This will be the 32nd post of March.
Somehow or another...I ended up accidentally posting twice on March 10th.
So March will have an uncharacteristic 32 days of posting.
Its strange how hectic life can get.
To where I don't remember when I've posted and when I haven't.
To where I post twice in one day.
Perhaps February 29th was feeling....left out this year.
And wanted to makes its voice heard.
So Feb. 29th has worked its little magic on my head.
And had me post again on March 10th.
Have you ever wondered why we randomly add an extra day into our calendar's every fourth year?
I know the actual reason....something about how long it takes the earth to circle the sun and that it's not a whole number and to make up for that decimal point every four years we add in an extra day...blah blah blah.
But perhaps there is another reason behind it.
There usually is an illogical reason before a logical reason is come up with right?
So why do we have an extra day added?
And why is it always in February?
Maybe we should make "Leap Year" more complicated by adding in 32nds and 31sts to the months that are not February.
Leap year 1 January 32
Leap year 2 February 29
Leap year 3 March 32
Leap year 4 April 31
etc. etc. etc.
Yah....that would get annoying.
And I'd feel bad for those people born on these missing days.
I mean if we had a twelve month add a day and its every four years....
You'd only really get one birthday maybe two in your lifetime.
Then of course you'd need to remember what month got the extra day.
But then it brings to mind...why is February so short?
There's an explanation for this too....but I don't want to think on it...something about the month being 'sad' or something? I don't know.
Why do we have February end on the 28th most years?
Why not have a couple of months end on the 29th so February doesn't feel so....left out.
Perhaps February wanted to be special instead.
February wanted to be unique known for its shortness and for its love. (Valentines day)
Perhaps February is trying to say something.
That its content to be shorter for three years.
But by the fourth year...February prefers to be longer as well.
To have more of a celebration.
And not as much of a break.
I don't know.
But it is a random concept to think about. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in an amusement park/ mall place with games, rides, movies, stores, food....
I was meeting up with some high school friends because we wanted to go see a movie.
But I ended up getting...sidetracked.
Because I really had to go.
So I was looking for a bathroom to use.
And I came upon this bathroom....
Where you had to do a waltz type dance before you could use the facilities. -dancing to music.
it was in a shallow pool only an inch deep and had yellow swirls designed into the tub.
They ended up closing before I could try it out.
But promised they'd open one last time after sunset around 7:05pm.
But I had to wait.
And that was hard....because I knew I couldn't stay that long....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Scream
When I was younger,
I used to scream alot.
I could scream loud enough that you could hear me from the neighbors house.
I used to do it alot. For fun, or because I was really frustrated.
Or because I wanted to scream to let out my bound up energy.
However, as I grew up.
The desire to scream grew less and less.
Because I realized....it was rather useless to scream.
It didn't help in any talking situations I got myself into.
It might help me if I ever got into trouble with someone.
But overall. its not a very handy skill to have.
And annoying to boot.
Screaming.
But today. On behalf of another's request to hear me scream.
I did it.
They requested that I scream because I'm...quite the quiet person.
I'm not very loud nowadays in my vocalizations.
Because I realized that loud is rather annoying.
heh...quiet can be annoying too if the person can't hear that well.
But I like being quiet better.
I feel like I"m in more control when I'm quite.
When I'm loud.
I feel less in control.
So I'm quiet.
But it felt.....awesome....liberating to let out a nice loud scream today.
And if the walls weren't so thin here at my place.
I might be more likely to do it again
When the pressure and stress of life starts to build on me.
I'll have to keep that as a mental note in the back of my mind.
That I can still scream if I want to.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was heading to Institute and showing my sister where it was.
We had to climb up this set of spiral stairs.
And I happened to be building a....gum ball tract....or I found one.
Anyway there were these kids following me because I had a handful of gum
and they wanted some.
So I put them on the gumball tract. And watched the gumballs go zooming out and away
To where it would end up in a gumball machine.
The kids were....rather put out that they'd have to pay to get the gumballs out of the machine.
They wanted to watch them roll down the tract some more and then eat them.
And I found a...malicious short of pleasure tricking them like that.
I think they might have given me some of their gumballs to be on the tract.
Or I promised them that they could have the gum balls, but I didn't follow through with that promise.
Anyway I went to my institute class....which I was slightly late for.
It was Brother Longmore's Pearl of Great Price class. Same place and location.
Though the furniture was slightly different. It was like it was taking place in a bedroom.
There were alot of fluffy pillows blocking my way to the table that held the roll.
But I ended up sitting down.
(I had come in late, and everyone was in an attitude of worship. There was a strange...mysticalism to the room. It was very pink. And it almost seemed like people were in a drugged high state....very into what they were learning.)
And I think I listened to the lesson.
But then. My team was on the attack. The rampage.
We needed to capture everyone in the apartment building that wasn't on our side so that we could win the war.
So I started with a guys apartment and 'caught' one dude...he was kinda more 'chubby gamer' in looks. And I had a knife on him and was threatening him to stay here.
And then I didn't really have him do anything besides stay in his computer chair.
I think i was waiting for backup.
And more guys who lived in the apartment showed up or were there. Like three others.
And they became my hostages as well.
One more dude showed up. To the roommates dismay because he didn't know what was going on.
Only he did.
One of my teammates a girl with black hair -kinda ratty looking- came in behind him with her own weapon...I think it was a gun.
So now we had a bunch of guys being held hostage...
with nothing for them to do.
So they ended up...testing the boundaries.
Seeing if they could escape.
At one point a girl came in distracting me and they all 'dissapeared'
Downstairs.
They were rather surprised I found them downstairs.
They had gone two levels down. But I found them all chilling out on bean bag chairs, eating junkfood and watching something on TV. I want to say it was football...
Anyway...they weren't moving anytime soon and the other girl had my back.
(At some point I threatened the guys with two knives instead of one....)
And I was curious to see how far down this apartment went. (but I started thinking of it as a house)
And it went down another flight of stairs. perhaps another two flights of stairs. it was a rather tall building apparently.
So I came back upstairs.
To find one of the girls. -Heidi (girl from my Anatomy class) was getting rather excited
Because one of the bands performing in the area tonight was using her house to practice in because she had all the equipment a band would need to practice and perform.
(So the guys apartment switched to her house)
At one point in the dream I went downstairs to see the band practicing.
The lead guy...he was playing a guitar. He was Justin Timberlake and there were three other guys playing as well. There was one guy on drums. and the other two were also on the guitar.
At this point I had decided that I needed to check on how the battle was going outside of the house/apt.
More people were showing up to watch the band practice. So I used that as a distraction.
Lol at one point Justin put his hand over the mike and mouthed towards the girl, Heidi. "I thought we told you only to bring four people"
Since there were more then that watching and listening. Around twenty or so with four more guys added in from the front door. Heidi could only shrug helplessly and basically say "I tried, but word gets around."
Anyway, I was trying to find the exit I found earlier that would lead to the backyard. I was pretty sure it was where the band was practicing, but I wasn't finding it. It seemed more like a garage and there was a room or two dedicated to fishing stuff that I found. With fish on the walls and tackle boxes and fishing poles everywhere.
And when I'd glance out a window I'd find I was still a floor higher then I needed to be.
Then there was a call from above. And I rushed up to a higher floor.
To view the battle from there with another girl.
We were then on the battle field. Building defenses, trying to get the enemy to attack in such a way that we could surround them and make them surrender. There was a process of making them think there were more of us when in fact there were less.
And the key to this win was when I remembered.
The gumball tract. I had set it so that it would blow.
It was like we were suddenly a farming community on the move. There were sheep and cows pulling wagons and cows walking like people following little cars/wagons/ducks made out of boxes for entertainment.
We were moving to war.
And at one point we stopped and left a wagon behind in memorial of those who had died.
Anyway. The final battle was just getting ready to clash.
With us turning of the lights and disgusting things and getting the gumball track ready...
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
There was alot more to the dream, especially the battle part. But its hard to remember the order of my dream, so parts of the dream above were out of wack. I think the farming community came before the whole war thing. We were on the move, and I remember there being this whole ritual with one of the cows pulling the wagon....and yah. It was getting kinda weird towards the end. I was sad I woke up though. I wanted to see the end of the battle.
And that
Is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D.
I used to scream alot.
I could scream loud enough that you could hear me from the neighbors house.
I used to do it alot. For fun, or because I was really frustrated.
Or because I wanted to scream to let out my bound up energy.
However, as I grew up.
The desire to scream grew less and less.
Because I realized....it was rather useless to scream.
It didn't help in any talking situations I got myself into.
It might help me if I ever got into trouble with someone.
But overall. its not a very handy skill to have.
And annoying to boot.
Screaming.
But today. On behalf of another's request to hear me scream.
I did it.
They requested that I scream because I'm...quite the quiet person.
I'm not very loud nowadays in my vocalizations.
Because I realized that loud is rather annoying.
heh...quiet can be annoying too if the person can't hear that well.
But I like being quiet better.
I feel like I"m in more control when I'm quite.
When I'm loud.
I feel less in control.
So I'm quiet.
But it felt.....awesome....liberating to let out a nice loud scream today.
And if the walls weren't so thin here at my place.
I might be more likely to do it again
When the pressure and stress of life starts to build on me.
I'll have to keep that as a mental note in the back of my mind.
That I can still scream if I want to.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was heading to Institute and showing my sister where it was.
We had to climb up this set of spiral stairs.
And I happened to be building a....gum ball tract....or I found one.
Anyway there were these kids following me because I had a handful of gum
and they wanted some.
So I put them on the gumball tract. And watched the gumballs go zooming out and away
To where it would end up in a gumball machine.
The kids were....rather put out that they'd have to pay to get the gumballs out of the machine.
They wanted to watch them roll down the tract some more and then eat them.
And I found a...malicious short of pleasure tricking them like that.
I think they might have given me some of their gumballs to be on the tract.
Or I promised them that they could have the gum balls, but I didn't follow through with that promise.
Anyway I went to my institute class....which I was slightly late for.
It was Brother Longmore's Pearl of Great Price class. Same place and location.
Though the furniture was slightly different. It was like it was taking place in a bedroom.
There were alot of fluffy pillows blocking my way to the table that held the roll.
But I ended up sitting down.
(I had come in late, and everyone was in an attitude of worship. There was a strange...mysticalism to the room. It was very pink. And it almost seemed like people were in a drugged high state....very into what they were learning.)
And I think I listened to the lesson.
But then. My team was on the attack. The rampage.
We needed to capture everyone in the apartment building that wasn't on our side so that we could win the war.
So I started with a guys apartment and 'caught' one dude...he was kinda more 'chubby gamer' in looks. And I had a knife on him and was threatening him to stay here.
And then I didn't really have him do anything besides stay in his computer chair.
I think i was waiting for backup.
And more guys who lived in the apartment showed up or were there. Like three others.
And they became my hostages as well.
One more dude showed up. To the roommates dismay because he didn't know what was going on.
Only he did.
One of my teammates a girl with black hair -kinda ratty looking- came in behind him with her own weapon...I think it was a gun.
So now we had a bunch of guys being held hostage...
with nothing for them to do.
So they ended up...testing the boundaries.
Seeing if they could escape.
