In my Book of Isaiah class, we talked about fasting.
It wasn't the conscious fasting, but more of the unconscious fasting.
The teacher referred back to a time when he was on the bishopric and noticed that the bishop would stay at the church for 10-12 hours on Sunday without taking a break to go eat or anything. My teacher couldn't comprehend being able to do that. Sure the guy was young, and he remembered doing that when he was younger, but now? When he was old? He didn't think he could do it...
Until the teacher was again called to be a Bishop.
He stated that serving the lord gave him such energy that it didn't really matter that the hadn't eaten all day. He was serving the Lord. And the Lord, gave him the energy he needed to keep going throughout the day. And often this boost would make it hard for him to go to sleep that night because he felt so full of energy.
So today...I had a similar experience.
I woke up not feeling the best. I actually withdrew from a thing I said that I would do that morning and let my co chairs figure it out for themselves. I did manage to get up and out of bed before my school day started.
(no matter how sick I am in the morning...I've been blessed in that I usually feel back to normal by the time I get to school.)
Anyway, my stomach was at a stage...where I didn't really want to eat anything in case I upset it.
So my first thing I ate was;
A cracker about 10am with some cheese dip on it. Yep. 1 cracker.
But I didn't really feel hungry. I thought because I was still recovering from my headache.
So my classes ended at 1pm.
Lunch time.
Yet I didn't really notice that I was hungry.
I got distracted 'serving' I was doing stuff for the institute....like taking down posters that had been hung up without institute approval and finding out if they should be approved and what to do after I had approved them as well as figure out money for prizes for a game we're doing the next couple of days in the institute as well as food for later tonight...
*takes a breath*
So I had a bag of Cheetos about...2pm? maybe because my co-chair offered me it when he found out I hadn't eaten.
heh.
I worked on the game getting all the pieces together and organizing it, writing and taking pictures and at 4pm.
I went with my other co-chair to Walmart to pick up some small prizes before returning back to the institute to set up the game.
At 6pm some of the LDSSA council arrived for our trip up to Temple Square.
Now I haven't eaten since like 2pm....but I didn't feel hungry. I walked and ran and did all this hyper stuff for the institute and I still wasn't hungry. (just like i'm still not sleepy...its 4am of Dec 1st when I'm writing this by the way. I had a ton of homework.)
We gathered together to go see the temple Christmas lights so that we could film some announcements for the institute. On the drive up...all my car was complaining of hunger...except me. I said I hadn't eaten much besides a bag of Cheetos and I could feel a slight emptiness to my stomach area...but I didn't feel hungry...mostly because I knew we weren't going to be eating until after filming....which got done at 9:40pm. Finally I got some food at like 10:20pm. 1 pizza slice 1 1/2 breadsticks.
And then I came home at like 11:15pm and started on my homework...which I finished like 20 minutes ago.
Finally I'm beginning to feel hungry. Munchy.
lol but I feel that I was blessed today.
Blessed to have the energy to carry on even though I'd eaten very little to give myself energy. I still found the energy to do all that I needed to get done. For today, I spent like 8 hours doing service to the Lord via the Institute. And I had the energy to do it.
I had the energy to serve the Lord.
And there was enough left over that I was able to get my schoolwork done as well afterwards lol :)
Blessings are found in service. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves!
Enjoy the Day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Someone Special
Another favorite Christmas song of mine is titled:
Last Christmas by George Michael. :)
I like it for the chorus mostly.
I think it matched my mood one time when I heard it,
and its just stuck with me as one of those songs I like to listen to. :)
again...because the chorus gets stuck in my head lol :)
I like it...because simply put...it tells me to give my heart to someone special and not to just anybody. :)
To hear the song click on the video below. :) Lyrics are included.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Last Christmas by George Michael. :)
I like it for the chorus mostly.
I think it matched my mood one time when I heard it,
and its just stuck with me as one of those songs I like to listen to. :)
again...because the chorus gets stuck in my head lol :)
I like it...because simply put...it tells me to give my heart to someone special and not to just anybody. :)
To hear the song click on the video below. :) Lyrics are included.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Monday, November 28, 2011
Another Ring Finger Post
So today,
after having needed to take the bandage protecting my poor finger off because the bandage got wet and I didn't have a replacement nearby, and I didn't want to wear a wet bandage for four hours before I could go home and after being paranoid that I would totally damage that nail more by accident....
I discovered that it doesn't hurt as much as it has been hurting the last few days.
It feels more tight then anything, and I think that's because its been wearing a bandage for the past three days almost constantly.
I've noticed that my finger is still...very timid.
It tends to hang back out of the way when I do stuff.
The past couple of days I've been using my pinky and middle finger to type.
And its taking me a bit to get my ring finger to take its role again on the keyboard.
Because surprisingly enough...my other fingers have adjusted to needing to take over for my ring finger.
And they're not anxious to give back that control.
lol it doesn't hep that my ring finger at first wasn't willing to take back control.
But due to alot of writing based homework assignments.
My ring finger is falling back into the groove of things.
Though occasionally the other finger will slip in and type a letter its not supposed to. :)
It feels very odd to be using that finger again though.
I'll need to adjust back to being able to use it.
Slowly...I may still not do some things for a while until the nail recovers from its trauma.
...like opening things. or grabbing things. I'll have to see.
But for now my ring finger is back on typing duty. :D
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Kikay and I had travelled to this different world....similar to ours, but different.
We were in a school....building place
and we were sorting through books.
But then...we had to go back to our own place.
So we went sneaking through the shelves to the secret doorway that we weren't supposed to show anyone.
However, one of our friends from that world followed us and begged us to let her come with us.
After a bit of debate...I think we gave our okay.
But the woman wasn't who she seemed.
Suddenly a pendant Kikay was wearing activated...and somehow the girl took over Kikay...making Kikay disappear entirely...sending her to some other place.
-I think we just let loose an evil we weren't supposed to.
I went dashing away through the hallways to avoid this evil person and to try and find a way in all the shelves to get my sister back...
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
after having needed to take the bandage protecting my poor finger off because the bandage got wet and I didn't have a replacement nearby, and I didn't want to wear a wet bandage for four hours before I could go home and after being paranoid that I would totally damage that nail more by accident....
I discovered that it doesn't hurt as much as it has been hurting the last few days.
It feels more tight then anything, and I think that's because its been wearing a bandage for the past three days almost constantly.
I've noticed that my finger is still...very timid.
It tends to hang back out of the way when I do stuff.
