Indescribable

You are perfect. You are wonderful. You are glorious. You are magnificent. You are the Healer. You are Salvation. You are beautiful. You are the Creator. You are the Cleanser. You are radiant. You are loving. You are peace. You are safety. You are mighty. You are comfort. You are pure. You are light. You are truth. You are BIG. You are faithful. You are King. You are omniscient. You are immutable. You are passionate. You are amazing. 

You are 

You are

You are

I just used 25 words to describe God…and I didn’t accomplish the task of completely describing him. Because it can’t be done. He IS indescribable. Which i think is really really really really cool. That is just one more thing to show how awesome He is! 

But i did leave out one word to describe Him. And it’s my favorite description of all:

Daddy :)

Church Kids

When you’re living in the “Christian School” world Wednesday nights are deemed a church night, right? Yes, that’s about right.

But you see, when it's seven o’clock, where am I? Sitting at home curled up in my snuggie browsing the internet. 

So why am I not at church? Well, I’ll tell you. I  simply don’t want to be at my church. I haven’t for quite some time. It’s because I am sick sick sick sick sick and tired of going to the place that is supposed to be a place for believers to fellowship with one another while focusing on Christ and all I get when I step into that youth room is “We. Don’t. Want. You.” I’m absolutely sick of it. So, no, if you asked me why I don’t go to church on Wednesday nights and barely show up on Sunday mornings, I will tell you straight: “I hate it.”

And you know what? I feel like an absolutely horrible person because of it, but I just can’t bear to go somewhere that’s supposed to be one thing but feels the complete opposite.

So yes, here I sit all alone; but, I prefer to sit alone by choice than to sit alone because nobody wants me. 

Some people...

some people are just…FAIL

some people remind me of furry, big-eared rodents

some people are herculean paragons

some people are awesome even if they are gender confused

some people have funny voices

some people are “scandalous”

some people are Asian (i mean Chinese)

some people are secretly in love

some people are gorgeous and perfect

some people pretend to hate me

some people are goofy and hunchie

some people are really good at falling off furniture

some people actually know what i’m talking about

i am me

if you haven’t learned to accept who i am after…i don’t even know how long, if you’re ashamed as you seem to be…what are you still doing here? because i don’t need that around me…not now…not when i’m like this…so make up your mind…am i good enough for you or not? because if not…then just leave me alone…you’d obviously be happier without me anyway…

i was there…

i was there today.

i stood on the front porch.

my heart was racing.

my mind was pacing.

i pushed the little rectangle button.

ding, dong.

no answer.

none at all.

i thanked God, and left.

(insert creative title here)

People always say, “Write what you feel.”

Well, what happens when you have no clue what you’re feeling - if anything - because that’s how i “feel” now. Maybe it’s just one of those funks every high schooler gets in from time to time. Maybe. Maybe it’s because of the stuff i’ve been pondering recently. Maybe. Maybe it’s because of the way i feel i have to guard myself against the hurt that i know he could gonna bring me if i let him back in. Maybe.

Whatever…I don’t know what I’m feeling or why I’m feeling it. So how do I write it? Oh…hey… I guess that’s how…

The Knot

I have a knot in my stomach

I’m not quite sure of the reasons why

It makes me feel twenty different things

I don’t know whether to smile or cry

Is it anticipation?

I don’t know what I would be anticipating.

Is it fear?

What is there to be fearful of?

Is it pain?

I can never really tell.

Why do I feel the presence of this thing.

Twisting, turning, and clenching my stomach.

I wish it would go away.

But…I may know the remedy…

Yes, I know it.

It’s HIM.

He can take it away.

His eyes. His smile. His smell. His voice.

The way he walks. The way he laughs.

I feel so safe in his embrace.

Yes, he can fix everything.

But I won’t let him.

I won’t go near him.

I won’t speak to him.

I won’t LOOK at him.

Why?

I’m afraid.

Afraid to be hurt.

To be CRUSHED.

Afraid of losing him.

Because that would be worse than this knot.

Far worse.

And now I know the source of this knot.

Being away from him.