At one point a girl came in distracting me and they all 'dissapeared'
Downstairs.
They were rather surprised I found them downstairs.
They had gone two levels down. But I found them all chilling out on bean bag chairs, eating junkfood and watching something on TV. I want to say it was football...
Anyway...they weren't moving anytime soon and the other girl had my back.
(At some point I threatened the guys with two knives instead of one....)
And I was curious to see how far down this apartment went. (but I started thinking of it as a house)
And it went down another flight of stairs. perhaps another two flights of stairs. it was a rather tall building apparently.
So I came back upstairs.
To find one of the girls. -Heidi (girl from my Anatomy class) was getting rather excited
Because one of the bands performing in the area tonight was using her house to practice in because she had all the equipment a band would need to practice and perform.
(So the guys apartment switched to her house)
At one point in the dream I went downstairs to see the band practicing.
The lead guy...he was playing a guitar. He was Justin Timberlake and there were three other guys playing as well. There was one guy on drums. and the other two were also on the guitar.
At this point I had decided that I needed to check on how the battle was going outside of the house/apt.
More people were showing up to watch the band practice. So I used that as a distraction.
Lol at one point Justin put his hand over the mike and mouthed towards the girl, Heidi. "I thought we told you only to bring four people"
Since there were more then that watching and listening. Around twenty or so with four more guys added in from the front door. Heidi could only shrug helplessly and basically say "I tried, but word gets around."
Anyway, I was trying to find the exit I found earlier that would lead to the backyard. I was pretty sure it was where the band was practicing, but I wasn't finding it. It seemed more like a garage and there was a room or two dedicated to fishing stuff that I found. With fish on the walls and tackle boxes and fishing poles everywhere.
And when I'd glance out a window I'd find I was still a floor higher then I needed to be.
Then there was a call from above. And I rushed up to a higher floor.
To view the battle from there with another girl.
We were then on the battle field. Building defenses, trying to get the enemy to attack in such a way that we could surround them and make them surrender. There was a process of making them think there were more of us when in fact there were less.
And the key to this win was when I remembered.
The gumball tract. I had set it so that it would blow.
It was like we were suddenly a farming community on the move. There were sheep and cows pulling wagons and cows walking like people following little cars/wagons/ducks made out of boxes for entertainment.
We were moving to war.
And at one point we stopped and left a wagon behind in memorial of those who had died.
Anyway. The final battle was just getting ready to clash.
With us turning of the lights and disgusting things and getting the gumball track ready...
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
There was alot more to the dream, especially the battle part. But its hard to remember the order of my dream, so parts of the dream above were out of wack. I think the farming community came before the whole war thing. We were on the move, and I remember there being this whole ritual with one of the cows pulling the wagon....and yah. It was getting kinda weird towards the end. I was sad I woke up though. I wanted to see the end of the battle.
And that
Is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Self-Critique
I've decided that having to analyze myself for school...
can be rather detrimental when I have to do it multiple times in a row
for multiple different classes.
It becomes rather depressing to have to explain why I made the mistakes I did.
Especially if my reasoning is rather lame and I know that its lame.
There are only so many ways I can say "I didn't study that. I forgot that. I didn't know I needed to know that" before I just want to throw a heavy object across the room and yell out: "Just give me an F!"
I haven't shouted yet. But having to analyze myself so often this semester.
is starting to wear on me.
And since most of the analyzing focuses on what I did wrong.
Its hard for me to find positive things about what I did do right.
Now, I know its good to critique yourself.
However, I agree with myself that its not good to critique too often.
Needless to say.
I'm trying to keep my spirits up.
And just continue to try to be easy going about the whole thing.
I will mess up. I will not get all the right answers.
But I'm doing the best I am in the moment.
I do need to better that 'in the moment' thinking. Especially for Anatomy XP bleck.
I just need to tell myself:
I am Awesome.
I am Awesome.
I am Awesome.
I am Awesome.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it.
And then....at some point. I will get to be bright and totally prideful in my self critique ;) haha.
Because after all....I am Awesome. ;)
That's my story and I"m sticking to it. :)
I'm the unique me.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Dexter and Deedee
Dexter went from being small and puny to tall around my age and handsome with a deeper voice that was very becoming of him. He was proving some point to Deedee, before he became young again.
I was downstairs in the family room. And there was an annoying song playing. I went to turn it off...to find that I couldn't. I turned off and unplugged and messed with a bunch of switches trying my best to figure out where this awful music was coming from. I was getting to the point of believing that I was being haunted by a ghost...
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
And I realized...I was hearing my alarm going off in my dream. No wonder I couldn't turn off the music lol.
And that
Is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
can be rather detrimental when I have to do it multiple times in a row
for multiple different classes.
It becomes rather depressing to have to explain why I made the mistakes I did.
Especially if my reasoning is rather lame and I know that its lame.
There are only so many ways I can say "I didn't study that. I forgot that. I didn't know I needed to know that" before I just want to throw a heavy object across the room and yell out: "Just give me an F!"
I haven't shouted yet. But having to analyze myself so often this semester.
is starting to wear on me.
And since most of the analyzing focuses on what I did wrong.
Its hard for me to find positive things about what I did do right.
Now, I know its good to critique yourself.
However, I agree with myself that its not good to critique too often.
Needless to say.
I'm trying to keep my spirits up.
And just continue to try to be easy going about the whole thing.
I will mess up. I will not get all the right answers.
But I'm doing the best I am in the moment.
I do need to better that 'in the moment' thinking. Especially for Anatomy XP bleck.
I just need to tell myself:
I am Awesome.
I am Awesome.
I am Awesome.
I am Awesome.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it.
And then....at some point. I will get to be bright and totally prideful in my self critique ;) haha.
Because after all....I am Awesome. ;)
That's my story and I"m sticking to it. :)
I'm the unique me.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Dexter and Deedee
Dexter went from being small and puny to tall around my age and handsome with a deeper voice that was very becoming of him. He was proving some point to Deedee, before he became young again.
I was downstairs in the family room. And there was an annoying song playing. I went to turn it off...to find that I couldn't. I turned off and unplugged and messed with a bunch of switches trying my best to figure out where this awful music was coming from. I was getting to the point of believing that I was being haunted by a ghost...
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
And I realized...I was hearing my alarm going off in my dream. No wonder I couldn't turn off the music lol.
And that
Is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
Monday, March 28, 2011
Clock the Watch
The other day I decided to buy another watch.
Because I have this tendency...to break my watches in such a way.
Where I end up having to get a new one.
So I went to this place, where they were selling good looking watches for $6.
And I found a couple I liked.
And I just couldn't choose between them.
So i got both watches.
And thought to myself :Sweet! Two watches for $12!!
Only yesterday...I decided to wear one of those watches....
and what do you know...
one of them already has a dead battery.
:S Oops.
:( So I have a newly useless watch on my hands.
And I have no idea what to do with it.
I'm halfway considering figuring out how to take it apart.
And putting in a new battery from an older watch I have that is useless because the band broke.
And seeing if that works.
But first I need to figure out how to take the watch apart without damaging it, or loosing any of the pieces.
lol, but I have to just shake my head at myself.
For not thinking to look at the watch to make sure it was ticking its little ticker before buying it.
Sometimes...I can be really oblivious.
Or just really greedy.
I mean...did I actually have to buy two watches
when I still had a perfectly good watch to wear on my wrist right now?
No. No I didn't.
I need to learn to make decisions, let go of greed. And just buy one. :) lol.
Lesson learned....for the moment. I'll see what happens the next time I need to go buy something.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream.
Its funny compared to yesterdays dream of intense detail...I can't remember anything really from the dream I had last night, only that it was similar in style to the dream I wrote yesterday.
I guess that's what happens when you can sleep in as late as you want one day, and you have to get up early the next. :)
Dreams end up containing a lot less detail...if any at all.
There was something about holding hands. Being in each others arms....and it was blue tinged...I don't know.
-S.N.D
Because I have this tendency...to break my watches in such a way.
Where I end up having to get a new one.
So I went to this place, where they were selling good looking watches for $6.
And I found a couple I liked.
And I just couldn't choose between them.
So i got both watches.
And thought to myself :Sweet! Two watches for $12!!
Only yesterday...I decided to wear one of those watches....
and what do you know...
one of them already has a dead battery.
:S Oops.
:( So I have a newly useless watch on my hands.
And I have no idea what to do with it.
I'm halfway considering figuring out how to take it apart.
And putting in a new battery from an older watch I have that is useless because the band broke.
And seeing if that works.
But first I need to figure out how to take the watch apart without damaging it, or loosing any of the pieces.
lol, but I have to just shake my head at myself.
For not thinking to look at the watch to make sure it was ticking its little ticker before buying it.
Sometimes...I can be really oblivious.
Or just really greedy.
I mean...did I actually have to buy two watches
when I still had a perfectly good watch to wear on my wrist right now?
No. No I didn't.
I need to learn to make decisions, let go of greed. And just buy one. :) lol.
Lesson learned....for the moment. I'll see what happens the next time I need to go buy something.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream.
Its funny compared to yesterdays dream of intense detail...I can't remember anything really from the dream I had last night, only that it was similar in style to the dream I wrote yesterday.
I guess that's what happens when you can sleep in as late as you want one day, and you have to get up early the next. :)
Dreams end up containing a lot less detail...if any at all.
There was something about holding hands. Being in each others arms....and it was blue tinged...I don't know.
-S.N.D
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Island Dream
I had one of those moments where I was being stubborn today.
I woke up not feeling top notch. It wasn't blue, or green...more of a red feelings.
But I thought that I could make it through church today with the help of Advil and distractions.
But in the middle of the second hour block of church.
I really wasn't feeling too hot.
The pain...similar to the headaches I get in the middle of the night that keep me up for a while because they are so painful. Painful enough that I start debating with myself which classes I could skip tomorrow, probably all of them because the pain is bad enough.
Well...a similar pain to that...was hitting me. Where I'd be fine for five minutes but then would spend fifteen minutes in pain before getting five minutes of relief.
I started then in Sunday School. Debating with myself if I could make it all three hours, or just skip out now and go home where I could lie down.
I got up at one point to get some water and to take more Advil.
but oh man. Time really really slowed up after the first hour block was over.
It seemed like i was in Sunday school for two hours instead of just one.
I half wondered if my watch was running really slow.
But no...it was going the same pace as all the other clocks.....really slow.
I forced myself to endure Sunday school however.
Mostly by trying to focus on the dream I had last night (following this part of my post) because I think it will make an excellent plotline for a book in the future. :)
Or just riding the waves of pain.
I basically started telling myself. "I just need to survive until I can take the sacrament. That's all, once I take the sacrament I will go home and lie down."
lol...though when the pain started fading I would switch to "Oh yah, I can make it to the end of the third hour no problem. :) I can do this I can do this I can't...do this..." When the pain started returning.
So I was stubborn enough to endure the pain until after the sacrament. But I looked at the clock and saw that we nearly had an hour left to go....and I was like "The last hour took forever and a day." So as soon as the sacrament part of the meeting was over...I was out of the chapel like a rock from the slingshot. And headed home.