The past couple of days I've been using my pinky and middle finger to type.
And its taking me a bit to get my ring finger to take its role again on the keyboard.
Because surprisingly enough...my other fingers have adjusted to needing to take over for my ring finger.
And they're not anxious to give back that control.
lol it doesn't hep that my ring finger at first wasn't willing to take back control.
But due to alot of writing based homework assignments.
My ring finger is falling back into the groove of things.
Though occasionally the other finger will slip in and type a letter its not supposed to. :)
It feels very odd to be using that finger again though.
I'll need to adjust back to being able to use it.
Slowly...I may still not do some things for a while until the nail recovers from its trauma.
...like opening things. or grabbing things. I'll have to see.
But for now my ring finger is back on typing duty. :D
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Kikay and I had travelled to this different world....similar to ours, but different.
We were in a school....building place
and we were sorting through books.
But then...we had to go back to our own place.
So we went sneaking through the shelves to the secret doorway that we weren't supposed to show anyone.
However, one of our friends from that world followed us and begged us to let her come with us.
After a bit of debate...I think we gave our okay.
But the woman wasn't who she seemed.
Suddenly a pendant Kikay was wearing activated...and somehow the girl took over Kikay...making Kikay disappear entirely...sending her to some other place.
-I think we just let loose an evil we weren't supposed to.
I went dashing away through the hallways to avoid this evil person and to try and find a way in all the shelves to get my sister back...
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Oh, It Was Horrible!....Wanna See?
I wonder if some people think I'm weird.
Well...weirder.
Because I realized today that when I get injured in a visible way....
I act really excited about it, or positive at least when I tell people about it or show them my injury.
I usually tell whatever story I tell in how I got the injury with a smile on my face.
Half the reason why I do this is to brush it off...to not make it seem like such a horrible thing.
But the other reason I try to keep up a positive attitude...is to hide my insecurities.
When I'm telling others "Oh it was awesome!" or "Its not that bad."
I'm trying to convince myself that it isn't that bad. lol Sometimes I succeed...other times I don't.
When I got my black eye at the beginning of the school year...the discoloration to my face actually became cool to me. I thought I looked awesome. and I rather missed that bruise when it faded.
It might have helped that my sister Kikay...fences. And she's come home black and blue and all excited about all the bruises she has. That helped because the bruise looked awesome around my eye and people thought it was cool.
Chipping a tooth on the other hand...not so much. It was harder to act like it was no big deal because I felt like it was a neon sign pointed to my mouth. lol Needless to say I got that fixed asap.
My hurt finger...I'm trying to act the same as the black eye.
Telling the story of how I got it, on what the blood did, how it hurts.
passing it off as something cool and different.
Instead of it being...well ugly.
I know that it will heal with time.
yet...I can still be rather self conscious about it.
So to hide the fact that I'm self conscious...I don't hide it...but I show it off.
That's when I'm trying to remain confident..
Lol other times I will hide it and that's when I'm more self conscious.
But also...I'm looking to see how others react to the injury. If they react with the same vibe that I'm trying to put off (the positive vibe) then that helps me to not be so self conscious about it.
If they don't react so positively.....well...I know that it actually does look bad.
But then I feel like a weirdo for acting positively about something they don't react positively too.
I figure...its better to be positive about an experience...then mope about and be negative.
So even if others think I'm weird...I'm going to keep doing it. So I can still appear confident...even if I don't feel confident at all. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in some facility place....with my sister...we were trying to find something...
but we ended up running into Mrs. Riley my AP English teacher in High School.
We were helping her out. Doing something for her.
And I just wanted to tell her what an awesome teacher she was. She forced us to learn how to write good essays, and because of that..
College essays are rather easy and I don't struggle writing them..(unless its dumb Philosophy. :P)
and that I just wanted to Thank her for the work she went through to teach me that.
It was really helpful.
I was trying to find a good way to broach the subject with her.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Well...weirder.
Because I realized today that when I get injured in a visible way....
I act really excited about it, or positive at least when I tell people about it or show them my injury.
I usually tell whatever story I tell in how I got the injury with a smile on my face.
Half the reason why I do this is to brush it off...to not make it seem like such a horrible thing.
But the other reason I try to keep up a positive attitude...is to hide my insecurities.
When I'm telling others "Oh it was awesome!" or "Its not that bad."
I'm trying to convince myself that it isn't that bad. lol Sometimes I succeed...other times I don't.
When I got my black eye at the beginning of the school year...the discoloration to my face actually became cool to me. I thought I looked awesome. and I rather missed that bruise when it faded.
It might have helped that my sister Kikay...fences. And she's come home black and blue and all excited about all the bruises she has. That helped because the bruise looked awesome around my eye and people thought it was cool.
Chipping a tooth on the other hand...not so much. It was harder to act like it was no big deal because I felt like it was a neon sign pointed to my mouth. lol Needless to say I got that fixed asap.
My hurt finger...I'm trying to act the same as the black eye.
Telling the story of how I got it, on what the blood did, how it hurts.
passing it off as something cool and different.
Instead of it being...well ugly.
I know that it will heal with time.
yet...I can still be rather self conscious about it.
So to hide the fact that I'm self conscious...I don't hide it...but I show it off.
That's when I'm trying to remain confident..
Lol other times I will hide it and that's when I'm more self conscious.
But also...I'm looking to see how others react to the injury. If they react with the same vibe that I'm trying to put off (the positive vibe) then that helps me to not be so self conscious about it.
If they don't react so positively.....well...I know that it actually does look bad.
But then I feel like a weirdo for acting positively about something they don't react positively too.
I figure...its better to be positive about an experience...then mope about and be negative.
So even if others think I'm weird...I'm going to keep doing it. So I can still appear confident...even if I don't feel confident at all. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in some facility place....with my sister...we were trying to find something...
but we ended up running into Mrs. Riley my AP English teacher in High School.
We were helping her out. Doing something for her.
And I just wanted to tell her what an awesome teacher she was. She forced us to learn how to write good essays, and because of that..
College essays are rather easy and I don't struggle writing them..(unless its dumb Philosophy. :P)
and that I just wanted to Thank her for the work she went through to teach me that.
It was really helpful.
I was trying to find a good way to broach the subject with her.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Spoons of Evil
You know...
It's very hard to type when one of your fingers gets injured in such a way that the pressing of a keyboard key is painful.
It throws off the typing groove, for the other fingers surrounding the injured finger have to take up the slack pressing the letters that the injured finger usually presses.
At least it wasn't my pointer finger that got injured.
