I am bored beyond belief. It's the Saturday before Christmas at 10:21 AM and I'm about to run outside in the snow in my bare feet, screaming. I admit, it would spice up my day a little, but I'm cold enough as it is. Instead, I'm going to sit here and write a page in all the colors that I can come up with. Yay.
So far this morning, I have 1) Laid around in bed trying to remember what I dreamed about last night 2) Watched part of some stupid Saturday morning cartoons (I didn't finish any of them; they were all reruns) 3) Eaten breakfast (cinnamin, sugar and margarine on wheat bread toast) 4) Finished reading Fearless #6 (I borrowed it yesterday from a friend, it's the only one I hadn't read so far) 5) Changed out of my pj's into a pair of jeans and a Hawaii t-shirt (I'm trying to think warm) 6) Got on the net 7) Shoved the cat off my lap, like, 6 million times (He finally got the idea and left to terrorize our Christmas tree) 8) Surfed the web for something interesting, namely, good graphics 9) Didn't find any 10) Got the idea to write this page 11) And am currently agonizing over whether to make the background color black or white so that you can see the colored letters
Do I lead an exciting life, or what?
I was supposed to go Christmas caroling with my church and then go to a Christmas party. I never actually did. It's not that I have no Christmas spirit or anything, it's just that I had a funky afternoon (a funky day, actually). First of all, it was the last day of school before Christmas vacation, so everybody was hyper. Then there was the sugar. We got food in 4th, 5th and 6th periods, plus lunch, in which I ate nothing because I figured if I did, I was gonna puke. As a friend put it in civics class when our teacher handed out candy canes, "Thanks, but this is the 6th one of these I've gotten today." At lunch, half of my friends weren't there because they're in a special group that was going to sing for nursing homes and stuff all day. They left during orchestra, which was 1st period. Then, in 6th period (career tech) I got a bunch of C+'s on stuff and a zero on something because my teacher said she never got it. I quietly freaked out for about 20 minutes. I think one of my friends thought I was going to pull out an uzi and start blasting. (Whoo! How's this for a bright color?) We got out of 7th period a couple of minutes early, but the wind was incredible, and it was only, like, 12 degrees outside to begin with. My bus doesn't have heat. I had to stop and get the mail when I got off the bus, and there was a package in it. Of course, stupid me, I never put my gloves on, and I had my fingers wrapped around the box and I thought they would fall off. (I can see it now: I'm sitting at the fireplace in my rocking chair and my grandchildren crowd around my feet. "Tell us again, Grandma! About walking home and your fingers falling off!" "Well, children, I had to walk 10 miles to school every day in hip deep snow in the middle of July when I though I would get heatstroke and it was uphill both ways and one day I had to carry a package home and MY FINGERS FELL OFF!") Okay, okay, I'm off the subject. So I'm walking up the hill I live on, which is on a 45 degree angle, in an incredible arctic wind in 12 degree weather, with my bare fingers wrapped around this stupid box, fidding with my other hand for my keys. I can tell you, it wasn't pleasant. I got on the net as soon as I could, but I didn't catch the friend I had planned to talk with. (Yuck. I hate olive.) My mom came home and told me that she had to take the cat to the vet RIGHT AWAY and would I come along? So we took Bobbi to the vet and she peed in the carrier. (I won't give you all the sordid details, but now you know why I'm writing in green.) So I had to take a shower when I got home and I was so tired and disgusted and cold and wet and annoyed that I decided not to go caroling. (Whew! I finally finished the story!)
I've probably bored you to death already, and I'm only to "medium sea green"!
Summed up, I have a weird life. Okay, I'm weird period. If you've read ANY of this website, you've probably figured that out by now. I think normal is boring, so I'm perfectly happy to be weird.
Too much about me? Okay, I'll write about my friends. (Evil Laugh)
First of all, there's Victory Fly. (I'm using net aliases and email addresses instead of their names.) Victory is a swimmer (hence the name) who packs a powerful punch. Seriously. The most frequent word she may hear when she's angry is "Ow." She has short brown hair, green eyes, a darkish complection and an aquiline nose that would make any Roman proud. She's also Comeback Queen of the World. Music Maniac is... well, a music maniac. She plays the piano, trumpet, violin and guitar, and sings and takes ballet. A snake lives in her perfect tunnel-shaped bangs. Schuyboyd is happily insane. He's also moving. Wahhhh! Meowko, Maniac's boyfriend, is funny yet highly annoying at times :). Princess Leia is loud, obnoxious, and great when you want to complain about somebody. Lancelotta is obsessed about Lancelot. She is in my dance class and is very quiet. She's also hilarious when she wants to be. Rowtree is totally insane. If you want to talk about any kind of fantasy or sci-fi literature, she's your girl. Quadsport is... interesting. He's interested in guns, hunting, explosives and cars, which means that I don't understand him at all. He's fun to talk to about knives and swords, though. :) I think that's everybody.
