Glorious Day

Let me take a minute to mentally illustrate my personal utopia.  Firstly, the weather will be sporadically warm all year round but it will be a mainly chilly terrain.  No matter where you lived, in a short 20 minutes drive you can either visit the beach, the forest, the mountains, a tropical area an any other destination you aspire to add to your small collections of memories.  Also, love in the opposite sex will be difficult to find for everyone.  Hopefully, this equality of love will diminish the idea that love is silly.  Although love in a partner will be challenging there will always be love all around.  I would also like to make my utopia scarce in the paper dollar.  Instead i would promote trading posts and insist on everyone being more giving.  I am aware of the personal drive in individual's success and i will never hinder someone from achieving their personal dreams in excessive wealth and extreme popularity.  I would also make sorrow rare for that emotional is somewhat crippling.  And i know what you're thinking, "without sorrow, there is no elation."  Not in my utopia.  All that is good is abundant.  And abundance in happiness can occur when you have never experienced one trial.  And people would not take it for granted because that is just not how my utopia works. :) Oh the colors that will surround your plain sight!  I would abolish the overused grey.  Pavement will be replaced by grass.  Yes grass.  Everywhere you step, a perfect sheet of a rich green grass will carry your weightlessness in this utopia.  The waters will sparkle with pinks and purples, not form a sunset or sunrise, but its natural glow will be a surreal moment.  The sky will be a deep blue and at night galaxies and undiscovered planets will be so close you could reach out and touch it.  The stars will be created be lovers who want to create a symbol of love for all to see for all eternity.  When the hour became afternoon and the sun began to decent from the sky, its reflection will make the world gold.  For one minute of everyday, the world will glitter like a spread an uncountable amount of diamonds on everything.  In that one minute of everyday, Heavenly Father will sing his children to sleep in a language only he knows but somehow we understand.  Unfathomable?  Yes.  Obtainable?  Of course.  

Arggg Maties!

Ello mAtties!!!  I ave jus returned from the evil seaaaaaa.  ARRGGG.  Now me ship es covered in barnacles and i've got a bad case of scuuuuurvy. ARGGG.  But the good thing is...I've found me lost treasure! But i hid it away in me blue lagoon.  Fairwell maties!!  ARGGGG

Lucid Dream

I tend to remember my dreams very easily because they are extremely vivid resulting in confusing consciousness with unconsciousness often for a few hours upon being awake. During my sleep on October 12, I had a very clear and fluid dream that didn’t skip around and had very real aspects to it. The time plot I was unsure of but I seemed to be not much older than I am now, but non-the less I was older. I remember myself running south, toward the beach trying to find my father with the knowledge that the rest of my family members were gone, deceased or missing. The context of my dreams leaves me to believe they were dead. As I got closer and closer to the beach I realized the smell of decay and famine in the air. During my dream, I was surprised at the sensory details I was able to experience. I finally reached the ocean and I was in a familiar place. Contrary to the darkness I was still able to make out this specific scenery. Along a dark street full of destruction a row of tall, almost uniformed, homes stood two stories from the ground. The homes had almost no yards and they were strangely thin. Then the disturbing image locked in my eyes as I panicked at the horrific sight. People were burning. I heard the blood curdling screams of the burning humans trying to extinguish the fire in the ocean but their pursuit to put it out was unsuccessful. I then looked around to see a figure of supreme importance. Weather it was good or evil I am still unsure of. I approached this figure with and in a panic I ask him where my daddy was. And he pointed in the ocean of the burning people. I saw my dad, burning in the ocean and the figure told me my dad had joined the unrighteous. My dream ended with me running trying to find a familiar face.

The New Litter Box

Mac and Kitty have been using the same litter box since Kitty was a little girl and we found it time to upgrade to one where Mac didn't struggle to release her excrement into the box.  So we thought one with higher sides would keep her posterior in the box.  But, the first time Mac used the new litter box, she didn't put her butt in the box at all....Instead she stood in the box with her butt out of it and made a bowl movement on the floor, next to the litter box, not in it.  Just one more bit of evidence proving she has down syndrome. 

Kitty and Mac

I feel as though my post don't do my blogger name justice and the very few people who read this probably wonder who Kitty and Mac are.  They are beloved kitties.  Although, Kitty, it used much too loosely and they are far too ginormous to be referred to as kittens any longer.  I will now present to you a proper introduction to my feline friends.  Mac(short for Macintosh) is the black one.  Kitty(we never gave her a name cause when we found her she was too cute) is the slightly obese orange one.  Mac shows evidence that she may hold a slight case of down syndrome, while gluttony is the deadly sin Kitty can not conquer.  My heart is softened for these fallible creatures.  

