Top 10 Things - School

Top 10 Things

Reasons school must start again

1. The elements of nature have never been on our side anyway
2. Obama hasn't resigned yet
3. The extra-terrestrials have invaded. They are now our teachers and they want to suck out our brains as soon as they can
4. I was only kidding about the first part of number 3. Our teachers are human. But we still don't know their designs...
5. The media hasn't influenced the principal at all (obviously)
6. Somebody faxed me. That may not be a reason to start school again, but it's almost definitely a bad sign
7. They have trained our internal clocks to wake us up earlier for these nine months anyway. Curses...
8. They just finished brainwashing the summer school students, and they weren't completely satisfied. As usual
9. Unicorns no longer exist. Proof? There would've been an epic battle between the power of good and school. But the human race hasn't seen this battle since Noah's ark when he forgot to get a pair of Unicorns.
10. I'm writing a blog post about it

Get Ready For Random

BEHOLD!

The mighty albatross. See how it spreads its wings in pure majesty. Watch as it leaps, flaps, and soars into the distance. Off into the glowing sunrise. Or maybe it was the solar eclipse...

I wish I had a camera right now.

Because some things can't just be captured in your mind. Because eventually, no matter how hard you try, it's going to evade your memory. Because sooner or later, the stars are going to fall from the sky, creating a swirling, awe-inspiring rush of wind and imagination. Because, just like those stars, you too want to be free.

When you think of pencils, where does your mind lead? Haha! Pun not originally intended. Although, when you read back over it, it's kind of funny :)

I'm laughing right now. Why? Because I'm staring at a black, twisty chord connected to my house phone land-line. Don't ask me why.


Orange diamonds glitter in the sky. Deep velvet blankets the air. If you really want to fly, why aren't you up there? If the seagull sun doesn't impress your view, then go back home. Because I'm stuck here like glue.

Sometime in life, we're all going to have to face the unexpected. For me, who knows when that will be? Not you.

But I know when you will be caught off guard in your life.

Right now.

No drugs were consumed in the making of this post.

Or Maybe I'm Just Dreaming

Silence
It's a strange thing. A thief to come and steal away any emotion the sound wishes to give to you. To send to you. To implant in you.

Wishes
Can you ever really be sure what a wish is? Is it the bidding of the stars? Or the sky coming down to color the trees, the grass, the birds, the very substance that you've been so longing to have?

The grass
It's flowing beside you. Long and smooth, almost silky it seems. It blows with the wind, bending again and again, colored a deep ingrained green by the dreams of your future self.

Dreams
Inside your head, they are blurry visions of your past, present, and future, all in one, quick sense of ethereality seen through a misty fog. Dreams never start at a prepared spot, and they never end when you wish them to. But what of when you don't dream? Where do the visions go? Lost in an alternate dimension void of color? Perhaps outside, to the real world.

Outside
There you are again. Back in the long, flowing grass. But you're not in their midst. You're hovering above the ground in an almost surreal sense of wonder, floating on a cloud, toned pink by the sun's dying rays as it dips behind the mountains.

The rays
Touching you, but unreachable. Why does the sky mock you so? Leaving yourself, you prepare to touch the atmosphere. But you can't. It is forbidden.

Preparation
A vague sense of accomplishment before you have even begun. An achievement for the sights in your soul. But after the preparation comes your real challenge.

The soul
As you wonder, you morph. And your mind leaves your body, floating away with no control of speed or direction. Is it just your imagination?

Imagination
It's all in your head. But why must it stay there? Give it a chance! Bring those dragonflies away from the mountain tops to dwell in the cave of spirits and live to do your bidding. Send the comets on gas giants who so proudly orbit, and make them obtainable. Send your mind back to your body.

And here you are again
Back. Seeing out of your own eyes instead of a misty haze, gazing on everything. Walking on your own legs instead of drifting in the breeze. Feeling. Smelling. Hearing.

But thinking?
No. It's all the same.

Or maybe I'm just dreaming...