"Then one leg is shorter than the other. Can nothing more be done?"
The older I grow, the more screwy a person I become.
I was a pretty bizarro child, so that gives you an idea of how deranged I am now.
A couple years ago, my mom told me a story about my 9th birthday party. It took place at my house in Bothell, and I'd been anticipating it all week. My mom taped swollen balloons and paper streamers up around the house that danced in the summer breeze when the windows were left open. I got a strawberry-filled cake that had a frosting-painted white cat on the top. When the day came, my friends and I played, did the birthday routine, and participated in cheesy party games. When the shebang was well underway, I disappeared. No one could find me. My mom frantically searched the house. Later on she found me under my bed. She asked me what I was doing, and I calmly replied, "I just wanted to take a break." Who the hell hides under their bed at their birthday party?
I also sent many barbies and teddy bears to the guillotine.
Anyway.
I wish I could invent my own world. Our imaginations are restricted by language, by conventions. I can't create a completely original idea because I'm bound by words words words norms norms norms. CAT. DOG. SCISSORS. RUN. FLY. CLOUD. BIRTH. DEATH. HOW DO YA DO, FINE HOW ARE YOU? I wrote in my journal throughout my aural skills class this morning and tried to devise novel thoughts:
Howling Creatures with golden hair, riding on the wind via dandelion seeds.
Little fragile fairies made of ice crystals, staying low to the frozen ground in fear of dissolving.
Apples and strawberries dancing on the broken white keys of the piano.
Dinosaurs still live in Hungary.
The best a writer can do is combine ideas to create something new. There's joy in that.
Sometimes I just like to jot things down and come up with new ideas.
How does your mind work? What do you think of when you see these words next to each other?
1. ORANGE <> SPOON
2. CANVAS <> BOYFRIEND
3. AIRPLANE <> FLOWERS
4. PIGEON <> SHAG CARPET
5. ROOT BEER <> CAMERA
1. Orange sauce. Like apple sauce, except made with oranges. Comes in little cups like apple sauce does. Someone eats a cup with a plastic spoon.
2. I paint a picture of my boyfriend in acrylic on a canvas that covers the entire wall of my living room.
3. An airline attendant tried to grow flowers on a plane to enhance the mood of the interior, but she was rebuked by the pilot.
4. I want to create a stuffed animal pigeon out of the material used to make shag carpet. It would be colorful, fuzzy, and I could give it to a baby.
5. I take a picture of a can of root beer with a polaroid camera. It sits in the sunshine in the city amidst honking cars and businessmen, but the vintage quality of the photo makes it look special, as if from a different world.
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Something funny:
I'm missing the musical performance of the Lion King here in Seattle to go to Africa. I see a connection.
Tyler and I watched the "Grasslands" episode of Planet Earth yesterday. It was great. I hate seeing animals killed, though... especially really cute, fluffy yellow chicks. Why would anyone ever want to publish something so horrifying?
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I was a pretty bizarro child, so that gives you an idea of how deranged I am now.
A couple years ago, my mom told me a story about my 9th birthday party. It took place at my house in Bothell, and I'd been anticipating it all week. My mom taped swollen balloons and paper streamers up around the house that danced in the summer breeze when the windows were left open. I got a strawberry-filled cake that had a frosting-painted white cat on the top. When the day came, my friends and I played, did the birthday routine, and participated in cheesy party games. When the shebang was well underway, I disappeared. No one could find me. My mom frantically searched the house. Later on she found me under my bed. She asked me what I was doing, and I calmly replied, "I just wanted to take a break." Who the hell hides under their bed at their birthday party?
I also sent many barbies and teddy bears to the guillotine.
Anyway.
I wish I could invent my own world. Our imaginations are restricted by language, by conventions. I can't create a completely original idea because I'm bound by words words words norms norms norms. CAT. DOG. SCISSORS. RUN. FLY. CLOUD. BIRTH. DEATH. HOW DO YA DO, FINE HOW ARE YOU? I wrote in my journal throughout my aural skills class this morning and tried to devise novel thoughts:
Howling Creatures with golden hair, riding on the wind via dandelion seeds.
Little fragile fairies made of ice crystals, staying low to the frozen ground in fear of dissolving.
Apples and strawberries dancing on the broken white keys of the piano.
Dinosaurs still live in Hungary.
The best a writer can do is combine ideas to create something new. There's joy in that.
Sometimes I just like to jot things down and come up with new ideas.
How does your mind work? What do you think of when you see these words next to each other?
1. ORANGE <> SPOON
2. CANVAS <> BOYFRIEND
3. AIRPLANE <> FLOWERS
4. PIGEON <> SHAG CARPET
5. ROOT BEER <> CAMERA
1. Orange sauce. Like apple sauce, except made with oranges. Comes in little cups like apple sauce does. Someone eats a cup with a plastic spoon.
2. I paint a picture of my boyfriend in acrylic on a canvas that covers the entire wall of my living room.
3. An airline attendant tried to grow flowers on a plane to enhance the mood of the interior, but she was rebuked by the pilot.
4. I want to create a stuffed animal pigeon out of the material used to make shag carpet. It would be colorful, fuzzy, and I could give it to a baby.
5. I take a picture of a can of root beer with a polaroid camera. It sits in the sunshine in the city amidst honking cars and businessmen, but the vintage quality of the photo makes it look special, as if from a different world.
________________________
Something funny:
I'm missing the musical performance of the Lion King here in Seattle to go to Africa. I see a connection.
Tyler and I watched the "Grasslands" episode of Planet Earth yesterday. It was great. I hate seeing animals killed, though... especially really cute, fluffy yellow chicks. Why would anyone ever want to publish something so horrifying?
_________________________
.