Confusion of old:

he cared for me when i acted like an insane basket case…

then is completely indifferent now that i'm myself

he smiled like he meant it…

then smiled like he didn't...

he went out of his way to bump me into my locker…

then wouldn't acknowledge my “hello”

he barely engaged in conversation…

then vied for my attention when i ignore him

he rarely came to me first…

then stared with confusion when we hadn't talked in a few days

he promised he cared…

then broke my heart

but you know what the most confusing thing of all is?

when all of the above says i shouldn’t…i still care...

Okay, So I might have encouraged this...

But only a little! I mean, they were just so cute! And they both liked each other and instead of letting them wallow in anguish about what the other felt, I just gave them a little push...is that a crime? I mean, what could possibly go wrong? After all, they're only thirteen...
they're...only thirteen.
Who was I when I was only thirteen? Would I be okay with my thirteen year old self having a beau?
Uh-oh. Oh no. What have I done?
No, this isn't my fault. They were flirting without my help before, right? They would have found their way to this without me, right?
They won't see each other in person again, right? So, the little sparks of crushdom will die down. It will be a sweet little confidence boost, and nothing more...
Right.
Right?
Right?

My Friend

She’s the peanut butter to my jelly. 

She’s the barnes to my noble.

She’s the Squidward to my Spongebob.

She’s the batman to my robin. 

She’s the bert to my ernie. 

She’s the salt to my pepper.

She’s the Shiego to my Drakken.

She’s the Ootori to my Suoh.

She's the Al to my Ed.

She’s my favorite. :D

I Miss You

I miss you very much.
Once I thought it would be this way
And then denied it ever would.
But now I see
Crystal clear
I miss you very much.
I'm not sure what I can do
Though probably just tell you.
Is that the best way to go.
Why must I over think?
Why must I care so much?
Why Why Why?
Why must I miss you?

Mind Boggling

You my dear, have a serious case of convenient recollection. Because you see, I'm not the bad guy. No. It was not just me. I'm not denying I've been a jerk. No, because that would be my own convenient recollection. No I didn't slam you. But I did push you off of me. No, I didn't pull you off the top bunk. But I did pull on that rope. No I didn't throw your clothes on the floor. But I did set them on the bench. Look, I haven't made the best choices, haven't always acted how I should. Yes, I am partly to blame. But so are you. You ignore all the junk you did to me and go on and on about how awful I was. It bugs me to no end. Why can't you see the past clearly?

Or...am I the one who has convenient recollection?

An excerpt from...yeah, i don't even know

She felt a chill race down her spine; but, she placed her palm against the door frame none the less. She pushed. A musty odor rushed into her nostrils and she closed her eyes. It was dank. Dark and dank. She bit her lip and slipped inside the cold room, every ounce of common sense in her body screaming at her to turn and run. She ignored the pleas and closed the door. She squinted through the darkness. Nothing. She could see nothing. She slowly lifted her hand, just inches from her eyes. She let out a humorless laugh as she realized she couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face.

Something funny?

And suddenly she froze. Her hairs stood on end, and her heart began to pound against her rib cage as if trying to break free. The floor boards began to creak. The noise drew nearer and when it stopped, she felt hot breath on her face. Her hand pressed against the door, fumbling for the knob. Maybe she could leave. She had to leave. This was a mistake. But a rough hand grabbed her wrist just as her palm felt the cold brass knob.

Trying to leave? You only just came in.

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. It didn’t budge. While one hand still held her wrist, the other reached up and touched her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut.

You’re scared.

That wasn’t a question, so she didn’t answer. She opened her eyes and still could see nothing. Suddenly, she was being pulled. Pulled from the door, her only escape. Pulled deeper into the darkness. 

Forever Young

Stay little.

Please don’t grow up.

Don’t lose your innocence.

Don’t learn of pain.

Don’t feel heartbreak.

Don’t lose yourself.

Don’t meet fear.

Don’t know hurt.

You’re much too sweet.

You’re much to young.

Stay that way.

Don’t grow up.

Stay little.

Please,

Don’t forget me.

When we grow up and leave.

Don’t forget me.

It won’t be long now.

Don’t forget me.

Time will fly away.

Don’t forget me.

When we begin our new lives

Don’t forget me.

Though we’re far apart.

Don’t forget me.

We’ll go down different paths.

Don’t forget me.

Let them entwine.

Don’t forget me.

I could never bear it.