Those fingers press more keys then other others...besides the pinky, that one does alot of work too.
Its even harder to do stuff, when the finger injured is on your dominate hand...in my case the left hand. Because that hand does a whole lot of stuff.
So what did I do to injure my hand?
Well.
Last night I went and hung out with friends....where we played games.
One game was called Spoons.
To play spoons you need people, a deck of cards, and spoons...one less then the people you have playing.
You deal out four cards to each person and have the spoons in the middle of the circle.
Then the person who dealt picks up a card from the remaining deck and if they don't want the card they pass it on to the next person who either keeps it and puts down another card, or passes on the first card on to the next person.
The goal: To get four of the same number as in: 4 Kings, 4 tens, 4 aces.
When a person gets four of the same number then they take a spoon.
Then its a race for everyone else to pick up a spoon.
The person left spoonless "looses the game"
It can be played where the person is automatically out.
Or where you have to spell out SPOONS first before you're out.
So if I lost the first time I would get an S. Then the next time I would get a P so on and so forth until I have S-P-O-O-N-S Then I would be out.
Yah...I hadn't really played this game since Girls Camp.
Sometimes I would get the spoon, other times I wouldn't.
Needless to say I was losing more then the others. lol.
I think I had spelt out SPOON -though by that time we'd forgotten who had which letters and were just enjoying the game.
Well the last time.
I went to grab for a spoon like normal....only it didn't end like normal.
I don't know what happened.
I just suddenly felt the sharp upward tug of my fingernail and the pain of having my nail jerked roughly upwards.
-Others might equate it to slipping on the steps an catching the big toenail on the edge jerking it upward.
There are a few things that might have happened.
a. One of the spoons some how got caught underneath my nail as it was pulled away.
b. Another fingernail might have caught on mine.
c. the crack in the table might have caught it.
In either case...I was and still am in pain.
Whatever had happened it did it with enough force to cause me to bleed from underneath the nail.
lol needless to say, we stopped playing spoons after that.
Yah...my finger hurts.
Hurts to straighten it, hurts to put pressure on it...
The bed underneath the nail hurts.
And my poor nail...as been whiteified.
So that its no longer pink.
Except a small smidgen right by the cuticle. That's still pink. The rest is white...unless its where blood has pooled....in either case...its painful.
Though it was rather intriguing...when the blood comes up under the nail...it kinda pools up like liquid being poured into a glass.
Anywho.
It makes doing homework and typing rather hard, for my ring finger controls the S, W and X on the keyboard. And while X isn't used alot and W is used less often, S is used alot. So instead of causing myself more pain...for when I accidentally use the ring finger it Kills!...my middle finger is taking up the slack and doing twice as much work as usual.
I must say, I'm impressed with the middle finger. Its catching on pretty quickly to expanding its domain while my ring finger is incapacitated. And while it will hesitate occasionally when typing, its really quick to catch onto what I need it to do. :)
Yay for smart fingers! ^^ lol.
I only hope that my ring finger recovers from its injury soon, for I have a ton of writing I need to do and its a strain to have to think about pushing s and w and x when I didn't have to before. :)
Needless to say...I have another reason for not liking Spoons.
Apparently they have it out for me because I use forks where spoons should be used.
>.>
Spoons are evil. I have proof. They hurt my hand and split blood.
So they now join the list along with ice cream buckets, things with lids that need to be pulled up and ice cream scoops
Spoooons.....>.>
I'm watching you now.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I needed to get the last Harry Potter book so that I could reread it because I wanted to reread it.
I had it and opened it up...and it was like I was in the middle of the action as I was reading.
And as I was reading the book I came across scenes that I didn't remember happening.
Which made the action all around me that more intense...like flying on a broomstick over an ocean.
However Voldemort was trying to get at me...and I was trying to get away...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
It's very hard to type when one of your fingers gets injured in such a way that the pressing of a keyboard key is painful.
It throws off the typing groove, for the other fingers surrounding the injured finger have to take up the slack pressing the letters that the injured finger usually presses.
At least it wasn't my pointer finger that got injured.
Those fingers press more keys then other others...besides the pinky, that one does alot of work too.
Its even harder to do stuff, when the finger injured is on your dominate hand...in my case the left hand. Because that hand does a whole lot of stuff.
So what did I do to injure my hand?
Well.
Last night I went and hung out with friends....where we played games.
One game was called Spoons.
To play spoons you need people, a deck of cards, and spoons...one less then the people you have playing.
You deal out four cards to each person and have the spoons in the middle of the circle.
Then the person who dealt picks up a card from the remaining deck and if they don't want the card they pass it on to the next person who either keeps it and puts down another card, or passes on the first card on to the next person.
The goal: To get four of the same number as in: 4 Kings, 4 tens, 4 aces.
When a person gets four of the same number then they take a spoon.
Then its a race for everyone else to pick up a spoon.
The person left spoonless "looses the game"
It can be played where the person is automatically out.
Or where you have to spell out SPOONS first before you're out.
So if I lost the first time I would get an S. Then the next time I would get a P so on and so forth until I have S-P-O-O-N-S Then I would be out.
Yah...I hadn't really played this game since Girls Camp.
Sometimes I would get the spoon, other times I wouldn't.
Needless to say I was losing more then the others. lol.
I think I had spelt out SPOON -though by that time we'd forgotten who had which letters and were just enjoying the game.
Well the last time.
I went to grab for a spoon like normal....only it didn't end like normal.
I don't know what happened.
I just suddenly felt the sharp upward tug of my fingernail and the pain of having my nail jerked roughly upwards.
-Others might equate it to slipping on the steps an catching the big toenail on the edge jerking it upward.
There are a few things that might have happened.
a. One of the spoons some how got caught underneath my nail as it was pulled away.
b. Another fingernail might have caught on mine.
c. the crack in the table might have caught it.
In either case...I was and still am in pain.
Whatever had happened it did it with enough force to cause me to bleed from underneath the nail.
lol needless to say, we stopped playing spoons after that.
Yah...my finger hurts.
Hurts to straighten it, hurts to put pressure on it...
The bed underneath the nail hurts.
And my poor nail...as been whiteified.
So that its no longer pink.
Except a small smidgen right by the cuticle. That's still pink. The rest is white...unless its where blood has pooled....in either case...its painful.
Though it was rather intriguing...when the blood comes up under the nail...it kinda pools up like liquid being poured into a glass.
Anywho.