So I can be stubborn...up to a point. :)
I was just really glad that I was able to endure for most of church. :)
Do you ever end up doing a compromise system with yourself??
Where you tell yourself "Okay I will do this until this point, then I can reward myself, or do something else, etc."
Its funny.
For me I compromise with myself all day. When I finish this, then i can do this fun thing for this amount of time before I go do another not fun thing.
The length, time, how much I need to do. Will vary however depending on other variables I encounter.
Sometimes I'm able to keep to my compromise.
Most of the time I compromise myself into a different direction.
Headaches I usually tell myself "Oh I can skip such and such classes" even though i have no intention to do so because I know the headache will fade by the time I actually have to go to school. :) lol.
Still I wonder...If I wasn't stubborn at the right moment. Or more stubborn at others....what would have I finished by the end of the day that I wouldn't have otherwise?
Methinks I would get a lot more homework done myself lol :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
We were on a ship.
But we weren't really there willingly.
It was like a luxury cruise slave ship.
But the captain had gathered all of us slaves together on the deck.
And said that we would be passing by an island.
Where we could 'jump off' ship and swim there.
And he wouldn't stop us.
The catch was....it was a jungily/mossy/very green island...filled with mist....and if you
went on the island...you weren't likely going to get back off.
Because it was rumored to be haunted.
But the choice was ours to make, stay on the ship and go to a destination we wouldn't like.
Or jump ship and try to get off the island.
Another slight catch to getting onto this island is that you could only get on it as the
ship was passing by in a North-NorthEast direction. It was only from that side you could access the island.
Any other side...and well... you wouldn't get onto the island.
So me, my family, and a few others made the choice to jump ship.
We climbed down a little ways off the big cruise liner
And the just jumped as we passed by the misty green island on the North-Northeast side.
(The captain had yelled at us to hurry because our time was passing by quickly.)
So we jumped.
And made it to the island.
It was very...jungily. Dense and full of plants. And misty. It was hard to see.
But the water where we landed...wasn't that deep.
The vegetation was growing right into the water.
So it was hard to see the ground right away.
But we all made it onto this...logging path. It was about the width of a car and was a dirt road.
And we huddled there for a moment on this dirt road, in the misty forest. Looking about.
And I spotted what looked to be a black umbrella caught in a tree. (It was right side up, you couldn't see the handle)
But we were all amazed to see this umbrella...because it was actually a really rare bird that we hadn't seen in a looonnng time. And the sight of this bird gave us comfort. Because it survived in this creepy place. So. We could too.
So we started walking.
And eventually came into this clearing....multiple clearings.
Where there was a village full of people.
We ended up at like a....bus stop place. Where there were lots of maps and packets and such.
We were there to fill out information.
Probably in a process like the one immigrants have to go through to get to America.
It was a thick stack of pinkish/orange papers about...an inch thick.
And we had gathered a bunch of them.
But my family didn't end up filling them out because we...didn't like the place.
But we couldn't go back to the logging road we'd come to the village on.
Because the map showed that that part of the island belonged to this particular tribe.
"One Harvesters" or something like that.
The map showed the island and spots that were taken by different groups. And areas that hadn't been explored...mostly because they were really dangerous and such.
So we ended up staying in the clearing...
In what was like a haunted type house.
And then things started going weird.
The next day I got up.
And went outside.
Only to be attacked...by flying balls of mud...the largest being about the size of a marble.
And wherever the mudballs started touching my shirt.
That area of my skin started burning.
So I had to quickly take off my shirt or risk being burned.
It was strange...the mud didn't really attack you if you weren't wearing a shirt. But it did if you were.
The dream switched at this point to more of a third person point of view.
I had three main characters.
There was a little girl between 2-6 years old. she had blonde hair in pigtails. And really had a knack for picking up the strange customs of the city.
Then there was an older girl 10-16 years old. With black hair. She looked alot like Selena Gomez from Wizards of Waverly Place.
And there was the oldest boy. 12-18 years old. He reminded me alot of Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender in personality.
The three of them were all siblings.
-Ages kept changing depending on my brain. At first they were all pretty young, but they got older the longer I dreamt...except the girl stayed about the same age the whole time.
Anyway....The youngest girl was quick to pick up the customs like I said before. Selena and Sokka (ill just call them that for now.) Weren't so quick to pick up on it. Mostly because they didn't want to.
But at one point....Selena was in area nearby the village.
-The village looked like a rainforest village. Grass/bamboo/wood huts for buildings. Similar to a rendezvous setting with a main street and shops and houses along that thoroughfare.
She was washing her black hair...it went below her shoulderblades in length...in a pond surrounded by willow type trees.
And she looked up and across the bridge was a white horse.
As she was watching it the horse...twisted and turned into a giant dancing turkey. (It looked alot like one of those turkey/chickens from the movie -Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs) Before it 'squished' and a copy of Selena was standing there.
My perspective shifted slightly to look at the real selena and i saw her 'change' into the white horse.
Though she didn't realize it right away.
She thought of herself still human, even though I knew she had changed into a horse.
She was sneaking along the bridge following the girl that looked exactly like her.
-lol it was funny to see her try and hide, because she thought she was covered....but she wasn't because she was now a white horse.
But eventually she figured out that she became the horse...I just didn't see it.
We skip to a brief ceremony where my parents.
Looking like young kids.
(Everyone went through a 'we're young!' stage. It was like everyone on the island was growing younger. -Like that one book....I don't remember the name where a girl dies and goes to 'heaven' and in 'heaven' you grow younger from the age you died at until you're a baby again and sent down to earth to have another life.
The same concept happened her. )
-My brain was arguing with myself on if that would happen. Some people would grow younger, while others wouldn't-
But my parents decided that they wanted to get married again.
So we had a ring ceremony outside on a swing set.
Where it was first my parents exchanging rings.
then the film scrolled down to the right and showed the little girl, selena, and then Sokka also putting on rings as part of the wedding ceremony.
(I skipped to the ending in my dream...where everyone is happy and knows their place...and then I went back to when Sokka and Selena were still being rebellious)
There was a scene soon after with all of us in a church chapel type place...very fancy with colored windows.
and the white horse coming in and attacking Selena.
-selena attacking her copy cat.-
She ended up becoming herself at the end of that.
It was during this part...where there was a Selena copy wandering around....when Sokka started becoming weirded out by his sister. After Selena hadn't believed in any of the traditions of the people here.
And all of a sudden she was following the traditions.
There was one where the little girl and I had been on a stairwell inside a tree...where we were staying. It was dark, but the little girl was petting a kitten. It was cute and small black and white. And she wanted me to pet it too as part of one of the costumes.
Sokka didn't want to pet the cat though. He petted it, then thought it was a stupid idea and stopped doing it and went up to the entrance of the stairway.
(Sokka went through many scenes where he'd step outside wearing a shirt..and had to end up dashing to cover or tearing off his shirt. There was one where he turned a corner and flattened himself between two very thin walls so the mud balls couldn't get at him.)
People thought he was either very brave...or very stupid. lol.
Anywho selena was at the top of the staircase. and suddenly Sokka had my school backpack on his shoulders...it was very heavy. -an Army looking backpack And we were in my home kitchen.
(Okay, I'll admit I was mostly looking from Sokka's point of view. But I had my moments with Selena as well.)
I was following Selena to the entrance of the house.
When she opened up the cupboard where we usually store the vases and phone books and recipe books and went through it appearing on the otherside of the counter from the door...that usually held the plastic cups next to the sink but not under the sink.
She wanted me to follow her....
And I started to...
Then I realized.
I have this really big back pack on my shoulders and I can't really squeeze through...so why would I follow that stupid tradition.
So I just went the usual way. Between the counter and the refrigerator...where there was an actual walkway.
Selena was mad at me for not following that village tradition.
And i couldn't understand why. After all. I had the heavy backpack on! It wouldn't have fit.
And she was like "Something bad is going to happen."
By this point we'd reached the front door.
And I open it.
And there is this tall blonde crazy lady...with dark pants and a...red shirt...like a belly tank top shirt...she looked like an actress I recognized...but I don't know her name. Standing there with this huge smile on her face.
It was one of those moments where you slam the door shut in terror...then open it again really slow to let her talk at us.
She gave us a message.
and sokka didn't believe it.
I think it was a message about finding love or something. Finding yourself. Believing in the traditions of the village...it was a message that put Sokka's back up. He was like "I don't need that!"
And the woman was like. "Oh yah? What do you have that replaces it?"
And I started pulling out a multiple array of different rock massage wands...most of them a shade of orange/brown. Saying that these were what replaced it.
And the lady kept shaking her head at me. Saying "That's not the real reason. That's not the real reason."
Finally sokka through up his hands in frustration and shouted something along the lines of "I'm afraid alright! Terrified!" something like that...where he admitted to himself and to her what he'd been running from.
It had something to do with trying to win over his crush...but he was failing...or trying to find his true love or something.
So he ends up stomping away from the woman in anger and despair.
And...we come back to Sokka....walking out of the house a while later. (Doing a shirt-mudballs attack scene) But he wanders the village.
and sees these guys making these words on the other end.
Sokka gets really excited about this, thinking along the lines that learning how to sword fight would help him with his problem.
There was a group of ...four to five guys. teenagers and an old master (similar looking to the sword master Sokka from Avatar encounters when he wants to learn how to fight) and they're forging swords on a wooden table. Sparks and fire are flying everywhere as they hammer the swords in to shape.
But when they're done with the...five...five swords they just lay them on the table. And they look like fancily carved wooden swords -the blades had different cuts/notches/lengths/widths/designs on them.
Not metal at all, like Sokka had thought before.
and then the all started walking away from the table.
So sokka...wanting to help out...started gathering the swords to carry them for the others.
But the master turned around and gave a look...where Sokka knew he'd done something wrong.
So he put the swords back the way he saw them on the table.
And started walking away back to the other side of town where his house was.
Then the group of teenager boys (18-20) called out to him.
That he couldn't just move past the tree
(There was a big tree before the wooden table)
And not pay up or tell them what he needed them to do.
Because these were those "One harvester" people mentioned at the beginning of the dream.
Basically...they will cut down your crops for you with their special swords, for a price.
And they take offense...to having people who don't need help 'accidently' crossing their lines.
So they wanted me to tell them what I wanted them to do and they were getting all offended that I wasn't telling them anything.
I was trying to defend myself by telling them I wasn't aware of any group boundaries within the village.
They told me there were. That past the tree was theirs.
And I was like "Well the restaurant on the other side of the village isn't like that"
And they were like "yes it is."
It skips again to Sokka waking up...
and having wings. White wings.
He panics and tries to pull them out.
-It doesn't works.
But basically is the "Savior" of the village.
He's the one they've been waiting for to help everyone escape this horrible island...with all its strange customs.
Selena as the white horse was Sokka's mighty stead, and he gets a sword to fight in a battle...against the island to help free everyone that's prisoner there.
And sokka is envisioning somehow getting back onto another passing cruise liner ship when another one comes by again...
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...
And I became myself again.
Heh. :) wow, that was a long dream to write down ^^;;
You just read A Six Page Dream :D
Okay...just made the font bigger...so its an Eleven Page Dream. ^^;
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
I woke up not feeling top notch. It wasn't blue, or green...more of a red feelings.