Please.

Don’t forget me.

The Corners of Her Mind

It’s quiet in there

Where the dark extinguishes the light

And the night shatters the day.

It’s so quiet in there.

It’s cold in there

Where terror destroys the fearless

And fear tramples the brave.

It’s so cold in there.

It’s sad in there.

Where lust murdered love

Where evil trumped good.

It’s so, so sad in there.

The corners of her mind.

All You Are Is Mean

I’m sorry I don’t measure up. I’m sorry I’m not perfect. I’m sorry I don’t want to go to all the schools you want me to. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m…NOT sorry. Guess what? I am who I am. And I don’t care what you think. I don’t want to be the person you want me to be. Yeah, I want to do music. That’s what I’m good at. Great at. That is my God-given talent. I don’t want to do anything. I really don’t give a rip whether or not you think that’s acceptable. You’re opinion is irrelevant. So please, keep it to yourself. Do not…do NOT even think about showing off how amazing they are. Honestly, I don’t care. I care if they tell me, because they aren’t acting like jerks. They aren’t putting me down. They’re just proud of their accomplishments. You? You are awful. You are mean and pathetic. All you do is tell me how wonderful and perfect they are and how I don’t measure up. And the second I give even the slightest hint that what you’re telling me really doesn’t matter to me, and it can’t hurt me, you explode. You are a jerk. You are a fool. You are awful and I’m sick of you. I’m sick of you being in my life. I’m sick of putting up with you. I’m so done. All you do is judge me. All you do is bring me down. I’m done with it. Don’t expect me to be cordial. Don’t anticipate any respect. Because you don’t deserve it. Not at all.  

Imperfect

I don’t belong here. In this world, your world. I don’t fit your mold. Frankly, I don’t want to. I don’t want to fit in with the plastered on smiles or the façade of perfection. I don’t want to be part of that Barbie doll picture. And I know you don’t want me to be. You don’t like me. Don’t pretend you do. Your fake happiness when you see me is sickening. I can barely stand to hug you. But I have to. Why? After all, you don’t even want me, so why should I be cordial? Why should I pretend to be ignorant to your disdain? Why am I here? I don’t want to be. I’m not comfortable here with your small talk. As if you actually care about my life. I want to be where I’m loved. Where I’m wanted. With my friends. I want to go home. 

I've been thinking recently...

and I realize, that I feel very inadequate. No, no. Don't worry. I don't think I'm a waste of space or hate my life or anything. I just feel that I'm not being the best I can be in a certain area: friendship. I'm not deep. I'm not deep at all, I've come to realize. I focus on dumb things. Things that will never affect the course of my life. But all I do is whine about them. And I never listen. I always thought that the reason why my close friends never talked about deeper stuff to me is because they didn't want to open up. That always hurt me and I took it very, very, very personally because I always open up everything. Now, I realize it has nothing to do with them. It's my fault. I never shut up. And all I talk about is myself. I'm so mad at me right now it makes me sick and I don't even know how she puts up with me. Which reminds me of what a good friend she is and what an awful, horrible, worthless friend I am. But I don't really know how to fix it, because I'm not a huge fan of the whole, "Oh hey, look, i've been awful and I never listen. But I'll listen now. So spill." I find that awkward. I don't know what to do. But I'm sure if I don't change, I'll lose something very very dear to me.

Mr. Oblivious

Seriously. Seriously? I'm I that hard to read? I thought it was apparent when I acted liked a stupid, love struck middle school girl. I thought it was plain to see that I cared. Is it really that hard to imagine that I might actually like some one like you? Did you think it not even a possibility? Were you under the impression that you were only a last resort, if that? No, that isn't true at all. It's you and it's been you for quite a while. But you never saw. You never noticed and now it doesn't even matter, does it? Fine. I can't do anything about it, and I'm really not going to try. It won't get me anywhere and I'm really bad at stuff like that anyway. I just wish you weren't so oblivious. I wish you could have seen before. It may have made a difference. Or maybe it wouldn't have. But what if it had? What if, for the very first time in my entire life, I got what I wanted. I got who I wanted. But most of all, I wish I would have said something. Maybe just blurted it out at an inopportune time. Whatever would have made you stop and look at me. And see me differently. But who knows? Maybe you're too oblivious to respond to even that.

