Pleasing Start To a Day

Sun beams dance upon the window sill, bright with the new day.
They leap onto the bed where the girl lays and play over her face and hair;
hair that streams like a wild thing over the pillow.
The eyes open, smile.
She stretches long and languidly, then swings down from the bed.
Warm floorboards curl her toes and she makes a humming sound not unlike a cat's pur in her throat.
She stands there for a while soaking in the comforting light.
Then she is off to begin her day.

Invisible Spaces

And what shall the choice be, will I push them out or will they slip away from me?
Am I destined to be surrounded by the silence or closed in a corner of nothingness?
All alone here in the blackness of thought with only the stories and images I spin touching my deepest of souls?
And where are all the people,the ones who I knew?
They are here, all here with me.
And yet I never felt such acute isolation as when I am among many people.

Pickles, Cucumbers Peaches Or Beets?

Today in class we watched a video all about Galileo and his trial, and i have come away thinking that i am really glad that we no longer burn people alive for free thinking.
Then I got back to my room and got distracted with thoughts about Freud, horses, and thorny rose bushes. Feel free to try to unpack any of that if you wish. :D But here's my thought for today, why is it that of all the things you can pickle cucumbers get the default? I mean, why doesn't anyone call pickled peaches just pickles? And for that matter, why not eggs or ham--can you pickle ham? But it is it just that cucumbers change so completely, or is there some other reason?
lol This is what happens when I sit around with too much time on my hands. But seriously, if you do have an answer, feel free to post it, I'd love to know. Or maybe we'll make a contest of it and whoever comes up with the best answer is the one we'll go with hahaha. Ok, that's it from me for now,
TTFN!

To Fly

If I were to fly I would float up and out my window. I would sore high above the street lights and wander the night. I would alight on house tops and tree branches and listen to the world as it sleeps.
I would sing with the crickets, paint pictures with the lightning bugs and hunt with the owls. Till the morning comes again, I would fly. For I am restless tonight and so very very lonely.

Checking In

Hi there. Ok so technically this not before the end of the day, but the important thing is that i am still walking right? lol that is really all I have to say since it has been a rather slow day here. Gorgeous weather, but I did not get to enjoy it outside for one reason or another. :( Ah well ... tomorrow for sure. Now I must write a paper on how I feel about Darwin. slancha!

Walk Like A Zomby

Ok ... that is it ... i am never doing laundry again ... ... lol ... ok maybe not that extreme, but seriously! It has got to be a crime to have someone with a leg as good as broken running up and down four flights of stairs just to do laundry, and I had to do it four times! I am pretty much collapsed on my bed now and my legs haven't moved--I'm afraid to try them lol. O sweet love of my life, come carry me away from this place ... hmm, lol perhaps I'll have to kiss more frogs for that :0) Speaking of which, I learned some years ago that the princess never actually kissed the frog in the original story. Actually she was quite mean to the poor little frog, but he still became a prince. Interesting, no?
In other news, I went out to Bertuchi's--and yes I had to look up the spelling for that one--with one of my profs and her family. they were celebrating My friend Running Slippers's birthday and he invited me along. He was technically in my class, but I am graduating a bit later than everyone else from that year. It actually took us a while to get there because we stopped at an art show first, but we got there eventually and now I have more variety in my fridge tee hee. After we got back we played MASH with my prof's twin girls and had cake and just generally had fun. I love hanging out with my profs' families because it is nice to see them in a more natural context. The girls tell me I am funny because I can make silly animal noises, and they are picking up a few from me ... o dear. This is always the trouble with letting me hang out with kids lol.
I am very glad I had something to do tonight because now maybe I'll fall asleep and stay that way for more than two hours. we'll see.
hmm, my legs are still sore and I still have to go and take my clothes out of the drier. I can do this, I will walk back down and up those stairs even if it kills me! ... I really hope it doesn't kill me. there are so many things I want to be able to do first.
ah well, if I am not heard from before the end of tomorrow, send someone out to find me hahahaha lol.
hope your night is less painful, less full of mosquitoes and twice as much fun as mine was. toodles!

Sun and Pillos

Well, I've now been on pain pills and muscle relaxants for a few days and I pronounce that they are bad news. But of course I knew they would be. I told that silly doctor that pain pills don't effect me, but do they listen? So anyway, I am pretty much laied up in bed until my presents is required elsewhere. ... You know, I think I may even have pulled something lifting my computer lol. The muscle relaxants just made me numb then my legs were stiff the next day. The first night I could've howled it bothered me so bad ... but shhhhh musn't let the neighbors know there's anything wrong.
lol, but enough of this sadness and pain. I need a new sewing project to do. I am thinking I may do another dragon, nut that there is anything wrong with my hugo. I'd just like to see, plus I still have these green cat eyes that might look cool. O! and I now have this clay I am trying out that is supposed to feel like stone and I have pin backs. I shall have lots of fun this summer. :D
I hope you are finding your summer as equally full of potential.TTFN!

