Rainy Day Mushroom Pillow

My nails are long. The normal click of the keyboard is exagerated by the extra clack of my nails. And since it's at night these noises get extra annoying to the accompany-ing dwellers. Solution: i have no co-dwellers this week, because I am on Break. Cause: because it's break, my normal nail-clipper supplier friend is not around and hence my nails remain click-clacking on this keyboard. But none of this matters since no one but me is annoyed at it. I could resort to biting them off, but why start a habit most end by my age? That would be completely backwards... like an inside out clam... it just wouldn't work. Plus, where would the pearl go?

The days have gotten cold, but my heart hasn't. In fact, I watched a chick flick the other day. Yes, that diserves applause in the acting out your female characteristics side of the room. My click-clacking fingers are cold, but the rest of me isn't since I am wearing socks and am sitting in bed. Old Man Winter might be coming but I dont have to let him in. I did take off my hat because it was a Russian hat, and it itched because its fake. FAKE. I own something FAKE. aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh sacriledge. Fun word that. Sacriledge. Since coming here, I have began to notice the words I like and dislike. I feel like such a nerd. But I'm sure there are some un-nerds that like/dislike some words? Maybe we all are a sort of nerd, but just dont show it by pushing up our glasses on our noses saying, "Well, actually..."

Today I was like a maid. Self-employed, Self-motivated... and un-paid. But it was such a good feeling. I felt like a mother. My mom always told us (when we'd complain we are teh only ones who dont get allowance) that "the feeling of getting it done was our payment". How terribly cliche. But today I was like "omg. its true." NOT saying that payment isnt needed/wanted, but the feeling all the same was great. Clean sink, clean kitchen, clean living room, clean bathroom, clean clean clean. And get this: NO SPITSHINE! I did not resemble that Tasmanian Devil in Space Jam in method or madness. But it wasnt Mary Poppins either (altho i shared her good mood eventually), because snapping my fingers didnt work. I tried. Because I was in a good mood. Dont know why I set myself up for a fall in such an obvious way. LET DOWN. Kind of like a smack down, tho this way you dont have an enemy, and its a bit more peaceful like.

Its past midnight. Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday. Welcome to Wednesday. This is now the third official day of break, and I know that now that it's Wednesday break'll go even faster. Weeks always go faster after Wednesday. Its getting to Wednesday thats the hard part. During school weeks, its a good thing. During breaks... not so good. Thanksgiving isn't too far away, and that's a week break. Something to look forward to. Except for the Pumpkin Pie. I never did get over that episode. Or White Mocha. Cant take it.

Each time I sit down to tell people about my life I never get anywhere because there's so much to say. How can you pick a few experiences and let the rest fall? The way I deal with it is to not tell anything. If you can win the game dont play.
As a contradiction to that advice, I started playing Halo. If you need more explanation, I'm awful. yet I play. I take some persuasion, but i play.

Here is a message I'm sending out, like a telegraph to your soul, only more hi-tech. If Ginko Baloba wasnt such a strange word it'd be taken seriously more. I've used that word with seriousness only to be laughed at. Thats why Mothers should never name their children names that are... that way. Think of the kid when its growing up, when its older. Do you really want a boy named Sue? Painfully uncool, even if it does make you tough. Unless you like your children changing their names.

Today I decided that I do indeed miss home. Home means relax to me, and now that its such a short-term dwelling place I have learned to appriciate it a bit more. Two of my best friends went to their homes this week, and it made me contemplate. But in a way, I'm glad I'm not home. Being away from it makes me enjoy it more. Absense makes the heart grow fonder. I've always liked that saying, and I've been applying it to many things this week.

Ohhhhhhhhh my. My iTunes shuffle just changed to Puff the Magic Dragon. Oh man oh man oh man. Here I go again. Getting all emotional. This song is so sad to me. There are a few songs that just get me everytime I listen to them. "Cats in the Cradel", "The Way I've Always Heard it Should Be", "Those Were the Days" and "Puff the Magic Dragon". All old songs, but they just get me. Yes, proves I still have a heart. The weather has not soaked in yet. That's what my mom always said whenever I'd show sappy emotions: "it's good to see you have a heart". So glad to see you well.

