Tales along this road…

so that guy outside the union who has been selling books on ‘indian spiritual wisdom’ is a bit creepy.
granted, his motives may be purely good, but the whole ‘really nice guy offers spiritual breakthrough and has meets with young college students on the lawn’ sounds a bit David Koresh-esque to me.

No thank you, I’ll pass.

Just
Say
No
To
Homework

Who here wants to skip homework today, raise your hand.

Good job, Timmy Chung.

Nor do I wish to do any homework today.
Nor do I.

my brain is going swhshshwswhshwshshshwshwhshsswhshwsh
at the thought

which to choose, I ask???????????????????

I hope this transfer happens sooooon.

:O

Well, today was the first full day here at NAU. I still don’t think I can really wrap my mind around the fact that I’m at a UNIVERSITY….. thousands of people all over and…yeah. jeez.

It makes me soo nervous. I don’t know what about exactly. The layout of the campus isn’t really that hard, I just figure once I get my books I can ask someone to point out the departments on a map. no big deal. After looking at the classes I’m taking I think I’ll be alright – just have to put in the hard work.

I think I’m most nervous about being on my own and making friends. I mean, I never realized how good of friends I was with Mat and Nate until today. I really hope I can find good friends like them up here. Close friends will mean the differance between me loving it here and wishing I hadn’t transferred.

But the Fencing club, The SCA, and maybe some D&D friends will remedy that. At least I think so.

I have good feelings about this year, but they are mixed with anxiousness.

whew!

time for some WoW, before classes start and I have no time for it anymore

I was going through a creative writing journal of mine I found in my room the other day. I have a few, this one was from my sophomore year in highschool. Keep in mind I wrote this list LONG before I knew anything about paganism, new age, or any of that stuff.

Solar Eclipse

Lion statue in a misty courtyard

Birds fly out from a tall spire into the sunrise

Stand in silence, monoliths in front of houses

press red powder into a statue’s forehead

whispers words through a veil of incense

bow to kiss the back of a disciples head

press your head into stone

standing over a million small flames

a cliff’s doorway to waves

lions greet the far off trees

sway and weave to the beat of a stone

rise to fall with trembling fingers

stone hovers over runic faces

five in a circle to weave fire

dancing to old wood sticks

flash made of horses

I have no idea why I wrote that stuff down back in ‘05

Oh dear…

what to do, what to do.

I’m not sure really.

wondering what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling.

is it so easy for everything we had to be lost in a few months?

the beech tree,
the home front,
lazy naps on the green couch and cuddling when you’re family was in other rooms,
daring glances across camp yavapines and leaving notes at the other’s table,
eaunice and gertude,
boats and birds,
poems and songs,
hiking in the desert looking for cactus fruit and watching the sunset
making ice sculptures and eating fudge pops on the back porch,
telling eachother things that nobody else knew,
rayman and secret paths in the forest,
burying shoes in grass and rocks on the lawns at TAA,
the times that I held you while you cried, listening to what nobody else would,
old houses and religion,
trips to St. Helena and the excitement of bread and cheese,
bodega bay,
goat rock,
and the seals that popped their heads out of the water,
finding seashells on the beach,
sharing salt-water taffy,
the house boat trip,
teasing the cats and me watching you work miracles with monty,
our place,
M. Night Shyamalan movies and baking pizzas,
dancing in the kitchen at PUC,
and all of ther other wonderful stuff….
could it really die that simply? Is it really just – gone from you? Completley?

Perhaps I never really did understand you, though. That statement isn’t to imply anger, or that you were in any way dishonest – it means what it says. Is it possible that throughout the whole relationship I just misunderstood what our relationship was?

I’m sorry if I wasn’t what you wanted, or if I just couldn’t keep up with you.

I think this break thing might be a good idea though. Even though I’m afraid and sad, I think its time that you had the opportunity to really decide how you feel about us. There do, after all, come times when you have to think about yourself. Not selfishly, but you know, about your future and what makes you happy.

I do love you – at this point I don’t care if it’s bad or good to say it, its how I feel and there is no apoligizing for it. But since I do love you, I understand that you might want differant things. I really am proud of how far you’ve come as far as being a fully developed individual, and all I want is for you to be happy. I know that sounds lame, but it is very, very true. If I don’t fit in the picture of what you want for you’re life, then that’s fine. Of course, I would love almost nothing more to fit into that picture – but things don’t always work out that way. I hope that we can still be together but if not, well. . . .

In any case, I love you very much. I always will, even if your love for me has faded, dwindled, or full up and gone. You will always be special to me.

I love you.

      – by Kira Willey

I am green today
I chirp with joy like a cricket song.
I am gray today
Gloomy and down like a morning fog.
I am orange today
Loud and messy like finger paint on the wall.
I am red today
Hopping mad like a playground ball.
I am black today
Strong and tall a great big bear.
I am purple today
Bright and happy like a butterfly in the air.

I’m a rainbow today
All the colors of the world.
I’m a rainbow today
All the colors of the world.
I’m a rainbow today
All the colors of the world are in me.

I am yellow today
I shine my light out like the sun.
I am white today
Soft and quite like new snow.
I am blue today
Calm as glass and cool like the sea.

I’m a rainbow today
All the colors of the world.
I’m a rainbow today
All the colors of the world.
I’m a rainbow today
All the colors of the world are in me.
All the colors of the world are in me.

the cool air pressed in, but softly. sitting still in the evening-stitched orchard he watched the sunlight kiss the soil to sleep, gliding its hand over the loamy flesh as a mother caresses an infant. It was in that time, when the night dons its hood and the day puts out it’s candle that he fully understood peace. the brown and black flecked sparrows weaved in and out from the low, leafy, ceiling; looking earnestly for the perfect bed to settle themselves in. slowly he sauntered through the trees, etching himself into the white and grey bark for tomorrow, he knew, that he would be gone.

My sister just walked in on me gettin ready to have some “mark time”.

Luckily, I don’t think she saw anything.

Talk about HELLA awkward.

Yikes.

Needless to say I totally lost interest in “mark time”.