Rambling
I wish I had a magic pen, that transformed my thoughts into pictures on a page. When I picture rivers that flow into minds and open eyes, I wish I could pull gifs out of my head and put them on youtube, Or at least I had a 3D printer, like NASA does. I was watching mythbusters last night and they were debating the aerodynamics of a surfboard. Since the carve one that they had made wasn't an exact replica of the original they scanned pictures into the comp and then printed a mini board. PRINTED a 3D mini board. I now want one of those wicked things, not because I have god knows what to print, but because I could print legos and then make castles and stuff. I haven't done that since I was a kid, and I really really want to do that. Although when I think of legos I think of whales. Mini, plastic whales and orcas. I remember being 4 and playing with those things. And really wanting to make forts. But me and my friends (a brother and his older sister) usually made forts out of pillows and bedsheets. Then we gathered food, drinks and games. I remember learning how to play "salami" and "war" with them.
As I'm rambling, I might as well write more comprehensible shit, yes? Well...how about my favorite sunrise. It was a few years ago, and I was at see with my family and a few friends. I had been feeling snippish for ages, so one morning I sneaked out of the house at 6 in the morning and walked about a mile to get to the seaside. I remember passing the yellow fields, seeing a braying donkey and a happy, munching cow, and following the pink in the sky. Eventually I got to a metal tree and saw the 25 foot drop to the cliffs and the ocean. At this point, the sun hadn't risen yet, so the edges of the sky were purple and some clouds were a gentle pink. When the blood orange sun rose it began to banish the dark colors of the sky into lighter ones. From dark pink to light pink to white and from purple the sky turned blue. As the sun gradually lifted itself off the horizon, the fields and the trees turned gold. The dry dirt sparkled around my feet and the air began to smell of the warmth of the day. Hell, I OWNED that day, or at least that hour. Then I walked home and crashed into bed, woke up at midday.
Speaking of which, I haven't been able to get up earlier than eleven since monday. Argh. I even set my alarm clock. Do I wake up? Nope. I hate snow and snowdays. They make me attached to my bed.
As I'm rambling, I might as well write more comprehensible shit, yes? Well...how about my favorite sunrise. It was a few years ago, and I was at see with my family and a few friends. I had been feeling snippish for ages, so one morning I sneaked out of the house at 6 in the morning and walked about a mile to get to the seaside. I remember passing the yellow fields, seeing a braying donkey and a happy, munching cow, and following the pink in the sky. Eventually I got to a metal tree and saw the 25 foot drop to the cliffs and the ocean. At this point, the sun hadn't risen yet, so the edges of the sky were purple and some clouds were a gentle pink. When the blood orange sun rose it began to banish the dark colors of the sky into lighter ones. From dark pink to light pink to white and from purple the sky turned blue. As the sun gradually lifted itself off the horizon, the fields and the trees turned gold. The dry dirt sparkled around my feet and the air began to smell of the warmth of the day. Hell, I OWNED that day, or at least that hour. Then I walked home and crashed into bed, woke up at midday.
Speaking of which, I haven't been able to get up earlier than eleven since monday. Argh. I even set my alarm clock. Do I wake up? Nope. I hate snow and snowdays. They make me attached to my bed.