A Poem of Sorts

I want to "accidentally" text

To shout out what my brain is screaming

To brush your arm

POTATOES


AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Scary

I have a job interview in about 10 hours. I'm absolutely terrified. I really want this job- it's working at a bookstore. I can't sleep, I'm so nervous.

An Excerpt

After about an hour, the road widened even more and was paved with stones. Shortly after the change in the road, Jackson stopped the Jeep once more.

"Are we finally there?" Elendra asked from the back seat. When neither of her brothers replied, she leaned out the window to see why they were staring open mouthed.

"You have got to be kidding me."

New Hobby

For those of you who know me, you are aware that I constantly have new hobbies. Some I occasionally fall back on, like working with clay or drawing. Anyway, I have a new hobby: archery. My friend has loaned me a 50lb bow and some target arrows which I shoot at the broad side of an old garage in my yard. I'm nowhere near good with it, but it's fun. And I'll have a better chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse if oneo ever occurs. Woot for me.

Basic catch up on my life:
I probably won't go to my family reunion this summer since I've been having nightmares about it for the past couple nights. I've been watching Whose Line Is It Anyway lately. I love it so much. I've been waiting to watch the season finale of the latest season of Doctor Who so I don't accidentally let any spoilers slip to my friend who hasn't had time to watch the season yet. I play a lot of minecraft and sim city. That's all, folks.

Potato-y

I had a very long week this past week. My father died on the 30th, so my siblings descended upon the house. Like entirely too many families, we all had complicated relationships (or lack thereof) with the man, so emotions were running particularly high.

Yay Minecraft screenshots...again

Waiting Out The Writing

How many hours have I stared at a blank page while in my mind's eye I saw the characters come to life? Why will it not transfer from my head into writing? Why must I live with these real phantoms that refuse to be seen by anyone other than I? I want not for stories. My head is full of them. What I need is the ability to let them live out their lives on the page, for others to witness, to enjoy.






I think too much.

More Minecraft Pictures

My home on Hobo's server

Design world treehouse

Basement of my home on Hobo's server

A high-up view of my treehouse on Hobo's server.

My treehouse on Hobo's server

I'm most proud of my treehouse on Hobo's server. It was incredibly scary and difficult to build that high. Just so you know. lol