sorry guys!

yay, I kinda died. I’ll be better now! I promise!

10 ways to over come the fear of Flying

1. Don’t look down. I know that’s the oldest thing in the book… “We really high up sooo don’t look down!!!” but really if you just say, “I’m not in the air… I’m in fact on the ground.” In short lie to your self

2. If you’re of age, get drunk, numb your self and pass out (not suggested)

3 If you’re not of age, try to sleep, even if it’s not the whole plane ride it will make it a little bit shorter.

4. Sing a song, when your scared just sing that one song that makes you feel better (mine is ‘ring around the rosy’)

5. Listen to music/ watch TV

6. Write, read, do something with you’re hands, talk to the people around you.

7. I think this is very important…. BREATHE!! For the love of god person BREATH!!!!

8. close your eyes and count, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10… est. If you get board for that count in binary, 0 1 10 11 100 101 110 111 1000 1001 1010 1011 1100 1101 1110 1111

9. In the words of ‘The hitch hitchers guide to the galaxy” DON’T PANIC and keep your towel with you!

10. This is the one I do, cause in a totally dork, numbers, look out the plane window and do numbers, if we fall from here we have X percent survival rate. If we fall in water, if the air runs out, if the clouds fall from the sky. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers.

Good-bye for now

My not-so-sister is going to Haiti! I think she will last a few days… i hope.

It’s a poor place to be, dirty water, bad living conductions if any, I hope she and her real sister don’t get hurt. I hope that they don’t get sick and i hope that a part of their soul doesn’t die. I hope they grow and learn… oh do I hope… so strongly

thanks

I may not like war, but I will say thank you to all that when/going to war. Your are fighting what you think is right and that takes guts.

teaser: Rose of Red

I’ve been working on a play for a while now. I only really have like… one and a-half scenes in the play. Well.. anywho heres a tid-bit

Thorn: Mine divine self said with out hesitation nor self greed, ‘I love thee fair maiden, Heaven.’ And witch of hags ran. Ran with no answer. And this witch of which stole a fine heart fit for a king’s daughter but foolish mind is tricked into a witch. Fie! Fie!  I say with no pride indeed. Aye, foolish self have been hexed. Hexed of gods. And forever more shall I never see thine divine light of which thine love bestows on me. Nay, mine heart is pumping in thine chest. With sour tears I fall. I lust for thine, heaven, voice, body, an soul. Self, Thorn, bewitched to such a fair maiden. Oh of mind wondering, poppits, kin of man and days of dawn, oh of wondering mind. I lust of thee Heaven. Your radiance more of Aphrodite nor living soul. I would die for thee. Mine body of beauty is stiff, in shiver. Am I of true hex of love? My body, of hard stone.

*Thorn freezes and turns to stone, Heaven walks in.*

Heaven: oh wise thorn, how I have pondered. And I will say with pride and fluttering joy, how I love thee! With this all my soul. In only truth I speak, I love three,

thorn…

 ~Thorn is still, frozen in stone~

Heaven: ………..Why does one not speak? I say I love thee. Does one not love mine self? Speak! Speak! Poor fool! Speak! Thine lips don’t dare to tremble.

Heaven: Hark!

 Heaven: This man of lies. Noble a man, nay! Nay! Man, boy of ninny. Thou had said ‘I love thee fair maiden, Haven’ but now ninny is silent. Am I not, Heaven, of which thine speak? Am I of different one of which I was before. I lust of thee, thorn, lips, voice, an soul. And yet, yet I loathe thee with passion. Passion of fire, as though it, flames, had danced on mine heart and with pain I loathe thine essence. And yet one does not speak.

binary

I’ve always wanted to learn to speak… write in binary.  I can do numbers really well… words not so much…

Story time

0100100100100000011001110111001001

1000010110001000100000011011010111

1001001000000110001101101000011100

1001101111011011010110111100100000

0111000001100001011011100111010001

1100110010000001100001011011100110

0100001000000100010001101111011011

1001110100001000000111000001100001

0110111001101001011000110010000001

1101000010110101110011011010000110

10010111001001110100

(Can’t decode it? heres a cheat =P   http://www.roubaixinteractive.com/PlayGround/Binary_Conversion/Binary_To_Text.asp)

love? (ok… typical girly teen thing)

Spining arms, open wide,
Watching the world from a diffrent point of view.
No tears to fall, no tears to cry.
How’d I do it, I just new,
That if you and I were together.
That we would be, forever.
But then I stoped spinning,
And the world was bleak,
And then I stop grinning ,
And the world was bleak,
And you were there
And all you did was care
About me
It took me a while to see
But if we were togather
We’d be together forever

pop rocks

Pop Rocks

Today day I met a girl that never had pop rocks. I simply smiled and handed her a packet of the bubbly candy. She ripped open the packet and stares at the little bits of candy.

“Now what?” she says.

“Pour them in your mouth!”

She does so. Her eyes light up like a child on the forth of July. She tries to talk but is surprised  about the loudness of the pop rocks. She giggles, swallowing the mouth full of candy, “They’re in my ears!”  she cries “AAA, It’s SO weird!”

I give her a hug and we laugh.

Being in love

This is all true, well, most of it.

I walk about the elementary school grounds today with my friend. We walk into the baseball field. He took his shoes off, then fell into the soft grass. I lied down beside him. We looked up at the sky, the clouds were fluffy and white.

“I missed the blue sky” he said abruptly, breaking the silence.

“What?” I reply.

“In London, it’s always gray and cloudy.”

“Oh. Right, I knew that” I said sarcastically.

We sit in the grass, look at the clouds, talking about what the clouds look like. After he talks a little and we laugh a little, he says he can’t sit still. Bolting up-right he runs to first base, I case after him. We play baseball… without the ball or bats or people. We laugh and run around the field. As we run out of breath, we walk toward the not-so-pretty  man-made lake. It was a drainage lake with no fish what so ever. I sit on a rock and he stands on the edge. Ducks swim away from us. He starts making cheese duck calls, I join in. Surprising the ducks come toward us, and look at us like we are crazy. Then they swim away once again, we start to walk home. It was dark, the stars were shining through the thin clouds, we walking, talking, and laugh. We start to cross the road, when i ask him “Want to lie in the road?”

He smiles “No, but I’ll dance” he bursts into a stupid, spastic version of the disco. I laugh. He laughs.

Once again we end up half way home, lying in the grass, him for once being quite, every once any awhile pointing out a constellation. I look at him and smile and say

“You know, I love you, Right?”

“Yes, you always loved me! I’m just that amazing!”

“No, i mean… I really LOVE you!”

“Okay…. so.. your saying… you want to date me.. I mean.. I don’t see you that way.”

“NO!!!!!! Not like that. I have a boyfriend, dumb butt. Like a brother, which is better, at least i think.”

He is smiling, a lot, like way to much, “Well then, I love you too! … and boobies!”

“WOW! REALLY! you had to ruin the moment!” I giggled.

“What? It’s true!”

“Okay”

We go back to being quite, looking at the stars, him pointing out the different stars.

He makes me feel like a kid again. Not the ” i have no privilege” kid but the ” I’m free and see in black and white” and I love it!

A start!

I’ve been thinking of making a blog for a long while now… and well here it is! Amazing right!
anywho,
I will be write… well what i want to write!