What the Heck

I should be quarantined from the world.  Not from an infectious disease but from my negativity being just as contagious.  Nostalgia dangles a broken past in front of me the same way I dangle delectable fish in front of my feline friends.  7078 is yellow thread weaved into my bleak gray color scheme in my life's loom.  This is my redundant metaphor yet the only way I can explain my self torture effectively.  I thank the world for there oblivion to this technological keeping of my inner thoughts.  

Twilight

I have come upon an epiphany!  Since I have shown an interest in the Twilight Saga it seemed as though my very existence became consumed by the idea of falling in love with a vampire.  However, not just any vampire; Edward Cullen to be more specific.  There was no superlative that I could conjure up to fit a description for this Supreme Being.  The more and more the story unfolded the more petulance I gained for my seemingly sane and predictable life.  I developed a craving for the supernatural to salute me and rescue me from a disappointing existence.  As I thought over the vampires perfect qualities in my mind over and over again a sudden epiphany struck me like a lightning bolt from heaven telling me to “snap out of it!”  The author was illustrating what we would become in our after life; Extreme grace, musical voices, undying passion, immortality, perfect vision and acute hearing. This extreme change in my train of thought altered my priorities tremendously.  Chagrin rushed over me as I remembered why I was put on this earth in the first place.  I was so consumed by longing over the unobtainable and wallowing in self-pity of the fact I would never be such an amazing creature that I forgot that my thinking was utterly false!  Stupid girl.  My focus has been readjusted.  I need to focus on making my earthy life the best it can be.  I will become more advantageous and fulfill my duties here on earth to once again be like him; perfect.

Cousins

Everyone's family is different.  Different experiences, trials and tribulations shape the way families interact and react to different situations.  However, in every family there is always the one who starts the "drama," or who falls away from the family unit.  There is always that one who everyone seem to be drawn to, the perfect one, the over-achiever.  Everyone has at least one gay family member (i know that is terribly cliche to say but come on) and there is always one person who you get along with the best who is not in your immediate family.  That one person for me happens to be my cousin.  She is crazy; unfortunately that one personality trait in her is a mirror image of mine.  Our same disconnection to the world leaves us in a permanent loopy state of mind unable to grasp a tiny bit of sanity.  I wouldn't change us for the word. :)  

Marriage

Marriage is a part of most people's life.  Whether it last for eternity or fails to the unfortunate circumstances of each other's lives and leaves an unpleasant taste in ones mouth.  Why does marriage fail?  Is it because of stress?  Maybe the death of a child took a toll on both parents, or financial unsuitability was to much to cope with.  Either or, ending a marriage seems like the easy way out.  There are situations where ending a marriage is the best thing to do, but in more cases than one i believe families are becoming lazy and nonchalant about the true meaning of relationships and family ties.  These things take constant effort and maintenance.  When you purchase a new car the exhilaration in owning something so radiant and new makes your heart flutter and your mind wraps around your car with a type of tunnel vision.  Then time passes and you get used to having a new shinny car but an unspeakable bond develops.  You grow a certain loyalty to your new car.  But then the years pass and things start going wrong and instead of holding tight to something you once longed for so passionately and fixing the problem, even if it's severe, you buy a new car because its the easy thing to do.  The best things in life don't come easy.  

I must be a cynic

I have succumb to cynicism.  I believe the roots of my cynicism stems from my past around, oh let's say, 15 years ago.  I was in a ballet tap dance class and i suffered from allergies.  Itchy throats were not uncommon to spring up as an impulse of the moment type thing..so, when something itches the innate thing to do would be to scratch it.  So i did, with my tongue; unfortunately it made a terrible noise.  The ballet instructor then yelled, nay, screamed, nay cursed violently at me with blood shot eyes and gnarling fangs and growled at me commanding me to stop.  Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, but she could have asked my to stop...please.  So with that one seemingly unimportant event that happened in my life i became a cynic.  Just a mild cynic though nothing too extreme.  I would never sit in a theater yelling at the characters to learn how to act, or protest someone's creativity when i finished their novel.  I simply, but secretively, am cynical towards life.