It's Interesting

There are some that I haven't talked to since last year. People who knew a lot. People who I confided in, whined to, whatever you would like to call it. But in the past week or so, I've seen them again. We've spoken in passing; but, I've noticed something. They treat me the same. They act like I'm the same fragile, pathetic little girl running around with tears perpetually streaming from her eyes. Can't they see me? Don't they realize I'm not like that anymore? Can't they tell that there's almost always a smile on my face? Don't they realize that I don't need my hand to be held anymore? I've forgiven the one who hurt me so badly. Who scarred me for what I thought would be life. But forgiveness led to the healing that I needed. And I'm fine now. I'm great. But they don't believe it. They think that this is only a short phase that I will let go of and fall back into sadness. Back into the darkness. But it's been a year. Almost exactly. And I'm so different. I can sleep through the night now. I don't cry at every tiny upsetting thing. I don't need him. I've forgiven him. I'm fine. I'm great. I'm wonderful.

So why can't they see?

Quote that will not count as a post...

Meagan: "Whatcha counting?'
Haley: "Hamsters."

Class Sign-Up Angst

WHERE THE HECK IS HONORS ECONOMICS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?
I have no desire to take A.P. Euro! What in the world?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? YES I AM USING A LOT OF QUESTION AND EXCLAMATION MARKS RIGHT NOW!!!!!! BECAUSE I AM GOING THROUGH SOME SEVERE ANGST!!!!!!!!!!! ASDFJASDKFJASDKLFJASDKLFJASDKLFJASKF!!!!!!!! NO YOU DONT HAVE TO COUNT THIS AS A BLOG POST BUT I NEED TO VENT AND THIS SCHOOL DOESN'T HAVE TUMBLR. IF YOU ACTUALLY DID COUNT THIS AS A BLOG POST THAT WOULD BE AWESOME....THIS IS STILL IN ALL CAPS....I'M STILL YELLLLLINNNNGGGGG BECAUSE I'M ANGSTINNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ASDJFASIODFJASKDJFKLASJDFKLASDJFKLJSADFKLJASDKLFJASKLDFJLKASDJF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More Word Association: Ceiling Tile

boredom. school. tired. sleep. blanket. babies. bottles. root beer. hicks. south. florida. sunshine. tan. cow. milk. chocolate. pie. pudding. cake. ice cream.cold. winter. ice. lemonade. summer. water balloons. splash. ocean. water. dry. towel. hair. soft. fluffy. bunny. tulip. bulb. light. Jesus. Bible. smile. picture. tumblr. blog. emotions. love. boys. hockey. glass. shatter. heart.

i think that about it.
i am strange.

....stupid people

people who say "that's crappy music" make me want to kill a small creature. 
since when are you the resident expert on music. 
being a musician myself, i believe the quality of music is subjective.
whether it's good or bad should be left up to the individual. 
no. i don't like classical music. but that doesn't mean its bad.
you don't like the top 10 on itunes or whatever?
good for you. but someone out there does and that doesn't make it bad music.
anyone who is like "this is awful". i want to strangle them.


although i will make one exception. 


ANYTHING THAT ARK HAS PRODUCED IS ARGUABLY THE WORST MUSIC EVER

Haiku - Snow

Frost on the window

Cold snow falling to the ground

My first white Christmas

Second Chance...

I don’t know if I’m getting through to you

But after all that’s happened to us I’m not sure what to do

Once upon a time, we were like a fairy tale

But it seems we read two different stories, that’s the reason we failed

It took me so long, to get over the past

But when I found your picture the other day all the feelings rushed back

Don’t you remember all that we had?

And as I look back, what I called a disaster wasn’t really that bad.

We both hurt each other; it’s an obvious thing I see

But I’ve already forgiven you, can you forgive me?

I think if we tried again, it wouldn’t fall through

So baby, let me take your hand because I still love you

I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have let you go

Baby, I want you to know

How much, I really do love you

Baby, I think we deserve a second chance

It’s the only thing to do

Because you and me, we were meant to be

We were made for each other baby; you’re blind if you can’t see

And all the wrongs done between us, can’t cancel out the good.

Can’t erase each kiss, each magic moment. Wouldn’t let them if they could.