It makes doing homework and typing rather hard, for my ring finger controls the S, W and X on the keyboard. And while X isn't used alot and W is used less often, S is used alot. So instead of causing myself more pain...for when I accidentally use the ring finger it Kills!...my middle finger is taking up the slack and doing twice as much work as usual.
I must say, I'm impressed with the middle finger. Its catching on pretty quickly to expanding its domain while my ring finger is incapacitated. And while it will hesitate occasionally when typing, its really quick to catch onto what I need it to do. :)
Yay for smart fingers! ^^ lol.
I only hope that my ring finger recovers from its injury soon, for I have a ton of writing I need to do and its a strain to have to think about pushing s and w and x when I didn't have to before. :)
Needless to say...I have another reason for not liking Spoons.
Apparently they have it out for me because I use forks where spoons should be used.
>.>
Spoons are evil. I have proof. They hurt my hand and split blood.
So they now join the list along with ice cream buckets, things with lids that need to be pulled up and ice cream scoops
Spoooons.....>.>
I'm watching you now.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I needed to get the last Harry Potter book so that I could reread it because I wanted to reread it.
I had it and opened it up...and it was like I was in the middle of the action as I was reading.
And as I was reading the book I came across scenes that I didn't remember happening.
Which made the action all around me that more intense...like flying on a broomstick over an ocean.
However Voldemort was trying to get at me...and I was trying to get away...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Friday, November 25, 2011
The Mood is Right
I thought it would be fun to do something different up til Christmas this time around.
You see, now that Thanksgiving is over...I can happily participate in listening to Christmas music! :)
So, I thought it might be different to occasionally post a favorite Christmas song of mine here on the blog....I would have just made up a list right away and posted this once....but....heh I have a problem remembering my favorite Christmas songs. I usually have to hear them on the radio first before I remember. :)
So, I have the goal to listen Christmas music, and find my favorite Christmas songs and then share them with you! :)
So for the first one of this batch.....lets begin as so.
I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I had a battle of wanting to not listen to Christmas music and wanting to stay in bed, and that when my favorite Christmas song came on...well I stayed in bed to listen to it.
Its in my top five favorite Christmas songs (cus...I can't remember the other ones I like...soo perhaps one of those is my number one favorite song and I don't remember that yet. ;) )
Its called :Wonderful Christmas Time by Paul McCartney
I like this song for the cool beat and the simple message. It cheers me up when I'm feeling down and I just enjoy listening to it. Its basically a song to calm me down and make me smile and realize that Christmas is simply about having a wonderful time and to enjoy the events coming up to this joyous holiday. :)
If you want to listen to the song below is a video link: :)
Enjoy!
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was going to a friends party, but I was late...or I was having trouble getting there...or i got there early...something, I was there when I wasn't supposed to be.
Kikay, my family and I were on vacation near a beach, a sandy area with water.
Kikay and I were in a play ground. I mostly remember the swing set.
We would swing back and forth. But we were also digging around in the sand pulling up different stones.
Crystals in the shapes of animals, balls, pyramids, towers with pointy tops.
my favorite was a buffalo. It was about the size of two fists. gold in color and black as well...it looked like it had come from a fire.
But as we were swinging and such....there was this older women who came out of the 'hotel' behind the park. The hotel looked like a fourplex apartment with red brick and very strict rules on what could happen in that hotel.
Well the old lady came onto the playground and we had a swinging race.
To see who could swing higher.
well...my swing got a bit out of control. I got off target and managed to swing around the swing set. -my chain was suddenly very long so that I could swing and move around Kikay then come back around to the old lady then back around kikay effectively catching them in a kind of chain net. It was rather scary because I didn't want to run into them, but I had no way of stopping myself.
Well the old lady didn't like that much...for she took our stones and cast them into a water pit.
the entrance to the pit was a boat window (circular in shape) and when I looked it in it showed a dark pit of water. Like it was in a container.
I was trying to fish my objects out as well as keep the water clean.
But I noticed that there were spiderwebs and small bees nests that weren't very...well good for keeping the water clean.
So using the pole I had that looked more like a broom I got it wet and began cleaning up the sides of the tank...which no looked like the insides of an old shed in my parents backyard.
I got the spiderwebs out and was working on the bees nests wary of the bees I only saw a couple of them and the wet water seemed to prevent them from attacking me.
I also saw a creepy centipede like creature but only with eight or ten limbs that were long and wavy and red...and creepy. It was a dangerous creature, but I figured I go for...a rock crab first.
Only the rock crab was dangerous too once it was bothered it would come after the thing that attacked it until the attacker or it was dead.
It was like a hermit crab but its 'shell' was an orange peel that had thin slices in it to allow the crab to move while it was still in its shell. It dropped of the ledge as I finally forced it off, but then began chasing me around my backyard.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
You see, now that Thanksgiving is over...I can happily participate in listening to Christmas music! :)
So, I thought it might be different to occasionally post a favorite Christmas song of mine here on the blog....I would have just made up a list right away and posted this once....but....heh I have a problem remembering my favorite Christmas songs. I usually have to hear them on the radio first before I remember. :)
So, I have the goal to listen Christmas music, and find my favorite Christmas songs and then share them with you! :)
So for the first one of this batch.....lets begin as so.
I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I had a battle of wanting to not listen to Christmas music and wanting to stay in bed, and that when my favorite Christmas song came on...well I stayed in bed to listen to it.
Its in my top five favorite Christmas songs (cus...I can't remember the other ones I like...soo perhaps one of those is my number one favorite song and I don't remember that yet. ;) )
Its called :Wonderful Christmas Time by Paul McCartney
I like this song for the cool beat and the simple message. It cheers me up when I'm feeling down and I just enjoy listening to it. Its basically a song to calm me down and make me smile and realize that Christmas is simply about having a wonderful time and to enjoy the events coming up to this joyous holiday. :)
If you want to listen to the song below is a video link: :)
Enjoy!
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was going to a friends party, but I was late...or I was having trouble getting there...or i got there early...something, I was there when I wasn't supposed to be.
Kikay, my family and I were on vacation near a beach, a sandy area with water.
Kikay and I were in a play ground. I mostly remember the swing set.
We would swing back and forth. But we were also digging around in the sand pulling up different stones.
Crystals in the shapes of animals, balls, pyramids, towers with pointy tops.
my favorite was a buffalo. It was about the size of two fists. gold in color and black as well...it looked like it had come from a fire.
But as we were swinging and such....there was this older women who came out of the 'hotel' behind the park. The hotel looked like a fourplex apartment with red brick and very strict rules on what could happen in that hotel.
