Some Thoughts

A letter to illustrate my thoughts:

Dear Person of Undisclosed Identity,

I do not like you. Why? you may ask. Well, your flaws are many, and I will describe them:

I find that you irritate me and do yourself injustice by making life choices of questionable wisdom. You don't treat other people or yourself with any respect, you are rude to everyone you come in contact with, you are to my ears unnecessarily loud, and your insatiable desire for attention is unhealthy. You act as if you're better than everyone else, and yet I know you to be terribly insecure-- and other people can see it when you call them a "fat*ss" or other such expletive. You are ungrateful and inconsistent. And while we're at it, yes, I do think you're kind of stupid. I can find no positive feature in you. I know it's not my opinion that matters, but all the same, you annoy me to no end.

And yet, I know that somewhere out there is someone to whom you are the whole world, or will be someday. To someone, you are the very epitome of goodness and rightness, the best of anything the universe has to offer. You'll sweep them off their feet with some quality that I have not the wisdom or patience to see. You'll fall madly in love, because everyone in the world deserves true love, whether it comes sooner or later. To someone, you will be the greatest love of their life and they'll remember you until the day they die. For them, all of creation revolves around you. You are everything to someone.

And in the hopes that someday I may find someone to whom I am everything, I will be nice to you. For the sake of love, that purest of emotions, I will treat you with respect.

                                                                            Love, Lissa

Perhaps I'm relying too much on the idea of karma. But still, I'll always try to respect others and love everyone unconditionally. Because everyone matters. Even you matter, thought there are those in the world, certainly, who would disagree on that point. Though it may be the most impossible thing for you to imagine, for every disgusting human being almost undeserving of the title, there is another who is willing to love them just the way they are. There is someone on this earth who is forgiving enough of other people's flaws that they are willing to overlook them and continue loving this most unfortunate creature. Or maybe you are just not forgiving enough of flaws to accept someone who is, in reality, a perfectly adequate person, and there is someone who is forgiving enough to love YOU. How will you ever know?

And in conclusion, I want to be true-ly loved someday by someone. Actually, I wouldn't be opposed to being true-ly loved by someone today. Perhaps I am, and simply don't know it! But in order to preserve my chance at love, I will give love to everyone else, so that when the right fellow comes along, he'll know it's me right away.

I RETURN, MY SUBJECTS

OHEEMGEE It's been so darn long since I posted on here! Of course, as I expected, I got bored with blogging, but today I stumbled across the bookmark for it on the old laptop, and thought, "Why not resume blogging?"

Now, it must be admitted that this is a dangerous thought, and I immediately dismissed it for this very reason. But eventually it was agreed upon by my internal voices that we could blog once more for fun, but only because everyone is gone. Not, of course, that I had a terrible amount of views in the first place.

Anyways, here I am! What have I been up to? you ask. Well, I'll tell you.

My last post was in April, and I have since resumed attending public school (to my great regret) ... (okay, so that's a lie. I really am glad I came back to school, because now I have friends!). I have... wow. I just realized, that's the most conventionally interesting aspect of my life for the last eight months. Sure, lots of other interesting stuff has happened, but none of it would I be willing to share with even my closest friends.

I have taken up writing again as a hobby. Narrative writing, that is. It's been a very long time since I was struck by the desire to tell a story in writing, but just lately I have found words flowing from my pen (a metaphorical pen; I do most of my writing on the computer because I type faster than I write) with ease. Well, more ease than they used to, anyway. I don't really think I want to pursue writing as a career, but there's nothing else fighting for the position of Top Job, except drawing. And really, what person of my meager talents could make a living off of just drawing whatever I want? I'm not being modest; while I haven't posted all of my drawings on here, you could probably tell from the few I have that my work could not be satisfactory even to myself. And it isn't, no sir.

But now I'm getting depressed. Poop.

Pick-a-nick!

(Deep impressive voice) Greetings, my subjects!

How's life? Mine is going well. I mean, I have plenty of tasty food and nice clothing and a big house and plenty of water. I am well loved by my family and friends. What more could you ask for?

This is what I did today.

I tried to get my dog to hold still for long enough for a photo.

I tried to get my hands to hold still for long enough for a photo.

And I had a picnic. It's not a very impressive picnic, I'm afraid, just a sandwich and two pounds of almonds. And it wasn't outside. And I didn't have one of those fun little baskets with a red gingham cloth over the top.

But, you can't have everything. And really, who would want to have a picnic in this weather? It was actually a little cooler today, still in the upper-eighties and lower-nineties. At least, I think it was. That thingy in my aunt's car might not have been a thermometer.

ANYWAY, I ate pho today for lunch and my picnic was supper and I kind of didn't have breakfast. Actually, maybe I'll make pho my breakfast and the picnic my lunch, and I can still have another meal! Brilliaaance.

But yeah. I drew a person, but I didn't take a picture of it so you can't see it. It wasn't very impressive anyway.

Hmm what else would you find interesting... You know what, forget this, I have a life outside of my blog, I'm gonna go play with my doggy.

Randomness

SALUTATIONS! Hmm, what to talk about today... Oh, I have more pictures to show you.

Yeaaah swanky, huh? This one didn't turn out as well as some of the others. I think we might try it again in direct sunlight.

Anyway, that's all I've done today. I woke up at something crazy, like 3:50 PM. Which is odd, because normally when I sleep that late, it's because I've woken up several times before and decided to go back to sleep. This time it was the very first time I had woken up. I haven't been sleeping well, despite my sleepy medicine.