I suppose I had better quit before I put you to sleep. My wrist really hurts, too. I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna get carpal tunnel syndrome. I'll add to this page the next time I get bored- which I'm guessing will be in approximately ten minutes. :)
Two Minutes Later:
Okay, so it was sooner than I thought. So sue me.
Forget-Me-Not "Forget me not when I am gone," She said to her sweet man, "Forget me not when I have left, Remember if you can." "I'll never forget you," he replied, "Your face lives in my heart." How much she wished that she could trust Him when they were apart. "Forget me not, for I'll return A fine and warm spring day, And we shall wed as you have said, In the merry month of May." "Yes, yes, my love," he answered her Without a trace of tears, "I'll miss you sweet, I truly will I'll miss you all this year." And so, with heavy heart, she left And wondered as she went Why she loved him, why she trusted A man who would leave her bent. A year and a day was our lady gone, A year and a day she traveled far, And when she returned, what did she find, But her bright and morning star, Her man that she had loved so well Had strayed away from oaths he'd made, Had broken his vow of love, and now, Was married to a pretty maid. The lady cried until she felt Her poor heart break, her vision blur; For though she knew his faults, she thought He wouldn't abandon her. "You said you would forget me not," She cried into the breeze, And then she died of broken heart Beneath the shady trees. And from her blood there beautifully sprang A lovely flower in brightest bloom, That now is called Forget-Me-Not And brings happiness from gloom.
*Sniff* Liked my poem?
There is a quest that calls me, In nights when I am lone, The need to ride where the ways divide The Known from the Unknown. I mount what thought is near me And soon I reach the place, The tenuous rim where the Scene grows dim And the Sightless hides its face. ~I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the sea, I have ridden the moon and stars. I have set my feet in the stirrup seat Of a comet coursing Mars. And everywhere Thro' the earth and air My thought speeds, lightning-shod, It comes to a place where checking pace It cries, "Beyond lies God!"~ It calls me out of the darkness, It calls me out of sleep, "Ride! ride! for you must, to the end of Dust!" It bids -- and on I sweep To the wide outposts of Being, Where there is Gulf alone -- And thro' a Vast that was never passed I listen for Life's tone. ~I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the night, I have ridden the ghosts that flee From the vaults of death like a chilling breath Over eternity. And everywhere Is the world laid bare -- Ether and star and clod -- Until I wind to its brink and find But the cry, "Beyond lies God!"~ It calls me and ever calls me! And vainly I reply, "Fools only ride where the ways divide What Is from the Whence and Why"! I'm lifted into the saddle Of thoughts too strong to tame And down the deeps and over the steeps I find -- ever the same. ~I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the stars, I have ridden the force that flies With far intent thro' the firmament And each to each allies. And everywhere That a thought may dare To gallop, mine has trod -- Only to stand at last on the strand Where just beyond lies God.~ Cale Young Rice
I don't remember where I got that poem. I picked it up on the web someplace. It sounds like something from The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman, expecially when he capitalized 'Dust'.*see bottom of page, please.* If you don't know what I'm talking about, I recommend you read the book. :) I need to look and see if I have anymore stuff. Oooh! I just remembered, I have some really funny stuff. Read on...
Save a tree. Eat a beaver.
THINGS TO DO IN AN ELEVATOR: 1) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you. 2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more. 3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones. 4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor you're on. 5) Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After awhile, let the doors close and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?" 6) Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!" 7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator. 8) Move your desk in to the elevator and whenever someone gets on, ask if they have an appointment. 9) Lay down a Twister mat and ask people if they'd like to play. 10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on ask them if they hear something ticking. 11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers. 12) Ask, "Did you feel that?" 13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally. 14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay. Don't panic, they open up again." 15) Swat at flies that don't exist. 16) Tell people that you can see their aura. 17) Call out, "group hug!", then enforce it. 18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!" 19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?" 20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off. 21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "You're one of THEM!" and back away slowly. 22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers. 23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope. 24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button. 25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, and then announce, "I have new socks on." 26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is my personal space!
Note: Many of these work equally well in a crowded lunch line at my high school.
Well, I'm almost out of colors, and it's 11:46 PM, and I have lunch soon. Bye!
*Since I wrote this, my views on this book and series have changed a great deal. Please see my page on it.