Well the old lady came onto the playground and we had a swinging race.
To see who could swing higher.
well...my swing got a bit out of control. I got off target and managed to swing around the swing set. -my chain was suddenly very long so that I could swing and move around Kikay then come back around to the old lady then back around kikay effectively catching them in a kind of chain net. It was rather scary because I didn't want to run into them, but I had no way of stopping myself.
Well the old lady didn't like that much...for she took our stones and cast them into a water pit.
the entrance to the pit was a boat window (circular in shape) and when I looked it in it showed a dark pit of water. Like it was in a container.
I was trying to fish my objects out as well as keep the water clean.
But I noticed that there were spiderwebs and small bees nests that weren't very...well good for keeping the water clean.
So using the pole I had that looked more like a broom I got it wet and began cleaning up the sides of the tank...which no looked like the insides of an old shed in my parents backyard.
I got the spiderwebs out and was working on the bees nests wary of the bees I only saw a couple of them and the wet water seemed to prevent them from attacking me.
I also saw a creepy centipede like creature but only with eight or ten limbs that were long and wavy and red...and creepy. It was a dangerous creature, but I figured I go for...a rock crab first.
Only the rock crab was dangerous too once it was bothered it would come after the thing that attacked it until the attacker or it was dead.
It was like a hermit crab but its 'shell' was an orange peel that had thin slices in it to allow the crab to move while it was still in its shell. It dropped of the ledge as I finally forced it off, but then began chasing me around my backyard.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thin Wrists
I have this tendency to rebel against doing the expected.
I like to do the unexpected.
and the expected thing to do today...on Thanksgiving....
Would be to say what I'm grateful for.
Which would include; family, friends, pets, being LDS, Christ, and those usual things.
Maybe one day I'll rebel against rebelling and do what is expected.
;) cus that's always fun to do as well :) lol
But that's not today.
I'll talk about something else I'm grateful for.
Thin Wrists.
My wrists are really thin.
Basically its my bones...covered in skin. :) lol
there isn't a whole lot of muscle tone to my wrists.
or fat tone either.
Its just skin and bones.
I often refer to myself as just being skin and bones for that very reason.
my hands and wrists don't have alot of 'meat' to them.
(so I'll be the last to be killed in a cannibalistic situation...moving on.)
Which means...due to my thin wrists and hands...
that I can slip my hands into thin areas a bit more then others can.
(I think I haven't compared it yet.)
Why am I grateful for this today?
Well....
I have a dog named Sadie.
She's a Papillion that we got when I was younger...elementary age.
And she's getting on in years. :(
she's...13 years old now? she's in the double digits at least.
And unfortunately Y_Y
She's starting to act really old. (going deaf, heading towards blindness, arthritis...maybe she had a couple of strokes.)
It depends on the day for her. Sometimes she acts like a young puppy, other times like she can barely move.
and unfortunately she can't control herself like she once could.
so we end up putting her in a kennel when she's inside. (its big and is like a cage.)
To lessen the likelihood we'll step in something...unpleasant in the dark.
Because its like she doesn't really realize what she's doing you know...
that part has disconnected...
but anyway.
I'm grateful for my thin wrists today.
Because when she's locked up,
I can still reach through the rectangles making up the cage.
And pet her and play with her.
(I can go up to nearly my elbows into the cage...okay like two inches below my elbows)
And I am grateful for that. :)
Because I'm not sure how much longer she'll be with us.
and I want to make sure I give her the attention she likes to have when I'm up here.
so that I don't have any regrets when she does leave us.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I like to do the unexpected.
and the expected thing to do today...on Thanksgiving....
Would be to say what I'm grateful for.
Which would include; family, friends, pets, being LDS, Christ, and those usual things.
Maybe one day I'll rebel against rebelling and do what is expected.
;) cus that's always fun to do as well :) lol
But that's not today.
I'll talk about something else I'm grateful for.
Thin Wrists.
My wrists are really thin.
Basically its my bones...covered in skin. :) lol
there isn't a whole lot of muscle tone to my wrists.
or fat tone either.
Its just skin and bones.
I often refer to myself as just being skin and bones for that very reason.
my hands and wrists don't have alot of 'meat' to them.
(so I'll be the last to be killed in a cannibalistic situation...moving on.)
Which means...due to my thin wrists and hands...
that I can slip my hands into thin areas a bit more then others can.
(I think I haven't compared it yet.)
Why am I grateful for this today?
Well....
I have a dog named Sadie.
She's a Papillion that we got when I was younger...elementary age.
And she's getting on in years. :(
she's...13 years old now? she's in the double digits at least.
And unfortunately Y_Y
She's starting to act really old. (going deaf, heading towards blindness, arthritis...maybe she had a couple of strokes.)
It depends on the day for her. Sometimes she acts like a young puppy, other times like she can barely move.
and unfortunately she can't control herself like she once could.
so we end up putting her in a kennel when she's inside. (its big and is like a cage.)
To lessen the likelihood we'll step in something...unpleasant in the dark.
Because its like she doesn't really realize what she's doing you know...
that part has disconnected...
but anyway.
I'm grateful for my thin wrists today.
Because when she's locked up,
I can still reach through the rectangles making up the cage.
And pet her and play with her.
(I can go up to nearly my elbows into the cage...okay like two inches below my elbows)
And I am grateful for that. :)
Because I'm not sure how much longer she'll be with us.
and I want to make sure I give her the attention she likes to have when I'm up here.
so that I don't have any regrets when she does leave us.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Farewell, Creator of Pern
Dragons.
They're an epic part of the fantasy genre.
Though back in elementary days...I wasn't really aware of them.
I was into mysteries back then, and slowly made my way into fantasy.
but in Jr. High English...I think it was 8th grade.
my teacher, Mrs. Bailey had us read a shot story, about a dragon boy who wanted to get his egg, but due to injuries he missed the hatching. the hatching of a dragon.
I wanted to find out more of that story. Find out what happened!
So I went looking for that story, in a longer version, because it couldn't be just a short version!
(I think the book had excerpts from other books.)
Anyway, there are three sources I found with a similar concept to that book.
One was Jane Yolen with her Pit Dragon trilogy.
The second was Mercedes Lackey's Joust series
and the other, was Anne McCaffrey's Dragon riders of Pern books.
I actually think my Mom brought home a couple of the books from the DI
-because I was into fantasy at that point in time and we went to the DI often. :)
And that's how I was introduced to her...
that or it was the library...I think it was the DI though.
and in one of her books...I think it was the White Dragon.