But I thought that I could make it through church today with the help of Advil and distractions.
But in the middle of the second hour block of church.
I really wasn't feeling too hot.
The pain...similar to the headaches I get in the middle of the night that keep me up for a while because they are so painful. Painful enough that I start debating with myself which classes I could skip tomorrow, probably all of them because the pain is bad enough.
Well...a similar pain to that...was hitting me. Where I'd be fine for five minutes but then would spend fifteen minutes in pain before getting five minutes of relief.
I started then in Sunday School. Debating with myself if I could make it all three hours, or just skip out now and go home where I could lie down.
I got up at one point to get some water and to take more Advil.
but oh man. Time really really slowed up after the first hour block was over.
It seemed like i was in Sunday school for two hours instead of just one.
I half wondered if my watch was running really slow.
But no...it was going the same pace as all the other clocks.....really slow.
I forced myself to endure Sunday school however.
Mostly by trying to focus on the dream I had last night (following this part of my post) because I think it will make an excellent plotline for a book in the future. :)
Or just riding the waves of pain.
I basically started telling myself. "I just need to survive until I can take the sacrament. That's all, once I take the sacrament I will go home and lie down."
lol...though when the pain started fading I would switch to "Oh yah, I can make it to the end of the third hour no problem. :) I can do this I can do this I can't...do this..." When the pain started returning.
So I was stubborn enough to endure the pain until after the sacrament. But I looked at the clock and saw that we nearly had an hour left to go....and I was like "The last hour took forever and a day." So as soon as the sacrament part of the meeting was over...I was out of the chapel like a rock from the slingshot. And headed home.
So I can be stubborn...up to a point. :)
I was just really glad that I was able to endure for most of church. :)
Do you ever end up doing a compromise system with yourself??
Where you tell yourself "Okay I will do this until this point, then I can reward myself, or do something else, etc."
Its funny.
For me I compromise with myself all day. When I finish this, then i can do this fun thing for this amount of time before I go do another not fun thing.
The length, time, how much I need to do. Will vary however depending on other variables I encounter.
Sometimes I'm able to keep to my compromise.
Most of the time I compromise myself into a different direction.
Headaches I usually tell myself "Oh I can skip such and such classes" even though i have no intention to do so because I know the headache will fade by the time I actually have to go to school. :) lol.
Still I wonder...If I wasn't stubborn at the right moment. Or more stubborn at others....what would have I finished by the end of the day that I wouldn't have otherwise?
Methinks I would get a lot more homework done myself lol :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
We were on a ship.
But we weren't really there willingly.
It was like a luxury cruise slave ship.
But the captain had gathered all of us slaves together on the deck.
And said that we would be passing by an island.
Where we could 'jump off' ship and swim there.
And he wouldn't stop us.
The catch was....it was a jungily/mossy/very green island...filled with mist....and if you
went on the island...you weren't likely going to get back off.
Because it was rumored to be haunted.
But the choice was ours to make, stay on the ship and go to a destination we wouldn't like.
Or jump ship and try to get off the island.
Another slight catch to getting onto this island is that you could only get on it as the
ship was passing by in a North-NorthEast direction. It was only from that side you could access the island.
Any other side...and well... you wouldn't get onto the island.
So me, my family, and a few others made the choice to jump ship.
We climbed down a little ways off the big cruise liner
And the just jumped as we passed by the misty green island on the North-Northeast side.
(The captain had yelled at us to hurry because our time was passing by quickly.)
So we jumped.
And made it to the island.
It was very...jungily. Dense and full of plants. And misty. It was hard to see.
But the water where we landed...wasn't that deep.
The vegetation was growing right into the water.
So it was hard to see the ground right away.
But we all made it onto this...logging path. It was about the width of a car and was a dirt road.
And we huddled there for a moment on this dirt road, in the misty forest. Looking about.
And I spotted what looked to be a black umbrella caught in a tree. (It was right side up, you couldn't see the handle)
But we were all amazed to see this umbrella...because it was actually a really rare bird that we hadn't seen in a looonnng time. And the sight of this bird gave us comfort. Because it survived in this creepy place. So. We could too.
So we started walking.
And eventually came into this clearing....multiple clearings.
Where there was a village full of people.
We ended up at like a....bus stop place. Where there were lots of maps and packets and such.
We were there to fill out information.
Probably in a process like the one immigrants have to go through to get to America.
It was a thick stack of pinkish/orange papers about...an inch thick.
And we had gathered a bunch of them.
But my family didn't end up filling them out because we...didn't like the place.
But we couldn't go back to the logging road we'd come to the village on.
Because the map showed that that part of the island belonged to this particular tribe.
"One Harvesters" or something like that.
The map showed the island and spots that were taken by different groups. And areas that hadn't been explored...mostly because they were really dangerous and such.
So we ended up staying in the clearing...
In what was like a haunted type house.
And then things started going weird.
The next day I got up.
And went outside.
Only to be attacked...by flying balls of mud...the largest being about the size of a marble.
And wherever the mudballs started touching my shirt.
That area of my skin started burning.
So I had to quickly take off my shirt or risk being burned.
It was strange...the mud didn't really attack you if you weren't wearing a shirt. But it did if you were.
The dream switched at this point to more of a third person point of view.
I had three main characters.
There was a little girl between 2-6 years old. she had blonde hair in pigtails. And really had a knack for picking up the strange customs of the city.
Then there was an older girl 10-16 years old. With black hair. She looked alot like Selena Gomez from Wizards of Waverly Place.
And there was the oldest boy. 12-18 years old. He reminded me alot of Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender in personality.
The three of them were all siblings.
-Ages kept changing depending on my brain. At first they were all pretty young, but they got older the longer I dreamt...except the girl stayed about the same age the whole time.
Anyway....The youngest girl was quick to pick up the customs like I said before. Selena and Sokka (ill just call them that for now.) Weren't so quick to pick up on it. Mostly because they didn't want to.
But at one point....Selena was in area nearby the village.
-The village looked like a rainforest village. Grass/bamboo/wood huts for buildings. Similar to a rendezvous setting with a main street and shops and houses along that thoroughfare.
She was washing her black hair...it went below her shoulderblades in length...in a pond surrounded by willow type trees.
And she looked up and across the bridge was a white horse.
As she was watching it the horse...twisted and turned into a giant dancing turkey. (It looked alot like one of those turkey/chickens from the movie -Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs) Before it 'squished' and a copy of Selena was standing there.
My perspective shifted slightly to look at the real selena and i saw her 'change' into the white horse.
Though she didn't realize it right away.
She thought of herself still human, even though I knew she had changed into a horse.
She was sneaking along the bridge following the girl that looked exactly like her.
-lol it was funny to see her try and hide, because she thought she was covered....but she wasn't because she was now a white horse.
But eventually she figured out that she became the horse...I just didn't see it.
We skip to a brief ceremony where my parents.
Looking like young kids.
(Everyone went through a 'we're young!' stage. It was like everyone on the island was growing younger. -Like that one book....I don't remember the name where a girl dies and goes to 'heaven' and in 'heaven' you grow younger from the age you died at until you're a baby again and sent down to earth to have another life.
The same concept happened her. )
-My brain was arguing with myself on if that would happen. Some people would grow younger, while others wouldn't-
But my parents decided that they wanted to get married again.
So we had a ring ceremony outside on a swing set.
Where it was first my parents exchanging rings.
then the film scrolled down to the right and showed the little girl, selena, and then Sokka also putting on rings as part of the wedding ceremony.
(I skipped to the ending in my dream...where everyone is happy and knows their place...and then I went back to when Sokka and Selena were still being rebellious)
There was a scene soon after with all of us in a church chapel type place...very fancy with colored windows.
and the white horse coming in and attacking Selena.
-selena attacking her copy cat.-
She ended up becoming herself at the end of that.
It was during this part...where there was a Selena copy wandering around....when Sokka started becoming weirded out by his sister. After Selena hadn't believed in any of the traditions of the people here.
And all of a sudden she was following the traditions.
There was one where the little girl and I had been on a stairwell inside a tree...where we were staying. It was dark, but the little girl was petting a kitten. It was cute and small black and white. And she wanted me to pet it too as part of one of the costumes.
Sokka didn't want to pet the cat though. He petted it, then thought it was a stupid idea and stopped doing it and went up to the entrance of the stairway.
(Sokka went through many scenes where he'd step outside wearing a shirt..and had to end up dashing to cover or tearing off his shirt. There was one where he turned a corner and flattened himself between two very thin walls so the mud balls couldn't get at him.)
People thought he was either very brave...or very stupid. lol.
Anywho selena was at the top of the staircase. and suddenly Sokka had my school backpack on his shoulders...it was very heavy. -an Army looking backpack And we were in my home kitchen.
(Okay, I'll admit I was mostly looking from Sokka's point of view. But I had my moments with Selena as well.)
I was following Selena to the entrance of the house.
When she opened up the cupboard where we usually store the vases and phone books and recipe books and went through it appearing on the otherside of the counter from the door...that usually held the plastic cups next to the sink but not under the sink.
She wanted me to follow her....
And I started to...
Then I realized.
I have this really big back pack on my shoulders and I can't really squeeze through...so why would I follow that stupid tradition.
So I just went the usual way. Between the counter and the refrigerator...where there was an actual walkway.
Selena was mad at me for not following that village tradition.
And i couldn't understand why. After all. I had the heavy backpack on! It wouldn't have fit.
And she was like "Something bad is going to happen."
By this point we'd reached the front door.
And I open it.
And there is this tall blonde crazy lady...with dark pants and a...red shirt...like a belly tank top shirt...she looked like an actress I recognized...but I don't know her name. Standing there with this huge smile on her face.
It was one of those moments where you slam the door shut in terror...then open it again really slow to let her talk at us.
She gave us a message.
and sokka didn't believe it.
I think it was a message about finding love or something. Finding yourself. Believing in the traditions of the village...it was a message that put Sokka's back up. He was like "I don't need that!"
And the woman was like. "Oh yah? What do you have that replaces it?"
And I started pulling out a multiple array of different rock massage wands...most of them a shade of orange/brown. Saying that these were what replaced it.
And the lady kept shaking her head at me. Saying "That's not the real reason. That's not the real reason."
Finally sokka through up his hands in frustration and shouted something along the lines of "I'm afraid alright! Terrified!" something like that...where he admitted to himself and to her what he'd been running from.
It had something to do with trying to win over his crush...but he was failing...or trying to find his true love or something.
So he ends up stomping away from the woman in anger and despair.
And...we come back to Sokka....walking out of the house a while later. (Doing a shirt-mudballs attack scene) But he wanders the village.
and sees these guys making these words on the other end.
Sokka gets really excited about this, thinking along the lines that learning how to sword fight would help him with his problem.
There was a group of ...four to five guys. teenagers and an old master (similar looking to the sword master Sokka from Avatar encounters when he wants to learn how to fight) and they're forging swords on a wooden table. Sparks and fire are flying everywhere as they hammer the swords in to shape.
But when they're done with the...five...five swords they just lay them on the table. And they look like fancily carved wooden swords -the blades had different cuts/notches/lengths/widths/designs on them.
