Ramblings

First, I will answer those five comments that made me very happy:

1. Tanka? Wha's that? 

2. Yes. I meant "Six-Word story." :P Thanks.

3. Good. You should be. They're the most excellent and beluvered of--ANYTHING. 

4. :P You say, "that's so sad," and then you say, "lol."

5. Ahh, yes. I agree. 

Second, I am going to tell you that I have finished watching what I've borrowed, all eight episodes (there are ten in actuality. But I refuse to think about it.), and now I'll watch the documentary We Stand Alone Together, return it tomorrow, and anxiously await for him to burn 'em all and then stash them in my room and gaze at each individual episode until I have them 

M E M O R I Z E D. 

Obsessed? 

Maybe just a little. 

Life is sad. I wanted to go see Good (a movie) today with Fish, but...AMC decided that no one was left that wanted to watch it, so..

Now I have to wait for the DVD.

Good grief. By the time I turn the two-decade corner, I'll have patience down pat. 

-.-

So I want to move to Arkansas. Or maybe Maine. Or Montana. New Zealand, Austria...

Pfft.. 

No. I want to move to either Maine or Montana. Arkansas. 

The point is, I want to move. 

Away from people. 

Who I am beginning to dislike. 

The majority of people, anyway. 

I think...never mind.

I think a lot. Most of which will never make it past my frontal lobe. 

Fragments are fun. They say more than sentences, sometimes. 

For Valentine's Day

All I did was devour

My Band of Brothers. 

Hooray. Another haiku. 

*waves flag*

Hah! I love Amish Paradise by Weird Al. It's amazing. Never gets old. I think I shall name my son Ezekiel. Call him Zeke, for short. 

I think I was born in the wrong decade. Original, I know. 

Seriously. If I could choose the dates of my life, I'd choose 1923-2003. That would make me...80 years old at TOD. (Time of death, for those of you who don't watch crime shows. :P)

I won't list my reasons why that would be my dates of choice, but it has a lot to do with history and life in general. And people hanging onto at least a string of sanity. 

But since when did wishing ever change anything? And this can't be changed. Because it's fun to start sentences with conjunctions. Like it's continuing a mental thought that leaves the reader scrambling to figure out what you meant. What do I mean? I don't know anymore. 

I just know that I wish I were old, rocking on my front porch in some quiet, small town neighborhood, leaving windows open every night and dancing with my equally-aged husband to Vera Lynn's We'll Meet Again, remembering those good old days...that we actually had. -.-

But I'm not complaining. 

I'm just sayin'. 

Oh yes. And I'd really like an accent. Maybe I do have accent, to people from the deep south, but not as far as I know. 

Or a French accent. English, too. 

OR PHILADELPHIAN. But of course I don't. 

I grew up in... a suburb! And, because of that fact, I have no noticeable accent...and the ones I fake are awful. 

And I'm worried. About Fine Arts, convention, April 9th, my freezing fingers, my still-swollen hand, my burned tongue, my attitude toward everything CLC-related, America (well. Actually I could care less. They've made their choice.), and school. Oh. And what I'm supposed to do. And where God is. And! If I can write. Anything of value, that is. I can ramble--but rambling doesn't do anything. 

Except for fill up blog posts. 

Isn't this sad? After I post this, I'll probably go write some more in my notebook. Maybe repeat some things, maybe write some things I couldn't say in here because it's like I'm shouting it to the world even though I know that no one reads this thing except for Fish (whom I love very much. :D) but it's just not done, anyway. 

Some things are sacred.

A fact which humanity's forgotten. 

*glares at planet earth*

Gosh...winter'll be over in a few weeks. Snowed, seriously, once. Been cold the rest of the time. Was warm for three days. 

Then spring, then school, then summer, then autumn, then winter again, then the whole cycle over again. And then school's over again and again, and then college...and then life. 

And then...nothing'll be over. 

Hallelujah.