Sometimes, I Fall in Love With Myself. Today Is One of Those Days.

I can always make myself laugh without saying a word
I'm always there for me
I'm always smiling
I'm always happy to be with me
I find my witty humor astounding
I find my freckles attractive
I find my personality refreshing
I always know what I mean
I always know what to say
I always know what I think is ok
I would never hurt myself on purpose
I would never cheat on me
I would never smoke a cigarette
I like my parents
I like my brother
I like my friends
I agree with my morals
I agree with my opinions
I agree with my values
I let me be myself

11-27-2011



Added 12-18-2012
Quote from Randolph in Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote:

"I tell you my dear, Narcissus was no egtist... He was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the one beaautiful comrade the only inseparable love... poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point."

Boredom is Our Enemy

Top 10 things I do when I'm bored:

1. Learn to write with my less-dominant hand
2. Doodle! People who can't draw always have the best drawings
3. Create figures out of paper
4. Write down every thought that comes to my head
5. Focus on not moving at all
6. Stare at people around the room and calculate the average time it takes for someone to see that I am looking at them
7. Whistle. I can't, so I just annoy all around me by practicing
8. Count stuff and make pie charts
9. Make a tower out of cards (try to get past level two)
10. Clean

Try A Little Harder To Live A Little More

No poem in this one, just a story.

My, how precious life is.

   Once upon a time, there was a girl. She looked and thought lot like me. Her dad organized a lot of things in her town, and had just organized a softball tournament for the local businesses. This girl, lets go ahead and call her Katie, was an employee as a busser at one of the local restaurants. It was her job to clear the tables, sweep, mop, dust, fill drinks, and all those other jobs no one likes doing. Anyway, her restaurant signed up for the softball tournament. Katie's restaurant had to play against the only grocerie store in town, and was short a few players. The game was purely for fun, so some people from the other team offered to play on Katie's team for the duration of the game. One of the players that switched over was Jack.
   Jack and Katie were the best on the team considering they were the only ones who had played softball before. He played shortstop and Katie played second base. The announcer had them running the bases backwards, making the players skip around the bases, and giving extra points for the best dance moves on the field. But even when they were playing defense, between pitches, Jack could always make Kaite laugh. And she was attracted to him as well. It wasn't his physical appearance, but more his humor and the twinkle in his eye. Maybe it was only friendship she saw, but she still remembered him long after the game ended.
    Apparently, he went on to be an exchange student, visited Paris, Denmark, Brussels, came back, joined the army, traveled abroad, then today, he died.

RIP Jack

Thank you for serving our country.

It Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Don't Take Yourself Seriously.

This quote is, I believe, best represented by this video:

AND HERE

are some (more) depressing poems

Embarrassed
German is hard to learn
to understand is what I yearn
but I cant concentrate
so I'm always late
which reddens my cheeks till they burn


Changes Don't Change
I have no motivation
despite my change of nations
I'm still at a loss
my brain's growing moss
all confusion about my creation


Age
I once met a wonderful girl
without a care in the world
she looked just like me
I'm starting to see
how a mirror can change with a twirl


Tree
Deep is the pool that she sees
A shallow reflection of she
The water will rise
The more that she cries
At how rough a world this can be

Maybe I'll just go to sleep

What should I do when I'm feeling blue?

Write sad poetry for an hour or two?

It's always depressing

I feel I'm digressing

Perhaps digesting?

Food always makes me feel good

But I Don't think that it should

I start to get fat

But what's wrong with that?

Thursday I lost my hat. 

Every thought brings me further down

I'm searching for one to bring me 'round

Thinking and thinking

Linking and linking

Sinking and sinking

I'm Actually Quite Delightful Before You Get To Know Me

You've seen her before:
Smile on her face,
Looking off to space.
She can keep a conversation for 33 seconds,
Then retreat so no one knows
What goes on behind her nose.

Her eyes are bright
Even though last night
She could taste their salt
She would whine and fight
Though all was right
And nothing was her fault.

The more that she thought
The more that she fought
The more that she sought
For the reason why
She continued to cry
Though there was no lie.

No wrong being done,
No spoiler of fun,
Yet nowhere to run.

But that's not her there,
The girl in the chair
With that distant stare...

...or is it?

She Wears the Summer to Run From the Winter

As she gazes out the window to the falling snow,

She wonders where her life will go.

So many possibilities to follow,

Which one is right? she has to know.

Layers and layers of whitened dust.

She has to choose one path to trust.

One and only one she must.

If only she could find the lust!

She grabs her tea to cross the room-

Perhaps the view causes her gloom;

This feeling of ever hovering doom;

Encircling her like a poisonous fume.

She looks to the pictures on her wall,

(Thumb-tacked because the tape would fall)

Towel, sunglasses, friends and beach ball.

That time of year is the best of them all.

The river, the lake, the boat and the cake,

All experiences she'd love to re-take.

In the summer sun she would daily bake,

Back when the smile was never fake.

The sweater, the jeans, the tights underneath,

The door, uglified with that hideous wreath,

The ever-consuming of soup with beef,

And TV re-runs of the Christmas thief-

She wants to go back to the time without schools.

More freedom, more fun, and less of the rules.

If only she had the right time machine tools,

Instead of brain-dimming, she'd be swimming in pools.

And then, an idea! a spark! something new!

She rushed to her closet, she knew what to do!

With her tank top, and shorts and thin sandal shoes,

She turned the heat up to one hundred and two.

She layed out a blanket and plopped on her bed.

This new idea went straight to her head.

Pulled out a magazine and read and read.

Then her hunger for summer was rightfully fed.

BONUS

(damn skippy you're excited)

In class, I know just what to do.

If you're bored, you can do it too.

When you don't understand,

Write with your left hand.

Or just ask to go to the loo.

One a Day

I've decided to expand on one of these every day for the following... 18 days
Ready Set Go.

1. She wears the summer to run from the winter
2. I'm actually quite delightful before you get to know me.
3. It doesn't matter, as long as you don't take yourself seriously.
4. Boredom is our enemy.
5. Sometimes, i fall in love with myself. Today is one of those days.
6. Define building character
7. If i'm going to make a fool of myself, I might as well do it comfortably.
8. I want a summer love to keep me warm.
9. Always greedy. Taking from the needy.
10. What do models talk about?
11. I like my funny thoughts more than my philosophical ones.
12. I want to entertain. I'm tired of being entertained.
13. Blog idea- Things I Shouldn't Say Out Loud
14. I've succeeded in becoming an awesome person, but now what do I do with my awesomeness?
15. I'm fine with being a horrible person, I just have to warn people first.
16. I look for someone in a relationship who is almost as in love with me as I am.
17. strong minded and self guarded
18. I sound like a skitz

Picutres!!

Thoughts when drinking a glass of milk:

Quotes from people who don't normally speak English:

Some speakers I drew:

Ulla

Ingrid

someone else doodled all around her

 An Elephant I drew with a German:

Aparently, the rider is questioning his sexuality.

The Helpers at the Thingy

Orange man, Orange man
Likes to help any way he can
Are we lost? we don't mind
His bright orange vest is easy to find

Orange man orange man
I'd like to say I'm his biggest fan
He knows the way to McDonalds and back
He drew a line right on our map