I finally found the story concept I had read back in English...I don't think it was the same story.
but it had the same awesome concept :D
And I was hooked!
Anne McCaffrey's world of dragons was Awesome!
small dragons, big dragons, riding dragons, conflict with dragons!
COOL!!!
she's remained my favorite source to go back to when I want to read something about dragons.
And though her books are like the redwall books...where they jump back and forth in time and history.
I loved to read them. :)
her books kept the craving of dragons strong in me as I explored (and still am exploring) the different areas of the fantasy genre.
Only....
I found out late last night....that Anne McCaffrey has passed away. Y_Y
She died on November 21st 2011 from a stroke at the age of 85.
and while her son Todd McCaffrey has published books also set in the world of Pern...
I don't think the world will be the same now.
Another great author has passed from our midst.
I only hope that another awesome up and coming writer will appear.
Who will be able to fill the void that Anne McCaffrey filled for so long.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
They're an epic part of the fantasy genre.
Though back in elementary days...I wasn't really aware of them.
I was into mysteries back then, and slowly made my way into fantasy.
but in Jr. High English...I think it was 8th grade.
my teacher, Mrs. Bailey had us read a shot story, about a dragon boy who wanted to get his egg, but due to injuries he missed the hatching. the hatching of a dragon.
I wanted to find out more of that story. Find out what happened!
So I went looking for that story, in a longer version, because it couldn't be just a short version!
(I think the book had excerpts from other books.)
Anyway, there are three sources I found with a similar concept to that book.
One was Jane Yolen with her Pit Dragon trilogy.
The second was Mercedes Lackey's Joust series
and the other, was Anne McCaffrey's Dragon riders of Pern books.
I actually think my Mom brought home a couple of the books from the DI
-because I was into fantasy at that point in time and we went to the DI often. :)
And that's how I was introduced to her...
that or it was the library...I think it was the DI though.
and in one of her books...I think it was the White Dragon.
I finally found the story concept I had read back in English...I don't think it was the same story.
but it had the same awesome concept :D
And I was hooked!
Anne McCaffrey's world of dragons was Awesome!
small dragons, big dragons, riding dragons, conflict with dragons!
COOL!!!
she's remained my favorite source to go back to when I want to read something about dragons.
And though her books are like the redwall books...where they jump back and forth in time and history.
I loved to read them. :)
her books kept the craving of dragons strong in me as I explored (and still am exploring) the different areas of the fantasy genre.
Only....
I found out late last night....that Anne McCaffrey has passed away. Y_Y
She died on November 21st 2011 from a stroke at the age of 85.
and while her son Todd McCaffrey has published books also set in the world of Pern...
I don't think the world will be the same now.
Another great author has passed from our midst.
I only hope that another awesome up and coming writer will appear.
Who will be able to fill the void that Anne McCaffrey filled for so long.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
An Attempt to Abscond
>.>
<.<
Something is up.
I think my bracelets are tired of being MY bracelets.
What happened?
Well...there I was...minding my own business when I randomly reached down to play with my bracelet I had on today and...
It wasn't there.
Automatically I thought that the doppelganger struck again!
I didn't know why it needed another one of my bracelets....but apparently it did.
Soo determined to get it back within the ten minute period I had lost it in.
I went a searching.
And didn't find it in between that one place and the place I had currently been in.
So I got out my phone to send out the sad sad news
That another bracelet had jumped ship and left me.
When I glanced down...
at my left wrist.
The one where I wear my watch and hair ties on.
-bracelets are for the right wrist.
And much to my surprise.
There it was!
On my LEFT wrist.
and I have no idea how it got there.
-And I didn't notice it there right away because I'm used to having jangly things on that wrist..I wouldn't immediately notice (obviously cus I didn't) that it was there.
>.> apparently I'm going to have to keep an eye on this bracelet.
For it seems to have done a practice run of absconding from my wrist.
Or perhaps it tried to escape...but chickened out and just ended up on my left wrist instead.
I'm on to you bracelet. Don't think you can try that sort of thing again!
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
We were in a cabin...on a mountain top...or in a valley near the mountain top.
And it had been snowing so much...
That we were basically locked into the cabin...or snowed in.
At times it seemed more like a cave then a cabin.
But we had to begin rationing our food to make sure that we would survive.
Others didn't like this, and tried to get around it.
And others were chipping at the foundation making the house unstable.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
<.<
Something is up.
I think my bracelets are tired of being MY bracelets.
What happened?
Well...there I was...minding my own business when I randomly reached down to play with my bracelet I had on today and...
It wasn't there.
Automatically I thought that the doppelganger struck again!
I didn't know why it needed another one of my bracelets....but apparently it did.
Soo determined to get it back within the ten minute period I had lost it in.
I went a searching.
And didn't find it in between that one place and the place I had currently been in.
So I got out my phone to send out the sad sad news
That another bracelet had jumped ship and left me.
When I glanced down...
at my left wrist.
The one where I wear my watch and hair ties on.
-bracelets are for the right wrist.
And much to my surprise.
There it was!
On my LEFT wrist.
and I have no idea how it got there.
-And I didn't notice it there right away because I'm used to having jangly things on that wrist..I wouldn't immediately notice (obviously cus I didn't) that it was there.
>.> apparently I'm going to have to keep an eye on this bracelet.
For it seems to have done a practice run of absconding from my wrist.
Or perhaps it tried to escape...but chickened out and just ended up on my left wrist instead.
I'm on to you bracelet. Don't think you can try that sort of thing again!
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
We were in a cabin...on a mountain top...or in a valley near the mountain top.
And it had been snowing so much...
That we were basically locked into the cabin...or snowed in.
At times it seemed more like a cave then a cabin.
But we had to begin rationing our food to make sure that we would survive.
Others didn't like this, and tried to get around it.
And others were chipping at the foundation making the house unstable.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Monday, November 21, 2011
Radio Defeat
I was at war this morning.
I know...its rather early to have a war....before the sun is up.
But it make sense.
For the war was between my alarm clock, and my bed.
Now...that in itself is nothing new.
Wars between the bed and the alarm clock happen all the time.
No, what made this into a more epically epic war was this:
My radio, was playing...>.> <.< Christmas music.
Dun dun dun.
I was rooting for my radio station to actually not play Christmas Music until after thanksgiving.
-I actually couldn't remember if it played Christmas music last year or not.
Apparently it does.
A whole two three days early! Gah!