Wild Wind

It is a night for the wind. It is beautiful at night moving wild and free. It calls to my soul with its howling cries. It is a night for the wind.
I want to fly away free with the current; passing through clouds, over hills and trees. I want to feel the rush of it through my hair and in my face. I want to fly away free with the wind.
The night is for the wind, and I want to be there in the cool restless magic, flying flying. It calls to me.

Reading by Computer Light

So, the semester is over, most of my friends have gone back home--with no hope that i'll ever see some of them again--I am all moved in to my summer room, and I am awake once again. Maybe I should get my masters in counseling and treat insomniacs hahaha. Also, my leg kills and I am planning on making an appointment to see someone about it tomorrow ... cross your fingers that nothing's broken
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It's always tough to find things to do when everyone has given over to the state of dreams and unconsciousness. I actually have yet to unpack my room, so I could do that which is what I had planned for yesterday, but it hurts too much to move around such a small space and do all that bending. It still sounds hollow. Sometimes I like to sew, but that's usually a task I need some sort of background noise to. I also don't really know where any of my stuff is since my mom moved me out and stuck everything in bags. ... ah well, I shall keep reading then shall I?

Once cut the ice may bleed.
So dark so rich so deep.
Such an endless flow to make rivers.
Leaving shattered crystals so beautiful, yet so cold.

Wow What a Day

I did it! I finally graduated college--well, ok so I don't actually graduate till August, but I walked today and got the thing the daploma is supposed to come in. :D It was a nice day and everything, didn't see all the friends I'd maybe hoped to, but it's ok because the ones who were there were enough and I understand for the ones who couldn't make it.
after I got to introduce my Mom to some of my friends and profs then some friends and I ran off to friendlys. Three of us went in to Boston after that and almost got stranded because the Orange line was down. mm wow
We had to walk to the next stop which was quite an adventure and we finally made it back with all arms legs and other vital parts intact. :D
Sadly I haven't really started packing yet and I need to be out of here no exceptions by Monday at five so I started moving stuff when we got back. Well, it's going ... depends on how much the good outweighs the bad I guess. I managed to get my Microwave moved, but I am only one person, not too tall and not terribly strong and I only ever have one hand to use at a time. I didn't break the mic plate or drop the thing itself, but now my whole left side hurts and my arm is still shaking if it is anything but limp at my side. lol, But this is really nothing new as It can be hard to find people still around to help me.
The last thing I carried over was a box of furs and on my way over I got hit by a car ... moving this time and on my right side. That's the one that didn't get hit the last time. Apparently the fact that I was walking away shaking badly was enough confirmation that I was ok ... jerk!
My leg still hurts and I think I need a hug, but a good book and snuggling in bed will work too.
So, to sum up, and arm that won't stop shaking,sore feet from all the walking and a right leg that feels slightly out of alinement ... awesome! good night my bloggy friends

phantom

I am a ghost among them.
Silently gliding through doors and walls and the people around me.
no one knows me, yet i am here.
Clear as the air,deadly as smoke.
I live and breathe among them.
sharing their sorrows, delighting in their joy.
Yet they do not know me.
But there are some.
There are a few who can see me.
And of those I am afraid.

All Alone With My Thoughts

This is going to be another long night I can just feel it. I think my sleep cycle is off again and I really should fix that, but ... well, who knows.
You know those moments when you get ideas or remember to tell someone something or when you're just bored and wanna chat, but you can't because no one else is awake? Well, it happens to me a lot; no surprise since I am the sleepless wonder huh? lol Once, I remembered that I wanted to ask a professor something and so I picked up the phone and was half way to dialing when I remembered that it was three in the morning hehehehe. I'm pretty sure our phones give the time signature too. lol How funny that would have been.
Anyway I'm just here trying to think if there is something I need to be doing or if I can just try for suspended animation.
Maybe I should become really good friends with someone across the ocean lolol.Well, good night my bloggy friends, hope you have better luck sleeping than I do.
My thoughts are loud and restless.
Crashing together and keeping me awake.
O where is the solace of silence if not in my own mind?

