picture or painting.

 

love and hate.

some say that they love the cold wind blowing their hair away from their face. some say they hate that it might ruin their hair. and some people say both, not knowing that they love and hate it.

i am one of them. i sometimes say that i hate the cold, brisk wind that makes me so cold i think that i might die, and only wish that the summer was here instead. i also enjoy it blowing my hair everywhere. i love taking walks in it and seeing the faces on the people passing by in their vehicles. they think im crazy. and i may be. but sometimes its a wonderful feeling. i do love being crazy sometimes.

but really. its quite funny how people change their minds so quickly. they say that they like it, and then a minute later say that they hate it. why are people like that?

love and hate. two things that all people have and they sometimes don't even know it.

A Late Walk.

When I got up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth,
By pickign the faded blue
Of the las remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.


-Robert Frost

blogs and posting.

to be able to write something without any thinking at all would be wonderful, would it not? to not worry about wether or not it makes sense and that whoever reads it can fully comprehend what it means. to not care what it is about and what you should like it to be about. because we all know that we care what we write about. we wonder what the subject should be, and if it should be more than one subject. we all do that. sitting with the computer in front of us thinking of the many things in this world to talk about, and the many views about it. we, are quite funny. don't you agree?

why do we get a blog and post on it? is it just to get your thoughts out? to let others around and not around you know what you have been up to? or is it just to get comments that you can enjoy? why? everyone has their reasons as to why they post, but it really is a strange thing. why don't we just go around visiting people and telling them what you've been up to? i guess its that era where everyone is lazy and only enjoys typing instead of running around being a fun neighbor. :)

that would be interesting though. because at that point no one would be in their houses, but all out and about talking all day to people.

quite strange.

random things.

::its around 9:20 in the morning and the house is very quiet. there is no loud laughing or even much talking in this home. it is quite strange not having a loud noise while your awake. i being used to it so very much think it almost annoying. i want to have a loud noise while im awake. i want people laughing and talking while im here. is it odd of me to want this?


::time is so weird. it comes and goes ever so quickly. sometimes it feels as if you have a thousand years to do only a few things, and other times it goes by so fast you haven't a chance to do half those things you wanted to do. isn't it weird like that?
you only have one chance to do that day because of how time works. only 24 hours in a day that passes by and will never come back again. and sometimes we wish we could do the day over again to get something right, but, we can't. we have only one chance.


::my randomness is gone. i cannot think of anything else to say.

humans.

isn't it funny how we humans get tired of things so very quickly? when spring is here, were ready for summer. when the heat from the sun gets to be to much for us, we can't wait for the cool winds to blow and the leaves to fall to the ground. or when the rainy windy days are to unpleasant, we think it would be fun to have fluffy white snow on the ground that children can play in. why is that?

why is it that even though we get tired of seasons, we never grow tired of holidays? all the traditions we do never grow old to us and we never want anything to be different. why is that we are like this?


why is it that were so confusing?

i just don't get it.

not normal.

i thought it would be a normal day with school and such. with of course the fact that some of the family would be leaving for Rochester for a couple of reasons.

isn't it annoying when things don't go to the plan you had in your mind?

i didn't picture myself in a bed watching a movie this afternoon. or being absolutely lazy and just feeling really achy. a little dizzy all the time, and just want to close your eyes the whole time.
i never enjoy feeling like this. and im sure that no one else does. who would?

maybe tomorrow will be somewhat normal.


my, wouldn't that be nice.

language.

whenever i watch pride and prejudice i enjoy the language ever so much. i love how they are in arguments and still say wonderful, grand, long words, and somehow their meaning is very rude, and the other person takes offense to that.
now days, if you say some word that means hideous or something of the sort. it means nothing to them. they might laugh in your face, and think that you are quite strange. why does it have to be like that? i want to be able to say long, grand words that break a heart even though the word sounds quite delicate. and the person (or people) that i am speaking to would be able to understand me.
i long to be in a argument like the one Elizabeth and Lady Catherine de Bourgh have. to be able to think of such words that mean so much in that little amount of time. wouldn't it be wonderful? to be able to use that proper language all the time, and everything making sense. oh, how i wish.

i am afraid that i wish to much, and that it can get quite overboard.

valentines day.

its already here. the cookies with pink frosting, the decorated cards that tell you how much people love you, and the happiness that comes along with it.

who would hate valentines day?

not i. when i think of valentines day, i think of the family sitting around the table chatting away. there are pink or red napkins, and cups filled with candy. there are cards at every setting, with a different design on each one. the pink and red hearts are almost overwhelming. but a good overwhelming indeed. when you walk into the room your heart is filled with happiness. a smile comes on to your face and you could just sit there looking at everyone and everything thats in the room.

isn't valentines lovely?


i think so.

what i did last night.

i tried my hardest to focus on the game. i really did.

i was only able to accomplish five pieces of pizza. i didn't feel like getting sick.

i took part in imaginiff, and wasn't to far from the winner.

i laughed very hard at the boys and girls that tried to balance on the exercise balls.

i got way to excited when the NY Giants got the last touchdown.

i had a really fun time, but was very tired by the end of it. . .



and yet, i still have to get up to the alarm clock. . .

its official.

keane is one of my favorite things to listen to.



i like them that much.