I think we both know the obvious thing to do

Let’s give you and me a second chance; I’m ready, are you?

The Music

I've found a source of magic
A source of light
And I will hold on to it
Hold on tight
It sets a fire in my soul
And it's all I want to know

It's the music
It's the sound of these strings
It's my voice
Every time that I sing
It's the music
It's got a hold on my heart
It's magic, it's beauty, it's love and it's art
It's the music

The Random Poem

Up in outer space
There is a certain place
Where you can go to see
Us together in harmony

Flowers, diamonds, and sunny skies
When you feel it, it's no surprise
Three little singing boys sitting in a row
Tell me you will stay here
I don't what you to go

Because we are here
We are here
In tye-dye colors swirling about
Smiles and laughter that make you wanna shout
Puffy clouds and starry nights
Raining frogs and bunny fights
Yes my friends, I know this is strange
But these words I will not change
This is my random poem

Dreaming Out Loud

A pleasant kind of numbness
Running through your head
And echoing back and forth
Are the words you've left unsaid

There's a field of clouds before you
But you can't see the silver lining
And you wonder where your voice has gone
While you're dreaming out loud

A quiet, peaceful moment
When you whisper in your mind
You sing songs of lovely melodies
While you're dreaming out loud

Staring into the sky
Hoping that there's more
You've been searching for so long
But you're not sure what you're searching for

You listen to the birds sing
Unaware of all that's around you
But you do know one thing
You are dreaming out loud

And you want a way out
You want to escape
But you don't know which way is out
So you're stuck inside this dream

I guess that you'll just stay where you are
And keep dreaming out loud

Shine

I see those starry eyes, little girl
I know you have big dreams, little girl
But the mirror lies, little girl
You're not what you think, little girl


Cuz you've got something
And everyone can see
You've got magic
So why are you waiting in the wings


Cuz you can shine
Why do you let them hold you down
You've got to shine
It's your life darling, don't back down
No more hiding. Don't be quiet. Get your back off of the wall.
And shine
Cuz you shine


Just ignore their words, little girl
They don't know a thing, little girl
I know that it hurts, little girl
Bt you can prove them wrong, little girl


Cuz you've got something
Come on can't you see
You've got a passion
So why are you waiting in the wings

Cuz you can shine

Why do you let them hold you down

You've got to shine

It's your life darling, don't back down

No more hiding. Don't be quiet. Get your back off of the wall.

And shine

Cuz you shine

Don't give up

Enough is enough

Don'g put out your light

Because your future is so bright

Cuz you can shine

Why do you let them hold you down

You've got to shine

It's your life darling, don't back down

No more hiding. Don't be quiet. Get your back off of the wall.

And shine

Because you shine

...i think i need therapy...

His reptillian personality was not enough to keep me away. If his charm was snake like, it was still charm and I could not resist. I don't think I even had a choice. Maybe I did. Maybe now I am screaming inside for help. Maybe I am inwardly clawing at the ground as he drags me away. But if I am, I do not know it. I am enchanted by him. No, "enchanted" is not the word. That word is too lovely. This isn't love or beauty. Does he captivate me? No. I may be his captive but there is still too much good in that expression. I am gorgonized. Yes. That's it. I'm gorgonized. I'm paralyzed. And his eyes bore into me. The rope twists in his hands. He smiles. He's going to enjoy this. It's obvious in his grin. But he is too hypnotizing to allow me to sense real terror. He knows this too. It works to his advantage. He must be proud. I'm too enthralled (no, still to positive) by him to be scared. He'll get away with this. I won't scream. I won't cry. I won't plead. I will only die. Maybe I deserve this. Maybe he really is insane like he told me when we met. That sick grin on his face may just be conformation of the latter. But he was mine for so long. No. No, he wasn't mine. I was his. I was his and I'm alright with that. I thought I was happy. I know I wasn't. But as long as he's happy I can pretend I'm content. I really trick myself into believing I am. Really I do. Like now. As he leans forward and I feel the rope around my neck, he looks so pleased. So happy. So ecstatic. Why would I want to ruin this for him by screaming? Not that I could if I wanted to. Because now, I can't breathe.

