Canada.

I am leaving to Canada in five days. I am stoked. Woot Woot woot.
Life has been good.
Friends are amazing. They help me so much.
Family is my life. They are always there. Thanks

Did you know it can snow in may?
Fun fact for ya.

Boredom is like....an Apple

So at work I sat. I sat on a chair of green. This chair was comfy. I remained sat in this comfy chair of green. For hours. Hours and more hours. All by myself. No co-workers. However there was a spikeball in my night. This spike ball is short and bald. This spike ball frusterates the green chair sitter. The spike ball is gone. The lone green chair sitter remains. And sits some more.

The person in the chair is bored. There is nothing to do but sit in the chair. The chair is not comfy no more. The butt on the chair says so. The boredom seeps in deeper. Like an apple. It seeps in deeper like unto an apple. Weird. Do apples seep. Yep. They do. They have seeped deeply into our culture. You can see apples in art. Apples in media. Apples in food. Yeah I know they are inherently food. But still. When you eat them they seep into your intestinal tract and eventually seep into the soil. Apples seep. Boredom seeps.

Boredom also resembles an apple in the fact that it just sits there never acting unless acted upon. Boredom never happens unless acting ceases. Action ceases. Boredom is also a pretty color on the outside and a bland one on the inside. When your super busy it looks appetizing to be bored but when you partake you don't nessicerily like it. The end.


Boredom.

Squares of Color

Colorful balloons floating up in the sky.
Open cans of paint with a clean brush...not for long.
Scattered gum balls on the floor...slipping and slidding ...and falling.
Died lemons sqeezed into my pallet
What are the things that are clips and hold paper together?

Spray paint...my medium
vs
Blush...my arch nemisis.
-sorry twitch, it slipped.

Q: Where is my rainbow of color?
A: Under all the rain.

The trash is full of hangers
Whoosh back in time and you get LEGOS
Rushing and waiting and spinning and hoping...and
Glass blows.

Aw. Backgrounds make life happy.
Literally.
Metaphorically.

Lets have a baby...cow.

Once upon a time. there was a baby...cow. And this baby...cow was dumb.


I got bored. Now I am thinking of pizza. I want pizza. Oh gross. Nope not anymore, that's gross.

Today is my day. My day to make the buss move. My day to choose. Tomorrow is not my day! Oh How I will enjoy tomorrow!!!

Oh my goodness gracious! Gasp!!! How awesome is it to sit in a question answer session for two hours and getting an amazing person to answer your hard questions!!! A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!!

This 9-19 Fun!!! 25-5-1 for 14-21-13-2-5-18-19, sometimes.

So, arias...um....proper concert protocoll....packing...harps....palm trees....black man fro....ocean....cement....white sound barrier....ROAD DETUR...electrical trees ugh. Ugh. Hey....be HAPPY!!! It's s'all good!!!

Happy is good. I like happy!

..................so this is school...............?

I am the grand canyon.
.....Nope just studying the grand canyon.

I am a dead Mitochondria.
.....Nope just reading about Mitochondria.

I am a freshly made pot.
......Nope just learning about if that pot is art.
(hehehehe...pot...art....haha!)

So....sometimes. When I study. My brain takes a vacation.
How am I supposed to remember what I study?
If my brain is in...say Italy? Or Cali?... smile!

Tis The Season Fer OSD...bummer.

Seems like everytime I turn around someone is suffering from OSD.  OSD is not actually a for real disorder but concerning me and everyone in my perspective, it does. OSD is Over Scheduling Disorder. My mother pinned this disorder on me a while back. It's still pinned. Can't shake it. I believe it to be hereditary because she has it too. Actually, being in college I see many who suffer from it. I tried clearing my schedule. I've tried just dropping everything. I've tried being lazy. Nothing seems to work. The only thing I enjoy doing out of those three is having lots to do and to be productive!

word.

Have you tried talking?

So. This thing we call talking.
If you go to Urbandictionary.com, it says: The thing most people do before you realize that they are unintelligent.
Dictionary.com says:  to communicate and express ideas.
Friend 1 says: It is singing in a monotone voice that does not change notes and it doesn't have apostrophes and periods at the end. (But if you are friend one. There are no periods or apostrophes while your talking anyway. Sentences go on and on. Admitted by friend one herself. For example of how friend one 'talks':  'It came out of my head in the place of my head and that made since in my head.")
MAT Shelley friend says: Making any noise that logically makes since in some way. However grunting is not considered to be talking.  Talking is words.  Words are used to talk. A word is a bunch of sounds put together that make logical since.
When friend three was asked, she simply giggled.

So now that talking has been defined it does not make action any easier to complete. I tryed friend three's approach. I giggled. It was okay, I enjoyed burning the calories from laughing. I was definatly feeling the, "they proloby think I am unintelligent vibe." However I did not loose heart and I tried MAT Shelley friend's approach. I must admitt, you can string all the words you want together but unless they make since to more than just the person who is talking, then your beating your head against a wall. I then tried friend one's approach to speaking. So I sang in a monotone voice and people covered their ears. Ok, so not really but, metaphorically they did, for real.

Dear dictionary.com I know that it is a form on expressing ideas for that is the issue I am having with this talking thing. I put words together in my head. I spit them out and some how, from my brain to my mouth they got morphed. It's like I am playing the telephone game and I don't mean to be doing so. I know exactly what I want to say, its the actual saying it that I am stuck at. I would much rather write out what I have to say. But I guess it's not practical to force everyone to hold while I write down my thoughts and then let the conversation then proceed.

Dear Urbandictionary. I believe you are correct. The end.