Not metal at all, like Sokka had thought before.
and then the all started walking away from the table.
So sokka...wanting to help out...started gathering the swords to carry them for the others.
But the master turned around and gave a look...where Sokka knew he'd done something wrong.
So he put the swords back the way he saw them on the table.
And started walking away back to the other side of town where his house was.
Then the group of teenager boys (18-20) called out to him.
That he couldn't just move past the tree
(There was a big tree before the wooden table)
And not pay up or tell them what he needed them to do.
Because these were those "One harvester" people mentioned at the beginning of the dream.
Basically...they will cut down your crops for you with their special swords, for a price.
And they take offense...to having people who don't need help 'accidently' crossing their lines.
So they wanted me to tell them what I wanted them to do and they were getting all offended that I wasn't telling them anything.
I was trying to defend myself by telling them I wasn't aware of any group boundaries within the village.
They told me there were. That past the tree was theirs.
And I was like "Well the restaurant on the other side of the village isn't like that"
And they were like "yes it is."
It skips again to Sokka waking up...
and having wings. White wings.
He panics and tries to pull them out.
-It doesn't works.
But basically is the "Savior" of the village.
He's the one they've been waiting for to help everyone escape this horrible island...with all its strange customs.
Selena as the white horse was Sokka's mighty stead, and he gets a sword to fight in a battle...against the island to help free everyone that's prisoner there.
And sokka is envisioning somehow getting back onto another passing cruise liner ship when another one comes by again...
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...
And I became myself again.
Heh. :) wow, that was a long dream to write down ^^;;
You just read A Six Page Dream :D
Okay...just made the font bigger...so its an Eleven Page Dream. ^^;
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Backwards Tripping
My sister and I were bringing a rocker chair into our place. Which meant that we had to move it from the car, and up the stairs to our room.
We got it out of the car alright.
It was going inside the building where things went a little skiwampus.
I had been walking backwards holding a part of the rocker chair.
-Never a good idea to walk backwards and get distracted
As I was walking backwards, I happened to look to my left and notice...
The concrete...log...thing that are used to mark the front of the car stalls.
I was like. Huh there's that concrete barrier...wait I'm walking backwards...
That means--
*WAM*
Yep...I tripped over the concrete barrier behind me. Heh ^^;;;
And ended up on the ground.
Laughing at myself. :)
*lightbulb moment* Ohhh! That's why my leg hurts today...I get it ^^
I have alot of those moments where I have a quick two seconds to think "Something's not right" before that something grabs my attention in a forceful way.
Note to self: Watch where I'm going when I'm walking backwards.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Megamind was fighting some invading aliens.
They were like jellyfish/robobots -similar to the ones from the Megamind movie.
They all were pink tinged and most of them were pretty small. The "heads" could fit into the palm of your hand. And the jelly fish were the cases for the actual creatures inside.
But Megamind only saw inside the 'last' one he destroyed.
(He was fighting them in the city and smashing them to bits)
And finally there was one creature left.
And he cracked it open. To see a mini jabba the hut type creature.
That split into three.
And then it seemed like the war wasn't won...but just getting started.
Megamind saw all these different ships that were like rockets, but in the jellyfish shape.
Shooting off from underground chambers into space.
so he did what anyone else would do.
He followed them into space with his handy dandy jet pack.
-He cornered the last 'little bot" on the moon.
And ended up getting captured himself.
and taken the the jelly people's home planet.
Where there were bigger creatures.
(Picture the green woman in charge of space from lilo and stitch)
And in the midst of this.
Megamind saw a small blue glowing light.
And he knew that it represented his heart.
And he didn't like it.
He hid it in an 'easter egg' type shell like the jellyfish robots but smaller.
And he was terrified that the aliens would find it.
But somehow...in the midst of being captured.
Megamind ended up forming an alliance with the aliens.
In so much that there was a program going on where 'families'
disguised to look like regular humans were going to earth to live.
Megamind was part of all the pictures and such.
but his overall goal was just to get back to earth.
He didn't care about any of the aliens and actually wanted them to be destroyed still.
And in the final scene.
Megamind...was lying on a table with the blue light slowly being forced towards his chest.
And him trying to escape the light because he didn't want to be good.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...
and I became myself again.
And that
Is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
*Note post was delayed due to Internet issues. Written on March 27th 7:03pm
We got it out of the car alright.
It was going inside the building where things went a little skiwampus.
I had been walking backwards holding a part of the rocker chair.
-Never a good idea to walk backwards and get distracted
As I was walking backwards, I happened to look to my left and notice...
The concrete...log...thing that are used to mark the front of the car stalls.
I was like. Huh there's that concrete barrier...wait I'm walking backwards...
That means--
*WAM*
Yep...I tripped over the concrete barrier behind me. Heh ^^;;;
And ended up on the ground.
Laughing at myself. :)
*lightbulb moment* Ohhh! That's why my leg hurts today...I get it ^^
I have alot of those moments where I have a quick two seconds to think "Something's not right" before that something grabs my attention in a forceful way.
Note to self: Watch where I'm going when I'm walking backwards.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Megamind was fighting some invading aliens.
They were like jellyfish/robobots -similar to the ones from the Megamind movie.
They all were pink tinged and most of them were pretty small. The "heads" could fit into the palm of your hand. And the jelly fish were the cases for the actual creatures inside.
But Megamind only saw inside the 'last' one he destroyed.
(He was fighting them in the city and smashing them to bits)
And finally there was one creature left.
And he cracked it open. To see a mini jabba the hut type creature.
That split into three.
And then it seemed like the war wasn't won...but just getting started.
Megamind saw all these different ships that were like rockets, but in the jellyfish shape.
Shooting off from underground chambers into space.
so he did what anyone else would do.
He followed them into space with his handy dandy jet pack.
-He cornered the last 'little bot" on the moon.
And ended up getting captured himself.
and taken the the jelly people's home planet.
Where there were bigger creatures.
(Picture the green woman in charge of space from lilo and stitch)
And in the midst of this.
Megamind saw a small blue glowing light.
And he knew that it represented his heart.
And he didn't like it.
He hid it in an 'easter egg' type shell like the jellyfish robots but smaller.
And he was terrified that the aliens would find it.
But somehow...in the midst of being captured.
Megamind ended up forming an alliance with the aliens.
In so much that there was a program going on where 'families'
disguised to look like regular humans were going to earth to live.
Megamind was part of all the pictures and such.
but his overall goal was just to get back to earth.
He didn't care about any of the aliens and actually wanted them to be destroyed still.
And in the final scene.
Megamind...was lying on a table with the blue light slowly being forced towards his chest.
And him trying to escape the light because he didn't want to be good.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...
and I became myself again.
And that
Is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
*Note post was delayed due to Internet issues. Written on March 27th 7:03pm
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Friend Visit
The Dream
I was going out on a date with my boyfriend.
We'd walked out of the building and were heading to the car to leave.
When my high school friends Je, Te, Ta. pulled up in their car.
Now I was surprised to see them. and happy....but also...torn.
Because I wanted to say hi and chat because they'd come a long way to see me.
But I was heading out on a date! I wanted to do that as well.
However, they looked very serious and told me to get in their car.
So I went along with it and slid in the back of the red car
One of them was sitting next to me while the other two friends were in the front.
I sat in the middle. Which was awkward, the ceiling was weird, low, so I had to twist my head to avoid hitting it. I turned to my boyfriend to gesture him inside the car.
But he refused, instead getting into the passenger side of my car.
And I think he was meaning to follow us...
Anyway me and my friends went driving.
And I was like....Whats up guys?
And one of the girls turned to me and said.
"Izzy's dead."
Now a variety of emotions went through me ranging from utmost sadness....to disbelief.
"izzy? No, you're kidding right? She can't be dead" was my basic response.
But the friend responded "She was checked into the hospital this morning (she said an acronym I wasn't familiar with denoting which part of the hospital she'd been in.), but she's gone now."
I was still in disbelief trying to decide if they were actually serious or not.
I mean they could have texted or called me and not driven all the way down here to tell me that.
But I knew that Izzy had been in and out of the hospital before.
could this have been the final straw basically?
So i asked what happened.
and the girlfriend started explaining that Izzy's body had been discovered on a conveyor belt in a junkyard about to be smashed. And that they weren't sure who had done it and such.
At some point we'd gotten out of the car and were in a house type area.
And from out of no where a man with black hair and a white mask....that was a combination of mask and paint appeared.
At first I thought he might be an earlier boyfriend of mine T.C.
But as I looked...I began thinking it was my current boyfriend.
So it had actually been a trick after all.
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away
and I became myself again.
And that
Is why the fox never came home.
-S.N.D
I started with a dream I had today when I came home and took a nap.
Because the events afterwards were kind of....coincidental.
And I'm wondering if there is a meaning in what I 'saw'
After I woke up from this dream and nap.
I was....alone at my place.
Everyone else having left to be elsewhere.
So it was rather creepy. To have woken up from a dream of death and a guy in a mask...possibly after me.
And be alone.
I half expected to wake up to somebody in my room
Anywho.
I went out into my living room and turned on the tv just to get some noise on.
And the show currently being aired.
Was about a girl.
Who had been found unconscious and badly hurt in the middle of the road really early in the morning.
And when she woke up....she couldn't remember the events leading up to her ending up in the middle of the road.
And the show was about them trying to figure out what had actually happened.
It was....rather creepy in a fascinating way how it seemed to be connected somehow.
That I hope it was just a coincidence.
But I have to wonder why I dreamt that in the first place...
Anywho that was a moment of....slight scaredycattedness in my day. :)
Which I can kinda trace to a cause.
Those three friends came to visit me a week or so ago during spring break.
But we didn't have alot of time to hang out because I had a date with my boyfriend an hour after they showed up.
They had mentioned that they would most likely be coming down Sunday for a longer visit.
but on Sunday I was told that they wouldn't be coming down.
It wasn't totally unexpected, but I had had high hopes.
So I asked why they weren't coming down.
And.....didn't get a response back.
so my immediate thought (that I discarded right away as silly)
was that someone had gotten hurt or been found dead that I knew and they were all mourning.
I knew it was a silly thought. I figured other things had come up.
But apparently....that thought has been bugging my subconscious mind long enough for me to dream about it.
Its interesting what things seem to bug us subconsciously or we worry to pieces even when there is no real just cause.
I think that this dream piece was a: "I want my friends to come visit me for the day, but I don't think it will happen until something drastic happens." Dream. But I was actually wanting them to make it into a big joke. And that they just came down to have fun. :)
Hopefully, whatever the case, that part of my brain found a solution to its problem before I woke up. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I was going out on a date with my boyfriend.
We'd walked out of the building and were heading to the car to leave.
When my high school friends Je, Te, Ta. pulled up in their car.
Now I was surprised to see them. and happy....but also...torn.
Because I wanted to say hi and chat because they'd come a long way to see me.
But I was heading out on a date! I wanted to do that as well.
However, they looked very serious and told me to get in their car.
So I went along with it and slid in the back of the red car
One of them was sitting next to me while the other two friends were in the front.
I sat in the middle. Which was awkward, the ceiling was weird, low, so I had to twist my head to avoid hitting it. I turned to my boyfriend to gesture him inside the car.