I don't care what anyone says

Justin Bieber is epic. I saw the movie and I am a Belieber. For reals. He's so dedicated. He loves his fans so much. But, the best part? The movie really showed some good scenes of the faith he and his mom possess. In one scene, as Biebs battles swollen vocal cords, his mom strokes his hair and prays fervently saying "In Jesus name, heal Justin Father" and other such phrases. In another scene, Justin and his friends sit down to have some hawaiian pizza, and Justin asks one of his friends to say grace. The boy starts the prayer and laughs through it, and thanks God for the hawaiians because they make pineapple. Justin goes "Haha, yeah, pineapples," then takes over and starts saying a legit prayer. I was really proud actually. Not only did he initiate saying grace, but when his peer wasn't taking it seriously, he was brave enough to actually be like, "K, guys, let's do an actual prayer to God" and all. Honestly, I don't know many people who wouldn't just laugh uncomfortably but not say anything. So Justin Bieber is talented and epic. And he's Canadian. All good things are Canadian :)

I hate mornings...

Dreams lined up against the wall
Waiting for the epic brawl
Of reality versus a wild mind
That beckons me with fantasy's call

The morning hour is still so black
And I feel the drain of such a lack
Of sleep from the previous night
And I wish only to go back

A noise blares loud near the bed
And a light in my eyes flashes red
I slam my fist against the clock
And wish I could go back to bed

A short reprieve from beginning the day
So in deep dreams I may just stay
They call to me from the night
But the dawn is drawing me away

But who will win this raging war
Will I wake or dream some more
They struggle together in stalemate
But waking will win, that's what school is for

Destination Truth

Because I am a nerd, and have nothing better to do for four hours on St. Patrick's Day, I'm watching Syfy's live, four hour season premiere of "Destination Truth". It's another of bajillions of "Legend Hunting" shows. But I gotta say. As, dumb and most likely faked as these shows are, I find them freaking interesting. Maybe I am a freak. That could be the case. I might need therapy or something, but whatever.
Anyway, "Destination Truth" has traveled to Durrack's (at least I think that's what the name is...) Castle, that is supposedly haunted by a creepy banshee. If you don't know the legend of the banshee, it's supposed to be the spirit of a woman with long flowing gray hair that acts as a sort of shroud over her face. She is said to have a high pitched screech, that if heard, is said to signal an inevitable death shortly after the scream is heard. Many of the locals the crew interviewed said that after they heard the banshee, a relative died a day or two later. Coincidence? Eh...whatever it is...it's creepy enough to be interesting and there are lots of heavy Irish accents which is freakin fascinating. I love Irish accents. So ghost or no ghost, I'm enjoying this four hour waste of time. :)

Epic Cuties and Some Made Up Facts :)

The pygmy jerboa is freaking adorable. Seriously. I'm naming this one Larry. And...Larry likes to polka. And...he is a big fan of hip-hop as well. He's funky.

http://photos.mongabay.com/07/1210jerboa2.jpg

The red ruffed lemur? He just watched "Friday" :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuJaSJxdq6o&feature=player_embedded

The angora rabbit is a rodent of class. She enjoys long days at the spa, and is very demanding about her hair care.

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxtATgsvQ6MhwUyDuS6lTc8WMMmSieeGUsWmGT8yV1Lx-rCwQUtsnd2HPZMI7WfxnGtB4685D71KZANIeppLfAs9WaNQvkOiKyTzeE-53QQpdoQYotAuW2WDq_s6n9DphubWBom5lOLKa/s1600/english-angora-rabbit3.jpg

I forget these things are real. The freakin unicorn of the sea, like yeah.

http://www.geek.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/narwhal2.jpg

Dating

Dating in high school is a lot like politics. It’s full of facades and empty promises all working towards individual gain. A politician’s campaign is built upon everything the constituents want to hear. He promises things like “hope” and “change” and other beautiful ideas. However, once he is in office, his true colors show and his real motives seep out. The voters realize that their leader is not who they voted for and that they had fallen for his guise. Similarly, when a boy is courting a girl, he tells her anything she wants to hear. The gullible girl believes him and they date. However, the boy’s real motives for wanting a relationship are quickly apparent, and the girl is left horribly disappointed. 

