Wull hi!
So school has been starting to settle a little bit better for me now. But I've found myself sitting and being lazy today instead of doing the many things I should be. I'm still sitting here in my bathrobe today - wrote a poem (
Go me!) and posted it, finally - but I'm still just sitting here. Dirty dishes in the kitchen. Kids just doing whatever today - I haven't gone downstairs to observe the mess that's inevitably awaiting me yet from the morning they spent down there. I just don't feel like doing it yet. Maybe after posting this journal I'll get up. Right? Maybe.
I just looked at the clock! It's noon! 
Ok, I'm really lazy today. Really.Here's a nice image to illustrate the way I feel.
If only I could be that comfortable all the time right? I'm jealous of cats and their incredible abilities to just be comfortable anywhere.
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How do they do it? If only.
Anyway!
how the heck are ya?
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I'm in a major time-wasting mood, if you haven't noticed.
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I've been inspired to help - this is a family local to me, actually - and I heard about them through an old friend who might actually live somewhere in New York, believe it or not. Anyway, I wanted to share the story. This family has seen their share of hardships and heartaches and they had the opportunity to house three Ukrainian children for awhile and in having them in their home, they finally felt like their family was complete. They are trying to adopt these kids now and the doors have been opened for them to adopt by March, but they have to raise $40,000 to do it and they had been financially planning for later so they need some help to keep their promise to these kids. Read more at this link - you can help in the littlest of ways and it would be great!
visit this link-> www.ukrainianmiracle.com/ <-visit this link
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My school has a journal were students can submit their creative writing and the deadline is Feb. 4. So I'm thinking of submitting a poem. I've thought on it and I'm debating on these ones. I can submit more than one, but I don't think I'll submit all of these. Anyone want to give an opinion on what one they think would be best to submit?
Two Pairs of PantsThere once were two dirty pairs of pants
sitting in a basket impatiently
staring at each other in excited anticipation
for their long-awaited time together
They reached for each other, longingly
as those fingers tossed them close together
and onto the gentle cycle.
Two tangled pairs of pants in the wash,
one's drawstring stretched and wound tightly around
the suds-soaked denim-jean legs of the other,
holds on for dear life, never letting go.
But they always do eventually get pulled apart by those
prying fingers then tossed together again in the heated air
to tumble around in warmth together, trying painfully
to reach each other again, to quickly entangle themselves once more
in this sweet ecstasy so special to them
And then there were two clean pairs of pants
separated neatly into separate stacks, sorted into separate drawers
...where they belong.
They see each other when they go walking
around like marionettes attached to puppet strings
that only take them places they don't care to go
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushing
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
and faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
without moisture.
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish dreams
and catching my musical voice in thrumming vibrations
inside my internal string instruments.
We leave bright orange-red
d r i p d r o p s
trailing behind us on polished floors
--evidences of our displayed careless passion--
to be wiped up in a napkin
and tossed in the trash.
Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,
flawless and whole,
run b a r e f o o t
without any cares
They p l a y with the night
through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
s o m e w h e r e s
F a s t e n me
to my childish heart
with t h o s e little
pieces of string
And lift me through
love's w i n d y caress
over the moon to go
s o a r i n g
Tie my s w e e t lovey
Sunlit MemoriesOpen grass, grazing goats
a humble barn by a brick-red painted house
a tire swing sways on a single tree
Tennis shoes and flower-print skirts
fingernail polish and pink lipstick
a chiffonier with a looking glass
and cherry-blossom wallpaper
Gravel crunching beneath shoes
walking, waiting for the bus
Finding pictures in the sky
bare-toed in the grass
munching on tiny yellow blossoms
Furry head with black ears
bounding in tall weeds
red-lipped smiles
Pink tongue
wet cheeks
Jumping in the storm
lightning flashes, thunder shakes
pounding rain
drenched clothes
wet hair whips faces
under the power of the wind
Looking fate in the eye
but the sun always comes out again
Recording records onto tape cassettes
screaming down heat vents
Running up a flight of stairs
thinking of jumping out the window
Idealistic images
perfect dreams
once were
thus each day passes,
joins with the rest
blending together
sunlit memories
Also - does anyone have anything they want to see me do? I sorta want some inspiration. I don't know when I'll get something creative done, with all the reading I need to do, but if you have an idea of something I should write about or something, let me know!
Now, about you gorgeous people!
THANKS FOR THE FAVS! Feature fo' you!
I Hate My Elbows"I hate my elbows." That had been a thought in the back of my mind for a while, but this was the first time I had uttered my secret opinion aloud to my father. We were seated at the dinner table eating quietly with little conversation weaving in and out of the sounds of clinking silverware. When I spoke this, my dad put down his utensils, rested his chin on his fist, and looked at me waiting for me to elaborate.
When I began fourth grade, my mom signed me up for jazz and ballet classes at the studio down the street. I loved ballet class because I enjoyed the rush of wind that blew by my face when I leapt into the air and the way I could feel each of my muscles contracting as I carefully practiced each step. Each week I strived to catch up with the girls who had been dancing since preschool, but one thing kept holding me back: my elbows. I would memorize the steps faster than the others girls which caused my teachers to praise me, but as soon as the others learned the motions as well, I
The Path HomeThe Path Home
No matter where I may roam
I always find the path home
No matter how far I walk
Or how much I seem to talk
I like to have talks with the trees and land
Like someone is there holding my hand
When I get upset I like to roam
Be by myself and on my own
I talk and talk and tell me true
The path home is waiting for you
If I go there now it would not be good
I might say things I not normally would
Sometimes I reign my anger in tight
And try to put it away for the night
I take deep breaths and exhale out
Wondering what I am so angry about
I keep telling myself, to understand
Anger is not settled with a fist or hand
As I head down that path on my way home
Never more to roam and roam...
I amI am
I am simply me
I wonder if anyone would miss me if I was gone
I hear the world crying
I see the light at the end of the path
I want to befriend everyone
I am simply me
I pretend that I am in a distant land
I feel alone in a crowded room
I touch the clouds
I worry thing will end
I cry at the thought of losing loved ones
I am simply me
I understand that nothing last forever
I say that life moves on but some people dont
I dream that life goes on forever
I try to be kind to everyone
I hope that everything will be alright until the end
I am simply me
Home, BittersweetJust around the river bend
No one knows where where I've been
I've been gone so long
Home is almost gone
No one understands
No one knows why
No one gave me a chance
Yet they wonder why
I have become changed
Though it's been for the better
The people seem to be bitter
They must think I'm deranged
They do not comprehend
The struggles I apprehend
This can't be the end
I will not bow to men
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:thumb193993645:The Magic CookieOnce upon a time there was a magic cookie, in a faraway land called pan pepato, everyone wanted this cookie not because it was magical but because if you ate this cookie it would give you magical powers. One day two foolish girls named Andy and Kasiddy heard of this magic cookie and decided to set out on a journey to find it to accompany them on their journey they had a donkey named Shadow, two huskies named Shila and Silin, and a big fat pig named Rug. On the way to pan pepato Rug fell off a 4,000 foot cliff, Shila and Silin ran off to somewhere, and Shadow just stayed because he was to lazy to leave so Kasiddy and Andy decided to ride him the rest of the way which was 728 miles away. When they were almost to the giant hill before the Temple of Toppy Tipa which was a mile from the Temple of the Magic Cookie, Shadow clasped under the weight of Kasiddy and Andy so they had to leave him at the bottom of the hill they were also to lazy to walk up the hill so they paid someone to build the
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