But he refused, instead getting into the passenger side of my car.
And I think he was meaning to follow us...
Anyway me and my friends went driving.
And I was like....Whats up guys?
And one of the girls turned to me and said.
"Izzy's dead."
Now a variety of emotions went through me ranging from utmost sadness....to disbelief.
"izzy? No, you're kidding right? She can't be dead" was my basic response.
But the friend responded "She was checked into the hospital this morning (she said an acronym I wasn't familiar with denoting which part of the hospital she'd been in.), but she's gone now."
I was still in disbelief trying to decide if they were actually serious or not.
I mean they could have texted or called me and not driven all the way down here to tell me that.
But I knew that Izzy had been in and out of the hospital before.
could this have been the final straw basically?
So i asked what happened.
and the girlfriend started explaining that Izzy's body had been discovered on a conveyor belt in a junkyard about to be smashed. And that they weren't sure who had done it and such.
At some point we'd gotten out of the car and were in a house type area.
And from out of no where a man with black hair and a white mask....that was a combination of mask and paint appeared.
At first I thought he might be an earlier boyfriend of mine T.C.
But as I looked...I began thinking it was my current boyfriend.
So it had actually been a trick after all.
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away
and I became myself again.
And that
Is why the fox never came home.
-S.N.D
I started with a dream I had today when I came home and took a nap.
Because the events afterwards were kind of....coincidental.
And I'm wondering if there is a meaning in what I 'saw'
After I woke up from this dream and nap.
I was....alone at my place.
Everyone else having left to be elsewhere.
So it was rather creepy. To have woken up from a dream of death and a guy in a mask...possibly after me.
And be alone.
I half expected to wake up to somebody in my room
Anywho.
I went out into my living room and turned on the tv just to get some noise on.
And the show currently being aired.
Was about a girl.
Who had been found unconscious and badly hurt in the middle of the road really early in the morning.
And when she woke up....she couldn't remember the events leading up to her ending up in the middle of the road.
And the show was about them trying to figure out what had actually happened.
It was....rather creepy in a fascinating way how it seemed to be connected somehow.
That I hope it was just a coincidence.
But I have to wonder why I dreamt that in the first place...
Anywho that was a moment of....slight scaredycattedness in my day. :)
Which I can kinda trace to a cause.
Those three friends came to visit me a week or so ago during spring break.
But we didn't have alot of time to hang out because I had a date with my boyfriend an hour after they showed up.
They had mentioned that they would most likely be coming down Sunday for a longer visit.
but on Sunday I was told that they wouldn't be coming down.
It wasn't totally unexpected, but I had had high hopes.
So I asked why they weren't coming down.
And.....didn't get a response back.
so my immediate thought (that I discarded right away as silly)
was that someone had gotten hurt or been found dead that I knew and they were all mourning.
I knew it was a silly thought. I figured other things had come up.
But apparently....that thought has been bugging my subconscious mind long enough for me to dream about it.
Its interesting what things seem to bug us subconsciously or we worry to pieces even when there is no real just cause.
I think that this dream piece was a: "I want my friends to come visit me for the day, but I don't think it will happen until something drastic happens." Dream. But I was actually wanting them to make it into a big joke. And that they just came down to have fun. :)
Hopefully, whatever the case, that part of my brain found a solution to its problem before I woke up. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Vocal Gratitude
Its easy to be nice in your thoughts.
But when it comes to saying those nice thoughts aloud....
It suddenly becomes more difficult.
And Awkward and then Regretful.
I was walking out from my dance class this morning.
And saw a bunch of the 'jaintors' of the school. Nearby.
I had known they were in the area earlier because the bathrooms were being cleaned.
But now. There were four guys in sight.
Three of them appeared to just be standing around and doing nothing but chatting.
The fourth though. Was still industriously working away cleaning one of the drinking fountains.
And I had the thought come to my mind.
"You should go tell him that you appreciate the work he's doing."
After all...he did kinda look downcast.
Probably annoyed that he was still working while the other three were lazing about.
(I know I would be if our roles were switched)
However...I didn't do anything.
Y_Y
I just walked on by.
Because I couldn't be late for class.
(I get out late and its a five-seven minute walk to my next class)
But now....I regret it.
What if just saying those simple words "I appreciate what you're doing. It looks good."
Had been an answer to his prayers.
What if they had really been needed?
I had the chance to be the Lord's tool....
And what did I do?
Ignore it for the world.
For school.
For paranoia about being late to class.
Its not like thirty seconds would have made a difference.
*sighs*
I walked away feeling bad.
And I basically just said a prayer in my heart that went along the lines of
"Please bless him with a sense of comfort, that he might have a brighter day."
Yah...after I had automatically said that..
I felt rather hypocritical.
After all...perhaps I was the one who was supposed to have brightened the guys day.
Basically i had just said. "I didn't want to do that right, please bless him that someone else that isn't me will cheer him up somehow. Because you know. I didn't want it to be me."
After all.
Its rather easy to think good thoughts.
And its almost as easy to do service.
But is it easy to vocalize something?
No.
I really don't think it is.
After all....we have an image we want to upkeep right?
And what if some...somewhat sappy johnny do good words....ruined that image?
The response should be
"I don't care what the world thinks! I'll go ahead and do it anyway!"
Yah....I think image is more important to us then that.
We can't just toss it away.
But is it really tossing it away to compliment another sincerely on something besides "I like that shirt."
Its not bad to compliment somebody on a job well done.
Yet...I didn't want to be the one to do it.
I'm not that loud of a speaker. I don't really project my voice so it doesn't carry.
So its not pride then.
Its fear.
Fear of looking stupid.
Of saying something and not getting a response back.
Of looking like I was talking to the air.
Though If nobody was around me....they probably wouldn't have heard me anyway.
*shakes head*
I need to get better at complimenting people. Of telling them they're doing a job. Of noticing when a person is looking down and taking the time to actually be concerned about them and not ask them in a passing fashion as I'm on my way to class. "Hey are you alright? Okay good."
I know myself when I've been down that I will lie through my teeth the first two times you ask me if I'm alright. Because I don't want to be a bother. An annoyance. A whinny voice.
But if they ask the third time...Perhaps I would actually open up and tell them, and accept their help.
Why? Because they showed me that they cared enough to ask me three times.
Do unto others as you wish others to do unto you.
And be brave.
Speak the words that might sound silly to you.
They might sound encouraging to another.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was trying on costumes and going through different clothes when I encountered a bunch of my mother's shirts and skirts. They had apparently all been dirtied by something spilling on them (soda perhaps)
And then there was this guy kneeling on the sand next to this river with traveler's pack filled to the brim with shiny diamonds.
Across the stream from him was his 'Opponent.' who had just beaten the last guy to face him.
Because it was a tournament of some sort.
And the dude....a king....was basically just kneeling there singing about how he didn't really want to fight. Or that the guys defeat would be easy. And then I realized.
He was singing the words to a song.
The song playing on my radio.
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D.
But when it comes to saying those nice thoughts aloud....
It suddenly becomes more difficult.
And Awkward and then Regretful.
I was walking out from my dance class this morning.
And saw a bunch of the 'jaintors' of the school. Nearby.
I had known they were in the area earlier because the bathrooms were being cleaned.
But now. There were four guys in sight.
Three of them appeared to just be standing around and doing nothing but chatting.
The fourth though. Was still industriously working away cleaning one of the drinking fountains.
And I had the thought come to my mind.
"You should go tell him that you appreciate the work he's doing."
After all...he did kinda look downcast.
Probably annoyed that he was still working while the other three were lazing about.
(I know I would be if our roles were switched)
However...I didn't do anything.
Y_Y
I just walked on by.
Because I couldn't be late for class.
(I get out late and its a five-seven minute walk to my next class)
But now....I regret it.
What if just saying those simple words "I appreciate what you're doing. It looks good."
Had been an answer to his prayers.
What if they had really been needed?
I had the chance to be the Lord's tool....
And what did I do?
Ignore it for the world.
For school.
For paranoia about being late to class.
Its not like thirty seconds would have made a difference.
*sighs*
I walked away feeling bad.
And I basically just said a prayer in my heart that went along the lines of
"Please bless him with a sense of comfort, that he might have a brighter day."
Yah...after I had automatically said that..
I felt rather hypocritical.
After all...perhaps I was the one who was supposed to have brightened the guys day.
Basically i had just said. "I didn't want to do that right, please bless him that someone else that isn't me will cheer him up somehow. Because you know. I didn't want it to be me."
After all.
Its rather easy to think good thoughts.
And its almost as easy to do service.
But is it easy to vocalize something?
No.
I really don't think it is.
After all....we have an image we want to upkeep right?
And what if some...somewhat sappy johnny do good words....ruined that image?
The response should be
"I don't care what the world thinks! I'll go ahead and do it anyway!"
Yah....I think image is more important to us then that.
We can't just toss it away.
But is it really tossing it away to compliment another sincerely on something besides "I like that shirt."
Its not bad to compliment somebody on a job well done.
Yet...I didn't want to be the one to do it.
I'm not that loud of a speaker. I don't really project my voice so it doesn't carry.
So its not pride then.
Its fear.
Fear of looking stupid.
Of saying something and not getting a response back.
Of looking like I was talking to the air.
Though If nobody was around me....they probably wouldn't have heard me anyway.
*shakes head*
I need to get better at complimenting people. Of telling them they're doing a job. Of noticing when a person is looking down and taking the time to actually be concerned about them and not ask them in a passing fashion as I'm on my way to class. "Hey are you alright? Okay good."
I know myself when I've been down that I will lie through my teeth the first two times you ask me if I'm alright. Because I don't want to be a bother. An annoyance. A whinny voice.
But if they ask the third time...Perhaps I would actually open up and tell them, and accept their help.
Why? Because they showed me that they cared enough to ask me three times.
Do unto others as you wish others to do unto you.
And be brave.
Speak the words that might sound silly to you.
They might sound encouraging to another.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was trying on costumes and going through different clothes when I encountered a bunch of my mother's shirts and skirts. They had apparently all been dirtied by something spilling on them (soda perhaps)
And then there was this guy kneeling on the sand next to this river with traveler's pack filled to the brim with shiny diamonds.
Across the stream from him was his 'Opponent.' who had just beaten the last guy to face him.
Because it was a tournament of some sort.
And the dude....a king....was basically just kneeling there singing about how he didn't really want to fight. Or that the guys defeat would be easy. And then I realized.
He was singing the words to a song.
The song playing on my radio.
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Service-Oriented
I had an interview yesterday dealing with the Institute committees -they get new co-chairs every year.
I think it went well....the results could go either way...and I'm fine either way.
Anywho at one point during the interview...
We got talking about my classes there at the Institute.
And one of the interviewers -he's one of my institute teachers.
Commented on how I always come to class prepared with a
simplified hymn book.
That way we can sing to the piano and not just accopella. (i have no idea how to spell that word... basically sing without music..)
Now...I can only play like two hymns fully, but I can top hand most of the hymns.
But the teacher commented on how he didn't notice at first that I always had the book of simplified hymns on me, but then he realized that I did.
-I just keep it in my backpack since I have institute classes everyday and odds are the day I don't bring it...I will be asked to play....so I just bring it so I'm prepared.....plus its not that thick so it doesn't weight down my backpack much.
