So I haven't been on in awhile, but Here's a general update:

-last weekend, I stabbed myself with a fortune cookie... don't ask.

-I forgot my charger in the library for a whole 2 hours.

-I realized nail polish takes a LOOOOONG time to dry.

Hmm, not much else is happening with me. Except I'm pregnant, broke, and dying. Believe it? Naw, me neither.

Ooh, so today, a club on campus hosted this "Swap" drive. Basically, you donate some books or clothes, and you get to see what's there that you like. I traded in a vesthoodie(i think that's what it is) and a jacket that no longer fit. Guess what I picked out for myself? PJ PANTS! Hahhaa not only those, silly, those these are the super pants, which are fleece and has a draw string and that stores sell in boat loads! They were blue plaid with silver lining the drawstrings and they were LONG!! YAYYYY! But two items for this wasn't worth it, so I kept looking. Now, don't get me wrong, there were pretty things there, but alot were either "old" as in "i used to have this when I was 10" not as in "I bought it in high school, but it isn't my style or it doesn't fit anymore."  If they were my size and shape, Girl, bet you I woulda snatched up all those clothes!

No, the other thing I got was A WOOL COAT!!!! it's like that half trench coat thing, but it's lined with silk or the soft fabric inside and it's thick and warm without being puffy like my current jacket. The only thing is it's small around my shoulders, but for a free item, it's pretty dang good! Technically, not free, but it's like I got rid of stuff I would never wearagain, and got new clothes that I would more likely wear so it's sort of "free."

Ok, good night. I have calc and scheduling to do....yea, they don't mix or match in any way, but I have calc and scheduling to do.

PS. you english majors, shut up. I can already hear you laughing at my poor.....something. style? tone? word choice? idk, good night.

hot coco on a cold winter's day

Oh. My. god..
I just had hot chocolate from McDonald's......

for the first time...

And this is the first time I've had hot coco in what, 5 years? Well, it's SOOO good. Got a coupon for a small peppermint holiday hot coco from McD's, and mmmmmmmm

that's all I have to say. I peeked inside before driving off and it was all fancy looking!!! Whether it was cream or not, I couldn't tell. Whether it was some funky 5000000 calorie ingredient, I could care less. It tasted FABULOUS! On freezing cold days like these where I have to walk 15 minutes in 39*F weather, I greatly appreciate even a small cup of hot coco that goes away in 2 seconds. Maybe I miss the flavor or forgot how good it tastes, or maybe McD's is just that good, or maybe because i was so miserable in the weather or maybe because of something else... it was the best thing I'd had in a long time. Just want to add in, this beats the iced coffee from McD's or any mix of coffee in starbucks because hot coco is that much better than the bitterly caffinated Coffee.

Gone

All alone, she sat waiting

A ghost looking for something,

Something that wasn’t there. Something

In the tiny house next to the willow tree.

 

She couldn’t remember,

No, she wouldn’t remember

The life she had

In the tiny house next to the willow tree.

 

All those years, the laughter, the joy

The music she played, the happiness she created

The peace.

She couldn’t remember that.

The birds flying high above,

The squirrels chasing each other,

The bees harvesting sweeter and sweeter honey.

The cat purring over her ball of yarn,

The mice scurrying along in the fields,

The butterflies floating about outside.

All those years, the laughter and joy.



There was a rocking chair,

One that she probably sat in while chatting heartily with a friend.

There was a tire swing,

One the children once spent hours in while yelling whose turn it was

There was the ivy, that crept up the rosy brick water well

There was the sun-faded yellow wall, with faint traces of a once brilliant floral pattern.

There was the orange wall, with its once blinding white polka dots now dull with age

There was the blue wall, with the peeling green strip that once added a touch of life to the room.

There was the cherry red wall, with its shiny fresh paint now a bland shade of pale pink.

 

No, she wouldn’t remember that life, couldn’t she.

That life was beyond her now.

Time had done what it was best a doing –

Eating away the old until it’s just

Gone.

Really? WOW!!

The seven things you never knew about me

All the boys and the girls say HEYY!

They put their hand in the air and prayyyy

Anyway, I think I’m done here.

I have no idea where

What shoe did you give that bear?

Ok, I’ll be over there,

But the sky isn’t very fair

Please let me go if the world begins to tear

Oh look at that hare?

What’s hap’ nen in the lair?

Don’t you dare

Why don’t you care?

Alrighty now, there goes the mare

Hope you’re happy with your fare.

That’s really quite rare

To see that pair?

Just be on your toes and aware

They’ll cut you like a pear

Cools! I cut my – HAIR!

But what about that fair?

I wanted to that skirt to wear

However sophisticated, it’s still queer

If oceans could fall
Let hollow leaves weep.
what would become of our beloved hollow tree?
If He could wallow,
What's to say 'e's ok?
The trees have hung themselves and the birds have sung away the tunes
Sorrow sorrow sorrow
They weep like the darkness in the void of space
they soar above the rain and skies on Mars.
Pitter-patter pitter-patter
Am i the secret? With all its heart?
oh my shallow breath befalls the great one.
Good bye my sweet, and sweet dreams to teet.
Neen had been on scourage with curvy boy the likes
Survivors, huh? Oh the tradgedy!

