This is the way my mind works

A sample:

I begin by realizing (after I get out of the shower) that my hair is drenching my towel. The towel barely gets wet at all when it dries off your body, but your hair leaves it sopping. This leads me to realize that hair can hold a lot of water. As much as a towel, p'raps. And this makes me wonder if anything you would use a towel for, you could use hair for. Could you use human hair to mop up water? Could you use human hair to mop up... blood? I find myself storing this information away to use later, and then I find myself catching myself. Why am I saving this? What possible use could I have for knowing that human hair can mop up blood? Oh, it's for a story, I convince myself, I might need to know it for a story sometime! I then start to really think about the fact that blood can be mopped up by water. this leads me to realize/wonder at teh percentage of water in blood - quite a lot I'd say. And this, in turn, leads me to realize that I think through everything like this. Why does the hair make the towel wet? What use can I get out of it? Why can I get that use out of it?

I don't know if it's a sane mind, but it's mine.

last night i dreamed that we were at the hospital, (who knows why) and there was a protest going on. And I just heard the shouting and I was like 'Mom, why are they shouting?' and she goes, 'Oh, theres some like, Alex Day? and they're protesting something.'

Of course, I got excited (even though I don't even LIKE Alex Day) and went to see what they were protesting. They had signs that said 'down with 'utubeit' and such. apparently YouTube had come up with a new photosharing software site thing called 'utubeit.' and all the youtubers were mad because now they couldn't use any of the other photosharing site things. And then I got up and gave this super-motivational speech that went something like 'What's wrong with Photobucket, Flickr, Twitpic, or Dailybooth? These things have been around quite a while and they are loved! DOWN WITH UTUBEIT!!!!!'

this is why people wonder if I'm sane....

Spring

You stare at the title of this post, and your heart starts beating faster. not that, you think, anything but that. I can't take more of her pining, it's only january. Will I have to put up with this until april? it was hard enough last year, I don't think I can do it again this year!

have no fear. I am not here to moan and groan about the lack of spring. I have a fancy new coat! I want it to be cold!

*sigh of relief*
 
I just wanted to show you this wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson. :)

A Light Exists in Spring, Emily Dickinson

"A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament."


<3

Oh, by the way, I really want to go swimming...


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

;)

LS

freebird. Or freewriting. whichever you choose. (if you choose freebird, you're outta luck. sorry)

today, in english class, we learned about freewriting.


WHAT IS THIS COMPLETE AND UTTER AMAZINGNESS THAT I HAD NOT HEARD OF????


anyways, jubilant and slightly angry shouting aside, I do believe this is my new favorite form. If it can be called a form. I assume all of you who have not been living under some apparent rock for your entire lives already know what freewriting is. Anyways. I mean, it's basically how I blog anyways. One giant freewriting excersise. Constant stream-of-conciousness. Anyways again. For homework we had to freewrite our thoughts on Frida Kahlo's Autorretrato Con Espinas. Well, I don't know why you would be interested in my sheet, but here it is anyway.


anyways. I say that a lot.

 anyways....



Exercise 1: Freewriting on Frida Kahlo’s Autorretrato Con Espinas


Autorretrato con Espinas. I should know what it means. If I actually ever did Spanish, I’d know what it meant. Probably.


The woman has scary eyebrows. almost a unibrow, actually. I would almost think it wasn’t a woman, but the hair & the butterflies classify it as such, I suppose. Plus, she looks like a woman, except for the excessive facial hair.


Autorretrato con Espinas – it means ‘Self portrait with thorns.’ I had to look it up, I couldn’t take it. Curiosity consumed me. With thorns… it seems almost as if she is comparing herself to Jesus… and yet it doesn’t seem that way at all. Clearly she’s not attempting to edit herself for the better. She paints herself as she appears, perhaps worse even. (Having never seen a portrait of Frida, I have no idea what she actually looks like.)


And what on earth are the gorilla & cat doing there? and the bird, tied to her thorny necklace. Oh, it has deep symbolism I’m sure. Eleven years reading Sister Wendy Beckett’s ‘Story of Painting’ have taught me that every paintstroke in every painting has a deep, deep meaning. A leaf symbolises communism, a hair out of place symbolises the life of muhammed. Don’t painters [and writers & poets] ever want to paint [or write] something without having to think deeply about it? I mean, sure, it’s wonderful and important to have meanings behind the things we create, and the occasional allegorical piece is splendid & thought provoking. But isn’t it exhausting to come up with a symbolism for every word – every brush stroke? My writings might have inside jokes… perhaps a hidden jab at contemporary life, & culture. But I could never write a whole allegory, or a limerick about Anarchy (that sounds like it’s about puppies)


I don’t really know if that was on topic, but I suppose you could say it was. That was my response to the picture. Disdain, and yet deep respect for the thought & the analysis required to paint, and to fully appreciate this work. Perhaps it’s just jealousy; I’m jealous I couldn’t ever create as deep a work (though at this moment it’s for lack of wanting to create one). My base, lazy instinct is, when confronted with a painting such as this, to say ‘oh, it’s nice’ & move on. Half of me screams at that quick dismisall though. It screams ‘what are you thinking? Do you not see the utter genius you are presented with?’


My word, I can go on! I suppose this is more than enough words! (And I could still go on for hours!)



 PS - My english teacher also suggested we all start blogs. He spoke for a paragraph or two on how wonderful blogging was. I felt smug-ish. I have a blog. wtg me!


anyways (<----- must stop using that. I think I use it instead of indenting my paragraphs or something? Or instead of coming up with something catchy to start the new paragraph? or where I would say 'um' if I were speaking? Who knows.)


peace, love, and goldfish.


LS

Ignorance is Bliss

I'm sure you've all heard the saying. Ignorance is bliss. But is it? Is ignorance really all that blissful? Our first response is to say no, no it's not! We've been brought up to seek knowledge, to ask questions. Ignorance is the enemy!
I'm here to tell you, from the point of view of someone who's always known too much for their own good, Ignorance can, quite often, be bliss.

From the ages of about 5-10 I was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. Not because they were loud and scary, or because my friends were afraid of them, but because I knew that with thunderstorms came lightning. I was terrified of the lightning striking my house and setting it on fire. It took my father telling me that our shingles were 'fire resistant' for me to calm down, and get rid of my fear.

If I had been a stupider child, then perhaps I would have had less fears. But is 'less fear' really  better?

its a varying debate, one I'm far too tired to go into now.

Ignorance:

the state or fact of being ignorant; lack of knowledge, learning, information, etc.

 

Bliss:

supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment:

 

 for me, ignorance is not bliss, but bliss is ignorance.

this post is rambly. I'm stopping it. thoughts?

Something EXCITING this way comes :)

in the very very near future... like hopefully some time tomorrow or so, I'll have something exciting to post here!

be patient!