Anywho he thought it was really cool that I came to class prepared to play the piano to sing the song before class really gets started.
And he asked me "How did you become so service-oriented? Is it your parents? You're upbringing? What?"
And....the question basically stumped me.
Why am I so service oriented?
Because I didn't and don't really consider....bringing a hymn book to play as service.
And a multiple of reasons why went through my head as I sat there trying to think of an answer.
The first reason is.....I actually like to play the piano :) lol. I may not know alot of hymns, but I do enjoy just playing the piano and this gives me a reason to put my fingers on the keys and just go....since here in college...I don't really have a piano to play upon....I don't really get to play...so being able to play the piano at the institute is a bonus for me. :) lol. I like playing....even if I'm not that good at it. :)
(Okay...so I can be good...just the singing throws me off...and then I actually have to play to the 'beat'....yah I'm working on bettering myself on that. Sometimes however I just like to play songs fast :D lol luckily I don't really do it for church songs. :) )
Anywho.
My first real thought was: That's just how I am.....I mean....I didn't really wake up one day and decide "Hey! I'm going to focus on giving service today. It seems like I've always....been this way.
So I think in the end it actually does go to how my parents raised me.
Through example and such....my parents taught/showed me that its better to be considerate and respectful of others then it is to just be "Me me me me me" all the time.
Well...actually I still can be "Me Me Me Me"
But not....all the time.
I think we all have those moments.
But usually....I just do service because I think it makes other people's life easier.
Its not a conscious "I'm doing this to get blessings sort of thing."
I just do it basically with the thought of "How can I make them happier, or make them feel welcome" Things like that.
With Piano service...or any institute service I do in general....
I usually do it because I like it. :) lol. I find it fun to do.
So....while it is service....I never really considered it service because I liked to do it.
I don't usually bemoan the fact that I have to help out.
(there are days I do.....but then....usually I'm not enjoying myself.)
Basically I think I'm 'service orientated" for two reasons.
1. I like doing it.
2. Others benefit from it
Its pretty much that simple.
And just a principal I was taught from my youth.
Its more rewarding to do unto others.
Then to always get for yourself.
.....now if only that answer had been so eloquent when i was asked the question yesterday :) lol.
Oh well ^^;;
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Strangely enough....for most of the night it seemed like I was going over Anatomy terms for the heart. I think I had one of those model figures from my Anatomy Lab in my head and I was just staring at it all night long muttering to myself what everything was.... :)
-S.N.D.
I think it went well....the results could go either way...and I'm fine either way.
Anywho at one point during the interview...
We got talking about my classes there at the Institute.
And one of the interviewers -he's one of my institute teachers.
Commented on how I always come to class prepared with a
simplified hymn book.
That way we can sing to the piano and not just accopella. (i have no idea how to spell that word... basically sing without music..)
Now...I can only play like two hymns fully, but I can top hand most of the hymns.
But the teacher commented on how he didn't notice at first that I always had the book of simplified hymns on me, but then he realized that I did.
-I just keep it in my backpack since I have institute classes everyday and odds are the day I don't bring it...I will be asked to play....so I just bring it so I'm prepared.....plus its not that thick so it doesn't weight down my backpack much.
Anywho he thought it was really cool that I came to class prepared to play the piano to sing the song before class really gets started.
And he asked me "How did you become so service-oriented? Is it your parents? You're upbringing? What?"
And....the question basically stumped me.
Why am I so service oriented?
Because I didn't and don't really consider....bringing a hymn book to play as service.
And a multiple of reasons why went through my head as I sat there trying to think of an answer.
The first reason is.....I actually like to play the piano :) lol. I may not know alot of hymns, but I do enjoy just playing the piano and this gives me a reason to put my fingers on the keys and just go....since here in college...I don't really have a piano to play upon....I don't really get to play...so being able to play the piano at the institute is a bonus for me. :) lol. I like playing....even if I'm not that good at it. :)
(Okay...so I can be good...just the singing throws me off...and then I actually have to play to the 'beat'....yah I'm working on bettering myself on that. Sometimes however I just like to play songs fast :D lol luckily I don't really do it for church songs. :) )
Anywho.
My first real thought was: That's just how I am.....I mean....I didn't really wake up one day and decide "Hey! I'm going to focus on giving service today. It seems like I've always....been this way.
So I think in the end it actually does go to how my parents raised me.
Through example and such....my parents taught/showed me that its better to be considerate and respectful of others then it is to just be "Me me me me me" all the time.
Well...actually I still can be "Me Me Me Me"
But not....all the time.
I think we all have those moments.
But usually....I just do service because I think it makes other people's life easier.
Its not a conscious "I'm doing this to get blessings sort of thing."
I just do it basically with the thought of "How can I make them happier, or make them feel welcome" Things like that.
With Piano service...or any institute service I do in general....
I usually do it because I like it. :) lol. I find it fun to do.
So....while it is service....I never really considered it service because I liked to do it.
I don't usually bemoan the fact that I have to help out.
(there are days I do.....but then....usually I'm not enjoying myself.)
Basically I think I'm 'service orientated" for two reasons.
1. I like doing it.
2. Others benefit from it
Its pretty much that simple.
And just a principal I was taught from my youth.
Its more rewarding to do unto others.
Then to always get for yourself.
.....now if only that answer had been so eloquent when i was asked the question yesterday :) lol.
Oh well ^^;;
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Strangely enough....for most of the night it seemed like I was going over Anatomy terms for the heart. I think I had one of those model figures from my Anatomy Lab in my head and I was just staring at it all night long muttering to myself what everything was.... :)
-S.N.D.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Fading Light
Today I was sitting at home in the living room.
And I noticed the room starting to get darker....and darker....and darker as the sun faded behind the mountains.
Its kinda interesting how I didn't really notice the fading light at first.
But then there was a moment where I basically blinked and realized
"Hey its darker in this room!"
Funnily enough...I didn't really do anything about that fact.
The darkness wasn't really bugging me at that moment because I wasn't doing anything that required light.
Still it was interesting me to watch the room get darker and darker
While the more poignant details of the room faded....like colors and patterns.
I could still basically see. There was still light to see by in this darkness.
It just wasn't a noonday brightness.
Then...the lights were turned on.
And wow....that was blinding.
And a great contrast
Between how dark it was before.
And how light the room can be with a light on.
I think....that this sunset....the fading light....might be a pretty good....metaphor
for how we end up on a darker path.
In the beginning those first couple of choices that may not be exactly right...don't seem to change the light any. So you continue to make choices and go down a darker path...without really noticing that the path is getting darker as you go down it.
Now...it might not be that you're actively going down a dark path.
Like I was doing earlier, it could be that you were too lazy to go find the lighter path.
Or the thought that perhaps "Oh I can do that later." keeps you motionless, or moving downward as the darkness deepens.
It seems so simple "Oh this is dark, I need to move to the light."
Yet when the choice is before us...
are we apathetic to that choice?
Do we let Satan lure us down this dark path because we just stay motionless and let events happen around you without trying to influence them?
And if you don't make a choice to go seek the light.
Would you be willing to trust that someone else will turn the 'light' on for you and 'get you on the right path?'
It could be a wakeup call for sure.
But I dont' think its that easy.
When the lights were turned on at my place.
I blinked and had to block my vision for a moment to let my eyes get used to the light. And for a few minutes I wanted the lights off, so i could be in darkness again where my eyes had adjusted to being.
Luckily...the lights weren't turned off again...
because even a brief exposure to the light....can show you how dark it actually it is when they lights are off.
Perhaps that's enough to jumpkick you into gear
That flash of lightning that sends you searching for the Dawn for the fading darkness and increasing light.
Some people can make the jump from Midnight to Noon easily.
But others...we have to take smaller steps.
To move into the light and to move into darkness.
often times we don't consciously realize that we made the choice...but at one point.
We do.
"Hey Its getting darker."
"Hey its getting lighter."
It just matters if we choose to change or not. And Change in the positive light to stay in that light and not let the darkness slowly envelope us in its clutches.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
My sister was being attacked by by mosquito's on top of a building/redstone rock place.
And she really wanted to know why.
And my mom and I decided it was because she had honey on her and the mosquito's were attracted to it.
Then there were these two guys...who were interested in something by us...but I don't remember what. They were cute, but they were 'dark' like they had an alterior motive that wasn't all that good for being up on the roof with us.
There was more to the dream, but after a long day...its faded to that brief remembrance. :)
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D.
And I noticed the room starting to get darker....and darker....and darker as the sun faded behind the mountains.
Its kinda interesting how I didn't really notice the fading light at first.
But then there was a moment where I basically blinked and realized
"Hey its darker in this room!"
Funnily enough...I didn't really do anything about that fact.
The darkness wasn't really bugging me at that moment because I wasn't doing anything that required light.
Still it was interesting me to watch the room get darker and darker
While the more poignant details of the room faded....like colors and patterns.
I could still basically see. There was still light to see by in this darkness.
It just wasn't a noonday brightness.
Then...the lights were turned on.
And wow....that was blinding.
And a great contrast
Between how dark it was before.
And how light the room can be with a light on.
I think....that this sunset....the fading light....might be a pretty good....metaphor
for how we end up on a darker path.
In the beginning those first couple of choices that may not be exactly right...don't seem to change the light any. So you continue to make choices and go down a darker path...without really noticing that the path is getting darker as you go down it.
Now...it might not be that you're actively going down a dark path.
Like I was doing earlier, it could be that you were too lazy to go find the lighter path.
Or the thought that perhaps "Oh I can do that later." keeps you motionless, or moving downward as the darkness deepens.
It seems so simple "Oh this is dark, I need to move to the light."
Yet when the choice is before us...
are we apathetic to that choice?
Do we let Satan lure us down this dark path because we just stay motionless and let events happen around you without trying to influence them?
And if you don't make a choice to go seek the light.
Would you be willing to trust that someone else will turn the 'light' on for you and 'get you on the right path?'
It could be a wakeup call for sure.
But I dont' think its that easy.
When the lights were turned on at my place.
I blinked and had to block my vision for a moment to let my eyes get used to the light. And for a few minutes I wanted the lights off, so i could be in darkness again where my eyes had adjusted to being.
Luckily...the lights weren't turned off again...
because even a brief exposure to the light....can show you how dark it actually it is when they lights are off.
Perhaps that's enough to jumpkick you into gear
That flash of lightning that sends you searching for the Dawn for the fading darkness and increasing light.
Some people can make the jump from Midnight to Noon easily.
But others...we have to take smaller steps.
To move into the light and to move into darkness.
often times we don't consciously realize that we made the choice...but at one point.
We do.
"Hey Its getting darker."
"Hey its getting lighter."
It just matters if we choose to change or not. And Change in the positive light to stay in that light and not let the darkness slowly envelope us in its clutches.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
My sister was being attacked by by mosquito's on top of a building/redstone rock place.
And she really wanted to know why.
And my mom and I decided it was because she had honey on her and the mosquito's were attracted to it.
Then there were these two guys...who were interested in something by us...but I don't remember what. They were cute, but they were 'dark' like they had an alterior motive that wasn't all that good for being up on the roof with us.