I saw a colouring picture today. I remember I coloured one when I was tiny, with three bears on it. I coloured it very nicely, folded it up nicely and asked my mom to send it to God. I believe she told me to throw it out the window, and so I did. I hope no one picked it up, because that is exceedingly self-righteous of them. It said "TO: God, FROM: Ashley". That's exactly how I wrote things back then, I remember it. the "TO:" and the "FROM:"
Since being here at college I've had alot of childhood memories. I find it funny how I was a bully to some people, really nice to others, and very protective of Katy. I remember riding in the small bus with her so she wouldnt be alone. haha! I punched a kid in the stomach as hard as I could when some guy made fun of disabled kids and threatened to knock his teeth out if he told on me. THats just one of many stories I could tell. I would hurt people, and then stay in from recess to help the behind ones. Oh man I am having agood time nostalgic-ing. I find my childhood quite interesting.... but I wont keep you.

It's getting late. Time to close your eyes, Cowboy. Shut the eyes, they need to set with the sun.

Another day, another carrot.
or, my life without a common diet of vegetables.

As much as I love carrots, I have analyzed my life and found that I haven't eaten a steady diet of carrots for a while, and yet my eye sight has not suffered. Not saying it never will, thats just how I roll. I hope I dont start to literally roll, who knows how my sense of gravity is. Furthermore, rolls means fat and I like my diminishing figure. Even my mom noticed. Yay for moms. Always noticing stuff.

Almost got ran over by a car today, run like hell! It was an old lady, she yelled at me. At least she still has lungs that work and a car horn that hasn't failed. Makes me feel so much more safer. Her eye sight hasnt been squandered, means she hasn't looked at the sun too much. Always makes me feel better. More people should be like her. But I didnt like being talked to like that, it is beneath me and probably her because she was after all, old and white. Like Old Man Winter, only not a man.

I have been annoyed all day as a matter of fact. The bushes have leaves but I do not. Wondered what I'd be like as an old lady. Good to start being one today, only without the wrinkles. I will have lungs like that lady who ran me over, only I wont use them like her. Better uses for it. Just cuz you can dont mean you should.
Mushrooms never did anyone any good by being baked. They are only good when they bake you. Rainy day mushroom pillow.

Behind me is a path but the river runs through it in one direction pushing me along, cant stop, just keep going, sometimes the tide knocks me down (good thing I can swim). Hope there's no sneak tides. Gotta breath. The only way to live.
Found a story I wrote last year. Me and Maggie.

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The beginning and the ending.

And then he went to the store. He thought that since his life’s ambition was to defy convention, he thought that he should do what no real man would do: go home décor shopping.

He entered the long aisle full of fluffy pillows, rather dismayed at the sight pink sequined squares and purple striped circles. He mustered all his courage and went forth determined to find the appropriate pillow for his green shag couch left over from his happy days.

Ah yes, happy days. Where have they gone? Happy days have gone but the happy hours still come around. Well they would arrive at 8 o’ clock this afternoon, that is when he had his spirits and read comic strips while listening to the BBC. “This does not fit the theme” he sighed to his good dog Nigel.

Ah Nigel. A good dog that. “I know a poem about you!” he exclaimed. “Arf, Arf, he goes, a merry sight, Our little hairy friend, Arf, Arf, upon the lampost bright Arfing round the bend. Nice dog! Goo boy, Waggie tail and beg, Clever Nigel, jump for joy Because we’re putting you to sleep at three of the clock, Nigel.”

There you go, a nice little poem for you doggie boy. Have a good day, and he went to sleep. But he was not put to sleep, Nigel was. No one asked how that dog was. Dogs dont have feelings. But maybe feelings dont have dogs. Never thought of that now did you? That's what I'm here for, you all know me.

Nigel conquered the mysterious substances the veterinarians attempted to inject into his body. He felt it. He felt it coming. He felt it and he overcame. He resembled Caesar in this instance, always had been a noble creature. He came, he saw, and he conquered. He refused to give his life over the happy camping grounds of the Indians. He would not give up his short life filled with meaningless treats and long pointless walks. Pointless? Meaningless? Life held nothing for him, but he held something for life. What that was, well, he'd find out on life's journey. He won the battle. Then he woke up, his mouth full of blankets and his brow sweaty. Life was his oyster, but he was a vegetarian. He sighed… “life is not always what it seems.”
End.

Ah yes. I just told you a year old Story. Which shows weakness on my part, I have resorted to quoting myself. One of these days I should just quite altogether. That would be original. That's the way I've always heard it should be. Insane in the membrane, insane in the brain. In an insane world, only the insane are sane. Who you tryin to get crazy with ese, dont you know i'm loco? Ayyyye. Maintain.

My posts are becoming more meaningless everytime, just like Nigel's life. Another day, another post, another carrot. Add another day, add another vegetable. How humdrum.

Now, about that math. It's tomorrow.