Hello All!

You might have noticed the lack of posting...there are some reasons for that.

One: LOTS of papers at the end of school
Two: Work taking up times between classes
Three: WoW's new class/race combinations
Four: I like sleep
Five: Other people who say they want to read my blog but have one or more of the above mentions and i'd like to get comments on what I have up already. Most of the people who I've asked to read are in school in some way or form.
                                       ~SO~

Short hiatus for them to catch up and post/call/respond. It also gives me some time to come up with more ideas... If something does strike my fancy I'll post, but as for now feel free to scroll back and read up. I like feed-back ^>^

Something I found...

Going thru the notes on my Ipod today I found something that i wrote 71 days ago. "If we want what we can't have does the strength of the desire relate to how out of reach said item is?"

I'm not sure what I was thinking about at the time of writing this, but i do know what I thought after rediscovering  it.  "Oh snap! That's good!"

I also have decided that i can not call myself a Word Smith. I have not created (on purpose) a work that would propel me into the world of author-dome. So until I have honed my skills and mastered the techniques of my chosen profession I am but an apprentice. I hope you enjoy my progress (or possible lack-of-progress) and assist me in my training.

For those masters that have assisted me so far you have my deepest thanks...and my apologies.

 

A little something I wrote for class...

Names were changed cause i think its funny...

Dear teacher’s name here,

                I'm writing in responses to today’s class. When assistant’s name here came in and was about to administer the test, GORMAGON started in about her not being capable of administering the test. He then started ranting about the book and some number. This was a great disruption to the class, and had nothing to do with assistant's name here ability. He continued to rant, and (assistant’s name here) handled it well (in my opinion).

              I am a great supporter of people with strong beliefs and opinions, and I'd like to think an open minded person, but GORMAGON's continual child like actions are become a disturbance. He mutters throughout tests and goes off on meaningless tangents in class. This makes it hard for me to concentrate ESPECIALLY during a test. I do not mind his political views, nor that he voices them. My issue is that he shows little respect to his classmates or the staff by constantly direction attention to himself, and away from learning. If he requires assistance to deal with some form of mental retardation, the company I work for would be happy to assist.

              You and assistant’s name here have been very accommodating to "requests" and neither of you deserve the disrespect he has shows you and I would like to learn in a classroom without someone using it as a metaphorical soap-box.

Thank you for your time,

WRITER


Here is the response I received from my professor:

Thank you WRITER. I appreciate your thoughts. assistant’s name here has already told me about his behavior today. His life is very difficult. I agree that he needs help, but he must recognize his needs and ask for help. 

If need be, you may want to change seats next time. For me, I just choose to ignore him.

It's a pleasure to have you in class.

WHAT I SAW TODAY

In the sky today I was a falling cloud.

Bans of light and dark ran with the horizon.

                The colors were bright.

                The shades were dark.

                                Within the fine lines of clouds

                                A shape fell thru the numerous stripes

                                                A shape connected in three separate parts

                                                Arms and legs reached to catch the sky

                                                                The head was a battle, for the hair and the face fought

                                                                For the head raced down, the hair reached for the sky

                                                                                Where could one fall from to be that high?         

                                                                                While falling would we still reach for the sky?

                                                                                                I viewed the sight with wonder

                                                                                                And was amazed at the beauty

                                                                                                                And wondered at why I saw                       tragedy

Some things...

These are some thoughts I've had over the past few days:

Is there such thing as a riding sweeper

Russian pez dispenser that gives tetris blocks

If Jimmy cracked corn who WOULD care?

When did layers start getting cut into hair? --> Would cutting hair upside down be easier?

If spy shows are only fiction what do real spies do/use?

How many people in wheelchairs can you fit into a single bathroom?

Booster seat...Good idea? Bad idea?

WALKING

It was a hard line to walk with my feet bleeding. The threads of the wire pulled the skin of my feet away from the muscles. I could feel the blood draining and falling into the rocky ground beneath me. The blue rocks swallowed the drops.

I was use to the balancing, and the slipperiness of the chord. It felt like I had been walking the wire for years, even though it had only been a few hours. I did not know how I got here or where I was going. All I knew was that the red wires lead to a place I’ve already been so walked the other way.

Not being one for physical activeness, I was rather proud of myself. I had only lost my footing once. That was how I knew the blue beneath me were rocks. The horizon was split down the middle, and it hurt to look. I kept my eyes on the unsoiled cord and walked.

The sun spun and my head reeled. The blood loss was taking its toll.  I couldn’t stop, there was nowhere to rest. The light weaved itself along the horizon line, and my sight grew fuzzy.

Foot slipped.

Had to keep moving.

Blackness.

As the body fell, the wires expanded. The blue rocks melted into water as the body fell on the wiry net. The soles were healed and the sun climbed into the sky.

                  

                 I awoke to a rocking motion. The sun peering around a vertical line in the sky. Standing I fell. I grabbed onto a thick metal cable. Sharp pain shot up my foot. What was going on? Blue rocks had split my foot open and the blood was disappearing into the rocks below me.

                I pulled myself back onto the cable.

I screamed.

Panicked.

Calmed.

Nothing to do but walk. I followed the rotation of the sun. I didn’t know what had done to deserve this. It was a hard line to walk with my feet bleeding.