The radio station was this close *holds fingers a half inch apart* to reaching my goal of not playing the music til after Thanksgiving was over!
THIS CLOSE!
So the war began.
and I had quite the conundrum, because I didn't want to get up.
and I didn't want to listen to Christmas music.
But my bed was warm.
And the music was actually soothing and enjoyable.
>.> it was like a stole a little moment away or something....
It didn't help that my favorite Christmas song came on the radio either.
;) I'll tell you what that song is after Thanksgiving is over. ;) lol.
Anyway in the end....I defeated the radio as well as the bed and got up and ready for the day. :)
However, due to this internal conflict of whether to get up and shut off the radio...
I completely spaced my dream.....sadness. :(
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I know...its rather early to have a war....before the sun is up.
But it make sense.
For the war was between my alarm clock, and my bed.
Now...that in itself is nothing new.
Wars between the bed and the alarm clock happen all the time.
No, what made this into a more epically epic war was this:
My radio, was playing...>.> <.< Christmas music.
Dun dun dun.
I was rooting for my radio station to actually not play Christmas Music until after thanksgiving.
-I actually couldn't remember if it played Christmas music last year or not.
Apparently it does.
A whole two three days early! Gah!
The radio station was this close *holds fingers a half inch apart* to reaching my goal of not playing the music til after Thanksgiving was over!
THIS CLOSE!
So the war began.
and I had quite the conundrum, because I didn't want to get up.
and I didn't want to listen to Christmas music.
But my bed was warm.
And the music was actually soothing and enjoyable.
>.> it was like a stole a little moment away or something....
It didn't help that my favorite Christmas song came on the radio either.
;) I'll tell you what that song is after Thanksgiving is over. ;) lol.
Anyway in the end....I defeated the radio as well as the bed and got up and ready for the day. :)
However, due to this internal conflict of whether to get up and shut off the radio...
I completely spaced my dream.....sadness. :(
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Sunday, November 20, 2011
To Do For Me and To Do For Others
Sunday is always an interesting day for me.
For while in church, I'll have a million thoughts run through my head.
Some of them might be related to stories I'm planning on writing in the future,
Others may be 'connetive thoughts' that keeps me engaged in the lesson being taught or the talk being spoken during the meetings where I can say "Oh yah! I've done that too!" and I'll stay engaged.
And finally others...will be thoughts on things I can do.
the Do part is rather vague. However it usually ends up in two categories. What can I do for myself? and what can I do for others?
The do for myself usually ends up being a "To Do" list where I plan how I will spend the rest of my day after I'm done with church.
The other part of the Dos are just thoughts that connect to others. Like "I should call my mom and see if she wants to go see a movie with me." -I want to go see Breaking Dawn, and most of my friends and the rest of my family...isn't that into Twlight. Well they are...in the "Lets go make fun of it sense" but I just want to go see it because I actually like the books. (I like Harry Potter as well. Yes I like both series. So there! :P lol.) -Anyway back on topic. Other thoughts are "I should visit so and so and return that CD, or I should clean up the apartment for my sister, like start laundry. Or we should go visit so and so. Invite so and so to this thing, Tell so and so who is struggling that I can help them out."
Most of the time I only follow through on a couple of ideas from The Do for me and the Do for others list. Okay Do for Me usually has more done then Do for Others.
Yet, I think that I'm going to try and act out more often on the "Do for others" list.
Because I'm getting tired of feeling guilty for not acting out on these thoughts I get in church.
I do get them for a reason after all.
I should act upon them,
and stop acting upon what I want to do. What I need to do.
What I need/want to do will get done in time.
But perhaps with the other individual...this is a one time opportunity that is being missed.
Or maybe the window is only open for so long. that would be a better use of phrasing. :)
lol I hope that I can do better....
We'll see how determined (*coughstubborncough*) I am in doing or not doing this in the future. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I think it started out with my sister losing a baby tooth she's had for a while and getting a replacement tooth to replace it.
But then...I was eating something, and my front tooth got another chip in it. Same spot as the one I chipped last time, but it was bigger. like a third of my tooth was gone, and it had another chip to the right of it...so i looked rather freaky. And to make matters worse, the tooth after the tooth after the tooth I chipped...was loose. and It kept getting looser and looser and then it FELL OUT!
*GASP!*
And it seemed like the teeth were having a party because like three more of them fell out of the left side of my mouth.
My mom said it was because my bottom eye tooth had been rubbing between the two teeth above it, which basically made everything weaker....evil eye tooth...it looked like a sharp shark's tooth. It was odd...and I went to show my dad that I'd lost like 5 teeth...it seemed like everytime I looked at my hands which were holding the teeth there were more of them. And I could feel the gaps and spaces where my teeth had been..
Well my dad basically looked at them and said "Oh...that's too bad."
And I was like "WELL FIX IT!!"
He didn't really care though. :(
----This was a freaky enough dream that I woke up briefly and checked my teeth to make sure that they were still there before falling back asleep-----
My family had just moved into a big new house. I was part of a huge family...five or six...seven...kids. And we basically all had our bedrooms in the attic. We weren't happy there. Mostly because we never really saw our dad. He was always off building or inventing something and we were miserable.
Well my dad decided to sell the house....and there was this family...with spoiled rotten kids who were coming in to check it out and buy the house...which I wasn't happy about because I was actually liking the house, and my siblings and I were playing a rather tense game of "don't let the other family see us!" It was bad if they did...anyway we were up in the attic and I wanted to get down to the floor below us...quickly so I went searching for a secret passage or something.
And I found one!
I opened up the lid to a box...and there was a chair sitting inside of it. And when I removed the chair...(it was like a mini elevator thing for food) I could get down!
Well that was exciting enough that I began searching all over the house for more secret passageways that my dad may have built.
I had to hurry quickly though because we were loading up the car and moving up.
So I went searching.
And I kept finding things.
Rooms that I hadn't been into. The house apparently went on alot further then I had ever dreamed it would go on for I found rooms and within those rooms were passageways or stairways or other ways to get to another room one level down or one level across....
Oh man, I was having the time of my life exploring.
Because oddly enough...though I felt like I was going down many levels.
The rooms remained naturally lit with light...
And there was alot of green grass everywhere outside...like we were in the middle of rolling green hills.
It was cool!
And then I got to a point where it was a hallway with lots of doors leading off of it.
And when I looked in...
()_()
There were family in it!
Like my family...extended family from my Mom's side.
Kelly and one of her older brothers, and the winder family and other mom's side family people.