There was more to the dream, but after a long day...its faded to that brief remembrance. :)
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D.
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Committee
They are there. In your head
Waiting for you.
To Succeed.
Or
To Fail.
The Committee
Today in Class F my teacher was talking about this committee.
It can be made up of different aspects of yourself
Not really different personalities.
But the masks of different people you are throughout the day and different situations
This committee can also be made up of
People you want to impress or be like.
Then there are the people who are role models in your life.
Or people who sound like people you know.
Teachers, parents, friends, coaches, doctors, anyone really.
And they can either be encouraging or discouraging.
Putting you up and down as you go about your daily tasks.
They are the voices that say "You are so ready for this test!!"
Or else they can be the voices that say "You totally should have studied more."
Anyway.
My teacher was commenting on what he noticed when we would "Pause" in our task.
and He said that we would say "We were waiting for more information"
When in actuality.
We were consulting with our committee
To get confirmation that we 'missed' something before we could move forward.
This happens when you're doing great and you know whats happening....and then you miss something...and you get stuck, trying to understand that one point that you missed, that you end up missing a bunch of other things as well.
Basically you're waiting for the committee to look at each other and say "Did you get that?" "No, Did you?" "No." "Okay then, we all didn't get it, lets move onward."
And so you move onward.
Then if you actually get something right. The committee will celebrate. "Woot! We got that!" "Yes we did!" "Hey look we got another one!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" "WE can do it we can do it!"
...until you mess up. (overconfidence again.)
and all of a sudden that committee in your head is conversing "Yah, I knew they'd mess that up." "Totally, they never can do it right." "See, I knew the whole time you couldnt' do it." "That was bad! So bad! You screwed it up!"
Now...you don't have to listen to the committee.
Especially if they're being so dark and gloomy.
You can 'vote' out those committee members who's 'dark' voices are loudest
and replace them with a "positive, bright" member who will give you the right amount of confidence.
You're in control of the committee.
And they can help you in your time of need.
When you know you know you know something.
You can go send one of those committee members to go 'find' that thing you know. Or consult with them because chances are...one of those people in your head know what you're talking about and will have the answer to your question.
Or you can shush them up when they're being really unhelpful and just focus on your work.
Basically its just one of those things in your life...
where the Committee will shift and change, and will be helpful or detrimental to you.
Its just a matter of deciding if you will let this committee feed you mostly negative information, mostly positive information, or both on a pretty equal basis...Or not.
You're in control of your own choices.
Not the Committee in your head.
Or the people outside of your head influencing you.
All they can give you is advice.
You can are the one in control.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
They're after me.
I'm on the run.
They want to capture me, even kill me.
And they do so by throwing these darts with red glowing gems making up the handles.
These darts come in different colors.
but most of them are red.
Because red will knock you out/ numb you if you get hit by enough of them.
I'm running through my home neighborhood ducking and diving in and out of the backyards of all the houses around me.
At one point I'm coming out of a museum and they hit me. But I dont' let them get me. I keep running. I don't let the drug take effect. Though it does make it hard to walk when one of my legs is numb.
luckily as I hunker down to hide a friend finds me and take me to a place of safety.
Unfortunately...in my neighbors backyard...I'm cornered...and that friend dies by getting hit by hundreds of darts at the same time.
I pick up a few red ones and yelled "You promised they wouldn't get hurt!" or something like that.
And the girl now hunting me responded "I'm not them." because her darts were blue or green, while the ones hunting me before were Red.
So I pick up a handful of red darts and run.
*fastforward...time has passed*
I"m hunting in darkness for the exclusive yellow fireflies.
I called them fireflies even though they weren't bugs. they were glowing bits of yellow that float through the sky, and you have to hunt to find them.
I'm hunting them in order to get them to make darts.
I've caught a couple of dim yellows already, but the others are after me again, so I have to forsake going after a "sunburst"
-A yellow stone that shines as brightly as the sun -they're rare and valuable and would make me rich.
But I have to escape.
So I leave
And go drop of the stones I've already gathered by throwing them over the fence line to 'my' house from my side which was my neighbor's house.
And as I ran by I saw a sign that said "Gattaca and ______" (idr the other name...but it was mine.)
I had apparently partnered up with someone. I would gather the stones, my partner would make the darts.
and I became myself again.
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
Waiting for you.
To Succeed.
Or
To Fail.
The Committee
Today in Class F my teacher was talking about this committee.
It can be made up of different aspects of yourself
Not really different personalities.
But the masks of different people you are throughout the day and different situations
This committee can also be made up of
People you want to impress or be like.
Then there are the people who are role models in your life.
Or people who sound like people you know.
Teachers, parents, friends, coaches, doctors, anyone really.
And they can either be encouraging or discouraging.
Putting you up and down as you go about your daily tasks.
They are the voices that say "You are so ready for this test!!"
Or else they can be the voices that say "You totally should have studied more."
Anyway.
My teacher was commenting on what he noticed when we would "Pause" in our task.
and He said that we would say "We were waiting for more information"
When in actuality.
We were consulting with our committee
To get confirmation that we 'missed' something before we could move forward.
This happens when you're doing great and you know whats happening....and then you miss something...and you get stuck, trying to understand that one point that you missed, that you end up missing a bunch of other things as well.
Basically you're waiting for the committee to look at each other and say "Did you get that?" "No, Did you?" "No." "Okay then, we all didn't get it, lets move onward."
And so you move onward.
Then if you actually get something right. The committee will celebrate. "Woot! We got that!" "Yes we did!" "Hey look we got another one!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" "WE can do it we can do it!"
...until you mess up. (overconfidence again.)
and all of a sudden that committee in your head is conversing "Yah, I knew they'd mess that up." "Totally, they never can do it right." "See, I knew the whole time you couldnt' do it." "That was bad! So bad! You screwed it up!"
Now...you don't have to listen to the committee.
Especially if they're being so dark and gloomy.
You can 'vote' out those committee members who's 'dark' voices are loudest
and replace them with a "positive, bright" member who will give you the right amount of confidence.
You're in control of the committee.
And they can help you in your time of need.
When you know you know you know something.
You can go send one of those committee members to go 'find' that thing you know. Or consult with them because chances are...one of those people in your head know what you're talking about and will have the answer to your question.
Or you can shush them up when they're being really unhelpful and just focus on your work.
Basically its just one of those things in your life...
where the Committee will shift and change, and will be helpful or detrimental to you.
Its just a matter of deciding if you will let this committee feed you mostly negative information, mostly positive information, or both on a pretty equal basis...Or not.
You're in control of your own choices.
Not the Committee in your head.
Or the people outside of your head influencing you.
All they can give you is advice.
You can are the one in control.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
They're after me.
I'm on the run.
They want to capture me, even kill me.
And they do so by throwing these darts with red glowing gems making up the handles.
These darts come in different colors.
but most of them are red.
Because red will knock you out/ numb you if you get hit by enough of them.
I'm running through my home neighborhood ducking and diving in and out of the backyards of all the houses around me.
At one point I'm coming out of a museum and they hit me. But I dont' let them get me. I keep running. I don't let the drug take effect. Though it does make it hard to walk when one of my legs is numb.
luckily as I hunker down to hide a friend finds me and take me to a place of safety.
Unfortunately...in my neighbors backyard...I'm cornered...and that friend dies by getting hit by hundreds of darts at the same time.
I pick up a few red ones and yelled "You promised they wouldn't get hurt!" or something like that.
And the girl now hunting me responded "I'm not them." because her darts were blue or green, while the ones hunting me before were Red.
So I pick up a handful of red darts and run.
*fastforward...time has passed*
I"m hunting in darkness for the exclusive yellow fireflies.
I called them fireflies even though they weren't bugs. they were glowing bits of yellow that float through the sky, and you have to hunt to find them.
I'm hunting them in order to get them to make darts.
I've caught a couple of dim yellows already, but the others are after me again, so I have to forsake going after a "sunburst"
-A yellow stone that shines as brightly as the sun -they're rare and valuable and would make me rich.
But I have to escape.
So I leave
And go drop of the stones I've already gathered by throwing them over the fence line to 'my' house from my side which was my neighbor's house.
And as I ran by I saw a sign that said "Gattaca and ______" (idr the other name...but it was mine.)
I had apparently partnered up with someone. I would gather the stones, my partner would make the darts.
and I became myself again.
And that
is why the fox never came home. :)
-S.N.D
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Dread
It just begins to creep up on you.
A feeling
slowly of unease
of something not being right.
of a slight terror on the rise.
That something bad would happen.
That an item of importance has been forgotten.
That somehow you will fail.
This feeling of demise, of unease, of dread.
Has been creeping up on me all day.
And I think its because I will have to go back to the grind tomorrow.
To not having fun, to guiltily taking my relaxation time when I need it, even when I need to do six other things.
To again to feeling like I don't have enough hours in the day to complete something,
yet somehow in the end completing everything.
lol. Needless to say...I really wish that I had another week off of school.
That way I could relax, and feel like I am ahead of homework, instead of already behind
even though almost everything that needs to be done this week has been done.
Its just that feeling.
That bugs me.
And tenses me up.
And causing this last evening before the daily grind goes back into motion.
To be an unrelaxing one. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in a chapel type thing with a bunch of other people.
But I was a....cucumber? a green veggie that was slightly round.
I left to change....idk what I wanted to change
and met up with a purply fruit vegetable girl as I was 'getting clean'
I came out much smaller then I had been...almost like a baby.
(the veggie body before had been the size of a football, now it was the size of a golf ball)
Some girls came in and started teasing the purple veggie girl.
And my sister came in and got very defensive as we walked back to the chapel to continue watching the movie.
And said that they couldn't be her friends anymore if they wouldn't treat us right.
They laughed it off and basically left.
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
And that
is why the fox never came home.
-S.N.D
A feeling
slowly of unease
of something not being right.
of a slight terror on the rise.
That something bad would happen.
That an item of importance has been forgotten.
That somehow you will fail.
This feeling of demise, of unease, of dread.
Has been creeping up on me all day.
And I think its because I will have to go back to the grind tomorrow.
To not having fun, to guiltily taking my relaxation time when I need it, even when I need to do six other things.
To again to feeling like I don't have enough hours in the day to complete something,
yet somehow in the end completing everything.
lol. Needless to say...I really wish that I had another week off of school.
That way I could relax, and feel like I am ahead of homework, instead of already behind
even though almost everything that needs to be done this week has been done.
Its just that feeling.
That bugs me.
And tenses me up.
And causing this last evening before the daily grind goes back into motion.
To be an unrelaxing one. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in a chapel type thing with a bunch of other people.
But I was a....cucumber? a green veggie that was slightly round.
I left to change....idk what I wanted to change
and met up with a purply fruit vegetable girl as I was 'getting clean'
I came out much smaller then I had been...almost like a baby.
(the veggie body before had been the size of a football, now it was the size of a golf ball)
Some girls came in and started teasing the purple veggie girl.
And my sister came in and got very defensive as we walked back to the chapel to continue watching the movie.
And said that they couldn't be her friends anymore if they wouldn't treat us right.
They laughed it off and basically left.
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
And that
is why the fox never came home.
-S.N.D
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