Boom! goes the ship and so do you,
do you wish you were ___ now?
The people taught and the
one man stands
Up
CHARLIE!

And oh!
The sight!

Uh, ist GHASTLY yellow!
what is this?
dressed like a stupid gourd.
this is sickly to even lay eyes...

Lady spinning sould from a single touch of her victims.

she was resentful. She hated all and the tiniest thing could tip her off. Maybe I should start at the beginning.

There was a nice little town. Yellow sidewalks and a tan cement center with tiny little shops lined around it. One shop led into a large underground metro station with grand shops. Grand couldn't even begin to describe it. From the tiny center above, and the little door way, you would've never imagined there was so much space down here. Stairs led atleast two stories down, and on each side of the tunnle there were shops with tall window fronts. Each window had white printed names spread out in fancy old fonts. The only thing about this underground mall was that it only had green fluorescent lights covering every inch of the place, giving it a gloomy tint. Everything was either in a green tint or a black shadow.

As you went through the underground palace, there was a narrow passage with only bricks and wooden fancy doors. This area led out to the metro station itself.There was a little old lady in rags who sat on the doorsteps next to a wooden door halfway in. No one minded her, and tried to avoid her actually. She was a cranky old lady who snapped at anyone who spoke to her.

Somedays you could see her up next to the aquarium. Other days, she'd be seen up in the rafters, tieing something to the iron bars holding the whole place together. No one saw her face, but they alknew they didn't want to. There was something that just felt wrong about her.

Sarah came into the tunnel one day. She was in awe at he grandious architecture down there, and went back everyday to look around. She took pictures here and there. Unfortunately, no one told her about the old lady's aquarium and the rafters, and Sarah was just dying to know everything about the place. her boyfriend always came with her, preferring to watch her enjoy herfels rather than watch the underground life.

One day, she went up to the rafters and asked her boyfriend to watch the door so no one would catch her up there. The old lady saw. She quickly made her way towards him.

"So you.....believe in......and what about?"

They chatted for a bit, the boyfriend growing more and more uncomfortable, but all the while aware that he still needed to watch for Sarah. Then the old lady said, "Are you sure you should be protecting her? There's a reason no one is supposed to go up there. Are you completely justified in watching over her?"

"Umm... what..are you ...talking about?"

"The girl in the rafters. You're watching the door for her. You know, she shouldn't be poking around places she doesn't know about. Especially, MY place."

"Oh, th-that's you're place? Oh, i'll i'll call her down now."

"No, that's not neccessary. You know what this is?" She asked, and she held out the thing her hands had been fiddling with. It was oval shaped, with something purple and blue inside. The thing was wrapped with layers of dirty white fine string, sort of like rough silk. she still had a piec of the string pulled loosely from the bottom of the oval and she was still spinning it. As she turned the thing around, her though he recognized a tiny face under the mass. As  it spun around again, he saw it move. And as he focused on each spin, he knew what he saw and it took the breath right out of him. It was his tiny face ontop of a bulky body gaping for him to run. it's eyes were full of fear and anxiety. He himself, watching the tiny him under the layers of hard silk, couldn't move. He was paraylyzed. The old lady was smiling a crooked smile, with an evil glint in her eye. She then said a few words and suddenly, he was rigid. He fell, squiriming on the floor, not doing much since he couldn't bend a bone in his body.

"You and your girlfriend angered me. Up there? that's where my babies sleep. She distrurbed them. Now you'll be just like my little ones so that you'll know what it feels like when someone disturbs you!" she squeezed the little bundle once. He felt that squeeze take the breath out of him and then it was gone. the invisible binds faded and he could move against. But he was disoriented, breathing hard, and there was still something wrong with him.

"Now I've kept a little piece of you to remember you by. You misbehave and, "she squeezed the bundle firmly. He nodded desperately and she released. As he regained his balance, he watched her disappear up the stairs. Then the wooden door slammed in his face and he snapped out of the spell. Sarah came back all cheery and accomplished.

The old lady continued her ways for a few years and gathered many, who left without memory of the incident. However, like Sarah's boyfriend, they all left behind a little part of them that'll never get out.

One day, a great flood came in. She needed to save the souls she'd collected! "SAVE MY BABIES!!" she cried, but no one helped. She tried again and no one even glanced at her. She got angry. Her anger took over her helpless self. the old lady stormed up to the rafters, cut down the crate of her little bundles and watched them being swept away with the current. Everyone of them silently cried for help but no one minded them in the beginning. Then they noticed how strnage it was that the little bundles were there. They picked up a few and realized they were little people, and as their eyes followed the trail of bundles, they saw the old lady cutting down more and more bundled souls. This caused a real panic.

If you flooded...

If Maryland or the suburbs flooded, people be like
"Uh, excuse me, no way,
I'm done with you."
Drama.
If Texas or the south flooded, people be like
"Why, you git on ov'r here and be a man!
I ain't no slaving 'round fo' you!"
Cranky.
If New York or a huge city flooded, people be like
"Uh uh, I am NOT about to clean this shit up.
Git yo' ass over here 'fore I make you!"
If an island flooded, people be like
"Oh, *weep weep* this is horrible!
Sorry, we'll try again."
If the ocean or a body of water flooded
Well wouldn't that be splendid?
We need alittle more water in this world anyways,
right?