Violet, blue, and silver

I was sick yesterday. I spent most of Mass in the cry room, laying down 0n the pew with my coat as a pillow. A woman brought me some water and a box of tissues, which I appreciated. But there were two specific people there who made me considerably less miserable. One was about two years old, the other had probably just gotten the hang of walking.

The two-year-old smiled and waved at me, the baby stood in front of me, tearing bits off of tissues and handing them to me, then tried to run off with my glasses. It’s impossible to put the happiness I felt into words.

Also, I’ve given up internet for Lent. Everything but my blog, email (but no chat), and Wikipedia. No stupid, time-wasting YouTube videos, computer games, or personality quizzes.

But iTunes isn’t internet.

Also, I can’t keep going with only posting on Sundays. I’m too forgetful. I have an idea for a post on Wednesday, forget to write it down, then I forget the idea by Sunday.

It’s quite frustrating. That’s why I’ve stopped.

Don’t you hate people who talk like, “omg lol i hav 2 go 2 the stor cu l8r!!!!!” And post that on their BLOG? Not necessarily that, but still! No offense to people who do talk like that. (But I doubt they’d be reading this blog anyways.)

I’m unlikely to put a particularly long blog post, as you are probably able to tell by now, and this seems long enough to me.

And so, I finish with a totally random question:

What’s your favourite colour?

Stare

I tend to stare a lot. Especially when I’m the only one who sees someone.

We were out in the backyard the other day, and I happened to be up high when our neighbor came out of his house to shut his dog up. I was just staring at him, but it might have looked a little menacing, because he kept glancing back at me as if my gaze sent chills up his spine.

His looks were what I would call goth-ish. Spiky mohawk  that’s green on the top but then fades into a dark black, tattoo-covered arms and back, and black skinny jeans.

You see, when I stare, I’m not really meaning to, just studying people. And, sometimes, those I study are either perfect looks for new characters, or look just like the ones that already exist.

And I don’t just stare at people, I stare at animals, too. Mostly cats. They stare back. I like that.

I’m sorry if I’m confusing you, I’m different from many people. I’m hard to understand.

Fearful glancing is one response, staring back is another. I like it when they stare back. Those who stare back usually end up my friends.

They might fear my gaze because of my eye color. Eyes my color always looked scary to me, and the hugeness doesn’t help.

This is the part where you look at me in disbelief because you just found out how odd I am.

The Sky?

Abby and I realized that it’s hard to say “the sky” and not accidentally say “this guy.”

So, we started thinking of things that say “the sky” and replacing it with “this guy.”

For example:

This guy’s the limit!

Why is this guy blue?

Light up this guy, shy violet angel eyes.

If I was flying on a plane above your town, and you were gazing at this guy…

Look! Up in this guy!

It just fell out of this guy, I don’t know where it came from.

 

That’s all I can think of, but comment if you can think of any!

I suppose this goes in Mishearings?

Music

Another poem!

Music
Seeps through my skin,
Washes my pain away.
It makes me feel
Light
As a feather
In the summer breeze.
It makes me
Wonder
If all the world around me
Is nothing
But a
Dream.

 

Weird dream

I had a very strange dream last night.
Apparently, we knew Adam Young (Owl City), and he came over for dinner. But he didn’t eat anything, he just lay on the floor with his legs sticking up. Then I was suddenly on the computer, attempting to play Minecraft, but it wasn’t working. So, I went to check on Adam. I walked over to the hall, where he was, and he wasn’t laying on the floor with his legs sticking up anymore, he was standing, and he had no face. Suddenly a piece of turkey flew by my head…
Aaaaaand I don’t remember any more after that.
Bye!