What the heck...

is a platypus?
I mean, seriously? Is it a rodent with a duck beak? But what in the world it lays eggs?! And it has a beaver tail? Oh my goodness I am so confused. I think Australia gets all the reject animals. I guess they got all the reject British people when it was like, prisoner land. But really. It has all the freaking weird animals. Like, the emu. What is an emu? A retarded ostrich? Like, really. And then there's the bilby. It's like a rabbit and a rat. It's a ratbit! And the cassowary? It looks like a cross between a turkey and one of those Dilophosaurus things. And my gosh, the frilled necked lizard?! SERIOUSLY!? I THOUGHT ALL THE DINOSAURS WERE EXTINCT?!?!?!?!?
What even is Australia?
I'll bet anything that it's also the island of misfit toys.

The Ballad of the Knight

I sit in the armchair

Twirling my hair

Reading a book 

And out the window I sometimes look

I’m hoping, wishing and longing to see

The beautiful palace by the sea

Where on the beach horses prance 

And in the courtyard children dance

And in the tower a maiden waits 

For the men who draw the castle gates 

To open the door for the man

Who will lovingly take her by the hand

But sadly all she sees is that knight 

The on that she must marry tonight

But please, dear child, do not wail

There is a happy ending to this tale

For here he comes, the good knight

Riding a gallant horse so white

“No!” screams the maiden, very scared 

The evil knight lets loose a wolf whose teeth are barred

The wolf lunges forward ready to kill

As the girl’s knuckles turn white as she grips the window sill

Off his horse the good knight jumps 

While the dark knight laughs, sitting on a stump

The good knight makes a slash 

And the girl covers her eyes with her sash

But with one strike the wolf was slain 

Yelping out in great pain

The dark knight stands and draws his sword

He declares, “Of this manor I will be lord!”

“To cocky,” says the good knight

“No matter, for now I will show you the light.”

And with that being now said 

They started to fight and wouldn’t stop till one was dead

With clashing swords and clanking feet

They both were sure they would be the elite

The maiden leaped up “My love will be killed!”

And with great sorrow her heart was filled

For no matter how cocky the dark knight may be

He was still the best knight in the palace by the sea

Then she said “I must stop this now!”

But sadly she thought “Oh, but how?”

Then an idea came into her head

“Why would they fight if I was dead?”

And so she climbed out of the window and hung on the sill

She waited and hung there perfectly still

And finally she yelled “Someone help me!”

Hoping the fighting men would see

The good knight ran fast 

The girl thought “At last!”

But as he came near 

Her eyes filled with fear

For she lost her tight grip 

And she started to slip

“No!” he cried out

She would die no doubt

He reached out his arms 

To keep her from harm

He caught her and held her tight 

Then he whispered “Are you alright?”

But she answered not a word as her eyes grew wide 

“My love! Look out!” she cried

He turned to see he needed to duck

While the dark knight missed and in a tree his sword got stuck

The good knight stood to end the fight

He said “I will be the groom tonight!”

“No!” yelled the other knight angrily

“I will marry the girl from the castle by the sea!”

And with that they were at it again

To this fight there seemed no end

Until suddenly the dark knight slashed with an angry yell

The good knight moaned and to the ground he fell

The maiden ran to him and bowed her head

She wept very much for he was dead

The dark knight asked “Why do you cry?”

So she answered “You know why!”

Then he lifted his helmet so she could see

That to her surprise it was he

“My love!” she cried

“I thought you had died!”

She wept in his arms and he held her tight

She looked at the corpse but turned her sight

And she looked at him and asked “How can it be?”

She wept some more then asked “Who is he?”

He looked very puzzled and said “I thought you knew.”

“No!” she cried “I thought it was you!”

He smiled at her and kissed her cheek

“Shh,” he said “you don’t have to speak.”

Then they kissed for a while with a passionate love 

While raindrops started to fall from above

And that very night their marriage took place

For their love for each other was vaster than space

Suddenly I woke up, sitting in the chair

 I looked out the window but there was nothing there

Nothing but raindrops falling to the ground

But then I uttered not a sound

For out the window I thought I could see

That beautiful palace by the sea

Where on the beach horses prance 

And in the courtyard children dance

And in the tower a maiden waits

For her love to come through the gates

The one who will hold her tight

Because now everything was alright