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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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I wanted to write while I was feeling happy feelings and thinking happy thoughts because it doesn't happen all that often and I wanted to savor the experience. Lately, it seems as though by the time I get to the computer, something has to rain on my parade. But currently, my parade is quite dry and happy, or at least dancing in the rain (I didn't want rain to portray saddness...I actually like rain and it makes me happy as long as it's every so often).
Right now I am listening to this song and though I am not too fond of the singer's voice, there is this beautiful orchestra piece near the end of the song that makes listening worthwhile. I wish the song only contained the orchestra...it's so pretty, it doesn't need words. The feeling the song it supposed to expose is there...it's very romantic and free. The piece in the song makes me picture two lovers frolicking through a forest, playfully chasing each other. The focus goes from the person running happily to the other person chasing happily. Everything in the forest is a beautiful deep, emerald green. There is sun shining through the tops of all the trees- which gives each plant a lovely glow, but is not bright enough to steal the shady, mysteriousness of the forest. Finally, the one frolicking ahead finally lets the other catch them and they embrace in the middle of the forest with the light seeping in from the treetops dance all around them. I love visioning that in my mind. What makes it all the happier is the music behind it. That's why I don't like the words. The lack of words leaves the mind open for your imagination to soar. So instead of thinking of the lyrics sung in the song, you can think of the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the music. I love the kind of music I can listen to and create a vision in my head. It's like going to another place, if only for just a little bit. I made a recording of it so I can escape to that forest whenever I want. I made a point not to make any plans today in hopes that I will finally buckle down and do my homework. But to tell you the truth, it has been such a beautiful break- this is nearly an impossible feat. The times I procrastinate, I feel ever so peaceful in doing what I love to do (hang out with friends, write, read, sit outside, play with my dog, make chocolate-covered strawberries, etc). I may be drowning in stress when the time comes but until then, I enjoy that peace. Today I slept in, took a long shower, read the comics while I ate my chicken fried rice, and made some more chocolate covered strawberries. And while I was washing the strawberries, I looked out the window and suddenly I was in the country. Out the window I saw fields with sheep and green grass as far as the eye could see. I was in a nice summer cottage and the wind was gentle against my face. I imagined the strawberries were for a strawberry rhubarb pie I would be making soon, and it would cool right on the window sill on the window I was currently looking through. I visioned my dog hassling the sheep by prancing after them and I smiled. I'm such a dreamer, I really am. I just tend to paint these pictures in my head constantly...not always because I don't like where I am now- just because it's in my imagination. Sometimes, I would rather be in those places because they seem so far away and peaceful. Every daydream I have seems to be in the middle of nowhere with nature all around me. And I long for that simplicity- no noise pollution from car or train, no complications or stress from school...just nature and me and anyone who cares to join. I should take up painting. I've always wanted to. But I should pursue that as a hobby and maybe take some classes so I can get really good. Then I can paint all the images that come to my mind. I'd have to become good at portraits, though, because some people are on my mind all the time. There are so many things I want to do in life. I have my main interests, but then I have all these little ones, too. I want to do so many things. I really hope I can get a chance at them all, because that would be an ideal life. I just want to live and experience all these things. I want to learn a variety of instruments, how to knit, how to paint, how to cook, how to dance a variety of dances, how to do karate or tai kwan do, etc. I want to perfect my spanish. I want to learn french. I hope I live long enough to do all these things. I read this poem written by my friend. It was a poem and a picture. The picture was up at my cabin. It was taken from either my mom or dad up the hill on the deck while her and I were at the dock fishing. And it was a very beautiful perspective because we weren't posing since we didn't know it was being taken...it was just the two of us sitting on the pier fishing. We looked kinda small from the top of the hill, but you got the essence of two best friends spending time together. That's the picture.  And the poem was about the time she spent up there with my family and I. It wasn't fully directed at our vacation, but it related to it quite well. When she let me read it, I was near tears because it was so nice. I knew we had fun up there but to have her write a poem about it, I was really honored to be part of that memory with her. I was especially honored to relate to any part of that poem, directly or indirectly. She asked me what I thought of it and all I could say without crying was, "beautiful, it really captured all the moments of summer." Then she told me that it meant a lot that I said that since I write avidly, but I told her that there are no better words to describe those memories than what she had on that piece of paper. I really hope it gets into Finesse. If it doesn't, I'll just get a copy and put the picture over them poem. Maybe I'll make us both a copy and frame it. I can give it to her for her birthday. A couple of nights ago, I was running around my friend Vickie's house because I was extremely hyper. I think it was all the gumballs I ate because I found out I could unscrew the gumball machine top and get lots of gumballs instead of searching for pennies and only getting one gumball. So I was eating all these gumballs and running around like a crazy lady, and as I am doing my 342nd lap around Vik's house, Beeks runs towards me and we hugged. It's really nice to give hugs like that when two people are so happy. It's one thing to get a hug when you are down or when someone else is down, but it's another when you both are super happy. And that was about the nicest hug that day. It's just something you'd write down just so you can remember it better. At least that's what I do. I like to remember moments. I have a very good memory for these things. I can remember all the nicest and meaningful-est hugs and kisses I've gotten, all the vivid facial expressions during deep discussions, little meaningful things that people say, the surroundings of places I've been, feelings I had during certain times. I have a terrible memory for most other things but when it comes to these small joys in life, I remember. Funny how that works out but I do. I can store all this odd, useless information in my head that is useful for me but only for special occasions. For example, I like to ask people what time they were born on their birthdays so I can say happy birthday at the exact time they were born. And just because I am curious. I was born at 9:15am on March 25th. I think I know about 5 people and what date/time they were born. And the only purpose for knowing is to say 'Happy birthday' at the right time. It's just extra special that way. I wish the other 'important' things in life would store in my memory as well. Like Algebra 2. But this is a happy feeling/thought post so WOW! That's wha I call Chinese 6! Hahaha =D Kev and I thought about that one when we were in Tangs 2 eating. We heard "Clocks" by Coldplay in Chinese instrumental music and we decided that it was from a compilation CD called NOW that's wha I call Chinese 6! (compared to the American compilation CD's called NOW that's what I call music) It was funny at the time, I guess you had to be in the Chinese food place with us...because it seemed extra funny considering we were still in the chinese place while making up these ideas and talking in accents. I thought we were gonna get shot lol. To my friend: Here you are, in my heart.
Or right through that path. There you are. And here I am. Meet half way. There we are. Deep inside, And to the left. In our hearts- Secret Agent Snowman. Cups are full- Full of tea. When we talk, Just you and me Our minds are filling With memories. We only sip. The tea is hot. But that's not why- There's always more to say. Let the steam rise, And save our breath for words. I speak to you, And trust that I'm heard. Whether happy, sad, confused, mad- Nothing means more to me Than just that. Our conversations Are like medicine; And to know you're here Makes all the difference in the world. Jenny at 8:41 PM
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