"Because you're mine, I walk the line." I know I keep coming back to this, but I really don't know why I keep blogging. My best friend has a blog which she hasn't updated in FOREVAAA. Maybe I should abandon mine. I am greatly enchanted by the color pine green. I like music boxes. Why does one park in a driveway but drive on a parkway? I like whales. I have a sweater with a whale on it, I'll show it to you sometime.

ANYWAYS, I have been having terrible cravings lately for stuff like cream soda and pho and Freebirds and berry blue Jelly Bellies. It's hard to write a blog post while still keeping in mind who might read it. I mean sure, it might be some stranger, or it might be my step-grandmother come to see how I am. Of course, it's also hard to live in a third world country or have cancer or be in jail or put animals to sleep or be hated by everyone you know. Gotta keep things in perspective.

Great now I'm all depressed. I think I'm done here anyway.

Ta ta!

I Only Like Triangles

Happy Earth Day, everyone! I hope yours was wonderful and that you planted a lot of trees and flowers.

Anyway, I haven't gotten any new music recently. Not even iTunes free downloads, just coz they don't look very interesting.

I've been thinking lately, this blog is really quite a waste of internet space. I could do the exact same things I do here in my journal and it wouldn't be any different. Well, I wouldn't be able to share all my stuff. And some people do want to know what's going on with me, even if they don't care what I ate today and how my poops were and stuff. JUST KIDDING, I would never talk about things like that. You never know who will read this stuff or why. I can see it now... my possible boss goes googling me and finds me talking about poop on my blog. Or the people who keep clicking "Next Blog>>" or the boy I'm about to date is doing a creepy background check. You neva know...

But back on subject (I used to get in so much trouble in school for getting off topic in papers; teachers hate that, and they never understood that that was part of my paper), I haven't been doing much of anything lately. Except sleeping. and that is always fun. I'm about to start the Deathly Hallows. Um, I get the mail an awful lot. Um, I am extremely grateful for the existence of deodorant, considering the terrible heat we are suffering down here. Hmmm what else... I've been reading through my old journals and marveling at how much of a drama queen I was (and still am) and how awkward I was (and still am) and how very dumb I was. (look at that-- I still am!) But I prefer to look at how far I've come. (and try not to think about how far I have to go) But you don't want to hear about that.

I've been wondering if anyone else has this problem. See I have this dreadful disease where I love to read, but then when people ask me what I'm reading, I hate to tell them. Why is this? I think it stems from the habit of getting ticked off when people interrupt me reading to ask me what I am reading, so I just get mad even if they didn't interrupt me. Does that make sense?

I also suffer from a natural inclination to choose the minority option in any situation and to be "different." I believe this qualifies me to be a hipster. But if I do choose what is different, that means I'm letting what other people think influence what I love. THIS IS TERRIBLE; I MUST RESIST. So I'm gonna come out and say it: the Hunger Games are my second favorite book series, followed closely by Harry Potter, and Abarat in first place. I KNOW I'm so mainstream. *Sob*

I kid. I mean, I wasn't kidding about the being a budding hipster or resisting the temptation to choose "different" things or loving Harry Potter and the Hunger Games, just the being sad about being all mainstream. That's the word hipsters use, right? Either way, if I can head this off before I become one of those annoying people that wears old 3-D glasses all the time, I will be successful.

Uh just ignore that.

See you later!

Haaaaaaaul

Hey, I didn't know you could justify blocks on here! Cool.

Anyway, today I got up, mailed my Sketchbook, went to therapy, went to the bookstore, went to CVS, and came home. These are what I got.

THE SEVENTH HARRY POTTER! Mwahahahahahaha, mine, at last! I now own my own copy of all of them. Mine is an evil laugh!

Voices by Ursula K. Le Guin. I own the first book in this series, and I like it, so I thought, since the bookstore is closing down (for realz this time), I might as well take advantage of the store credit and slashed prices. So now it's miiiiine...

I swear I'm going to throw away this dust jacket as soon as I can. It is a terrible illustration for some awesome books, and anyway, I like the newer illustrations better. You know, the shiny ones. But it's all five books, and some short stories, so I'm not going to let something silly like an ugly picture keep me from reading them.

And, last and quite possibly least, my owl lip gloss! As my sister said, it's rather awkward to put what comes out of an owl's butt on your face, and it's really not very good quality, but I just couldn't pass this up. I love owls! Even real owls, though admittedly not as much as cutesy ones.

Well I must go now and feed my dog. I'll probably come back later and make another blog post.

Bye!

Another Round of Pictures!

Blogs are boring without photos. But they are also boring without text. This is why I am reluctant to try tumblr, because I do not want to only share pictures. Life is words and images! Why should a blog be any different?

I know, I know, I need to lay off the posting. Well, you know what? You're not the boss of me, I can post however often I want. So :P

Ah, but what pictures should I post or what writing should I write? I'm afraid I've been a little camera-happy lately, and just taking photos of every last thing in the world. The wisteria hasn't bloomed yet, even though I saw some in town that was blooming well over a month ago. Why is ours slooow? I have been playing with my paper airplanes a lot. Not today, though. I don't know why, but they're just not flying well. Perhaps there's some sort of gravitational phenomenon that's making everything in the world heavier! I did feel rather fat today...

These are all the paper airplanes I have in service right now.

 This is Vera, my sister's aloe plant. I am enjoying watching her grow into a big, healthy succulent.

This is MY piano. It is MINE. I OWN it. It belongs to ME. It's MINE. My OWN. My PRECIOUS.

Look! A yam tree. Inside. Epic, yes?

SMILEY FACE VOLLEYBALL!

And Teen Vogue. What does vogue mean? I am enjoying this magazine. Magazine... Is that where the word zine comes from? Devious!

Anyway, that's what I've been up to today! See you... whenever it is that I next see you!

Ta ta!