Aquatic

I am here at the bottom. I lie with moist sand beneath me and the blue blue blue stretching out above me. Here at this depth the sun barely reaches me and it is dark.
The water ripples and shimmers around me. I am swayed gently by the motion, like a mother rocking her child to sleep.
There is no sound here, only sight and motion. It makes the inky blackness that swirls above me more sinister. It is closing in on me. I try to fight it, but am paralyzed; only moving with the water.
The fish are interested in me and I watch them like aquatic fairies through the blackness. When the dark is complete, they will come back and eat out my eyes.

Snuggled InTight

I have just made possibly the most amazing discovery ever; I still have mm cookies. ... Ok so really it's not the best, but it does go to show you how hungry I am. Poor little Winddaughter pining for food. lol
I managed to miss dinner again and so I had to go downstairs and eat in the dugout.Usually transfer meals include your item, one side--salad fries or chips--one drink and one snack. I usually like to get fruit snacks, but they didn't have those so I got cookies. Only I forgot to eat them, as is often the case. and only just now remembered. All is right with the world and I shall eat cookies. :D
Tonight it is very cold outside. It is times like this when I can only wonder, if this is global warming, what was the Earth like years ago? So I am snuggled up here in my bed collecting the warmth of my computer. I may actually have to pull up my second blanket and sleep under it. I have not done this since winter.
Hmm, you know now that I think about it, maybe because we sometimes have Indian summers, winter thinks it needs a turn.hahaha I know I am silly, but it isn't any crazier than fish wanting to swim being an explanation for why they jump out of their tanks.
On a completely unrelated side note that I will probably not connect to anything, has anyone ever noticed how the smell of fresh blood is similar to the smell of money on your hands? I did the other day; it's that coppery metallic smell. Well in any case dream sweetly and if it is as cold where ever you are as it is here, I wish you happy snuggling.

The Waters

It is a mad place here.
Here in the blue waters that run so deep.
It is a mad place.
There was calm once.
Once before the madness began.
In the water that ran so clear and so blue.
There was calm.
Once the sharks swam serenely.
Their streamline bodies cutting so smoothly through the water.
Powerful fins barely rippling as they moved like dancers.
Now there is only madness.
Clouds of angry grays and blacks.
They make the water thick with their wild churning, roiling whirling.
Once graceful fins now lashing out.
There are teeth as well.
Bright flashes of gnashing teeth like a million shards of glass.
All for a single drop of red blood.
The single drop dropped dripping from above.
And it has caused a frenzy.
The surface ripples.

For The Love of the Cup and Other Matters

I have in my possession a big round mug that is one of my very favorite things. It is labeled coffee, but unless it is iced or only on special occasions when it is hot will I drink. Even then my coffee must be loaded with cream and sugar--sorry to all of you purists. I do drink hot coco in my mug and that is lovely, but as it is so big and round compared to typical mugs I can and have used it for hosts of other things such as soup, cereal and canned pasta. Tonight I am eating easy mac because as I have been diligently working on papers all day, I managed to miss both lunch and dinner.
Yesterday my school held the annual Jr./Sr. banquet and Being a senior, I got to go for free. There is no dancing, but every one gets to dress up nice, eat a nice dinner, watch a ten minute slide and take loads of pictures. Somehow this takes five hours and I'm not really sure why. I ended up getting voted most laied back :]
Afterward I hung out with some friends and we Ran into this totally smashed guy who wouldn't leave us alone. It'll make a great story after the fact, but at the time I was a bit freaked out. So when he asks us for our names, we gave him fake ones and ran off. All in all I had quite a night. At some point we saw a dog and it reminded me of my own siberian husky. We had a cocker spaniel too, but he was not friendly at all. Good thing for the drunk guy my Benjy wasn't with us.
Today there were Just the papers--o and A lovely trip to A.C.Moore with a friend whom I hadn't seen in quite awhile.I got a nice box of sculpey clay and should be starting a new project soon.
ttfn :0)

All Things Sticky

The other day some sticky and unidentified substance formed on my dresser. I'm not entirely sure where it came from, but as far as I'm concerned, it may have just grown up out of no where. The main issue that I am concerned with is that it is sticky. I do not like sticky.
This does sound funny coming from an artest who frequently works with clay, but my clay is usually not sticky. It is not that I will refuse to take out trash or clean tables or even eat food with my hands because I will and do all of those things. My problem is anything sticky I get on my hands that is unintentional. Many people might feel this way, but I seem to have a particular issue with it. I am actually finicky about eating sticky foods with my hands, but for the most part I tolerate it, just so long as there are napkins near at hand. Do I sound crazy yet?
*sigh* ah well.I've only actually flipped out once when some excess sour cream dripped on to my hand from the taco I was eating. *shivers* For now I will worry about how staying awake all night is going to effect the rest of my week. Sweet dreams