And I couldn't believe that my dad was actually considering selling this place because everything was SO COOL!! Plus...he was giving other family members a home.
Though they had a strict 'no animals in the house' policy...which the winder kids had trouble keeping...somewhat, they're...bulldog...it looked like Chance off of Homeward Bound kept getting into the house...its name was Bruce, they had another dog named Frodo as well...but Bruce left a big yellow spot on the carpet that my mom demanded get cleaned out immediately.
And I ended up outside, marveling at how awesome my dad was at designing this place....
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
For while in church, I'll have a million thoughts run through my head.
Some of them might be related to stories I'm planning on writing in the future,
Others may be 'connetive thoughts' that keeps me engaged in the lesson being taught or the talk being spoken during the meetings where I can say "Oh yah! I've done that too!" and I'll stay engaged.
And finally others...will be thoughts on things I can do.
the Do part is rather vague. However it usually ends up in two categories. What can I do for myself? and what can I do for others?
The do for myself usually ends up being a "To Do" list where I plan how I will spend the rest of my day after I'm done with church.
The other part of the Dos are just thoughts that connect to others. Like "I should call my mom and see if she wants to go see a movie with me." -I want to go see Breaking Dawn, and most of my friends and the rest of my family...isn't that into Twlight. Well they are...in the "Lets go make fun of it sense" but I just want to go see it because I actually like the books. (I like Harry Potter as well. Yes I like both series. So there! :P lol.) -Anyway back on topic. Other thoughts are "I should visit so and so and return that CD, or I should clean up the apartment for my sister, like start laundry. Or we should go visit so and so. Invite so and so to this thing, Tell so and so who is struggling that I can help them out."
Most of the time I only follow through on a couple of ideas from The Do for me and the Do for others list. Okay Do for Me usually has more done then Do for Others.
Yet, I think that I'm going to try and act out more often on the "Do for others" list.
Because I'm getting tired of feeling guilty for not acting out on these thoughts I get in church.
I do get them for a reason after all.
I should act upon them,
and stop acting upon what I want to do. What I need to do.
What I need/want to do will get done in time.
But perhaps with the other individual...this is a one time opportunity that is being missed.
Or maybe the window is only open for so long. that would be a better use of phrasing. :)
lol I hope that I can do better....
We'll see how determined (*coughstubborncough*) I am in doing or not doing this in the future. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I think it started out with my sister losing a baby tooth she's had for a while and getting a replacement tooth to replace it.
But then...I was eating something, and my front tooth got another chip in it. Same spot as the one I chipped last time, but it was bigger. like a third of my tooth was gone, and it had another chip to the right of it...so i looked rather freaky. And to make matters worse, the tooth after the tooth after the tooth I chipped...was loose. and It kept getting looser and looser and then it FELL OUT!
*GASP!*
And it seemed like the teeth were having a party because like three more of them fell out of the left side of my mouth.
My mom said it was because my bottom eye tooth had been rubbing between the two teeth above it, which basically made everything weaker....evil eye tooth...it looked like a sharp shark's tooth. It was odd...and I went to show my dad that I'd lost like 5 teeth...it seemed like everytime I looked at my hands which were holding the teeth there were more of them. And I could feel the gaps and spaces where my teeth had been..
Well my dad basically looked at them and said "Oh...that's too bad."
And I was like "WELL FIX IT!!"
He didn't really care though. :(
----This was a freaky enough dream that I woke up briefly and checked my teeth to make sure that they were still there before falling back asleep-----
My family had just moved into a big new house. I was part of a huge family...five or six...seven...kids. And we basically all had our bedrooms in the attic. We weren't happy there. Mostly because we never really saw our dad. He was always off building or inventing something and we were miserable.
Well my dad decided to sell the house....and there was this family...with spoiled rotten kids who were coming in to check it out and buy the house...which I wasn't happy about because I was actually liking the house, and my siblings and I were playing a rather tense game of "don't let the other family see us!" It was bad if they did...anyway we were up in the attic and I wanted to get down to the floor below us...quickly so I went searching for a secret passage or something.
And I found one!
I opened up the lid to a box...and there was a chair sitting inside of it. And when I removed the chair...(it was like a mini elevator thing for food) I could get down!
Well that was exciting enough that I began searching all over the house for more secret passageways that my dad may have built.
I had to hurry quickly though because we were loading up the car and moving up.
So I went searching.
And I kept finding things.
Rooms that I hadn't been into. The house apparently went on alot further then I had ever dreamed it would go on for I found rooms and within those rooms were passageways or stairways or other ways to get to another room one level down or one level across....
Oh man, I was having the time of my life exploring.
Because oddly enough...though I felt like I was going down many levels.
The rooms remained naturally lit with light...
And there was alot of green grass everywhere outside...like we were in the middle of rolling green hills.
It was cool!
And then I got to a point where it was a hallway with lots of doors leading off of it.
And when I looked in...
()_()
There were family in it!
Like my family...extended family from my Mom's side.
Kelly and one of her older brothers, and the winder family and other mom's side family people.
And I couldn't believe that my dad was actually considering selling this place because everything was SO COOL!! Plus...he was giving other family members a home.
Though they had a strict 'no animals in the house' policy...which the winder kids had trouble keeping...somewhat, they're...bulldog...it looked like Chance off of Homeward Bound kept getting into the house...its name was Bruce, they had another dog named Frodo as well...but Bruce left a big yellow spot on the carpet that my mom demanded get cleaned out immediately.
And I ended up outside, marveling at how awesome my dad was at designing this place....
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Not the Same Name
I had a revelation the other day.
I know people.
That have.
THE SAME
NAME
as other people.
>.>
<.<
Gasp!
Its a shocker. I know.
;) haha.
Okay so its not that much of a revelation.
Its more of an "Ah Ha!" moment.
Because I did realize that I know people by the same name.
But I know people by the same name!
Weird....
It's like when I'm with an individual with that name, all other individuals by that same name disappear from my memory so that there is only one person by that name. Until I leave them then I run into another person by the same name.
It only clicks that they have the same name...afterwards.
Unless they have MY name. Oooo >.> Then I know they have my name.
Anyway, I made this observation to Kikay last night.
And she said....
That the reason why I don't really connect people having the same name as having the same name...
Is because I focus more on the person's personality then their name.
And each person has a different personality.
Which actually makes alot of sense know that I'm typing this down.
Because I tend to think of similar personalities as being the same person....
Usually its whatever individual I've known longer.
But I think "They're like so and so" more often then "Hey! You have the same name as so and so!"
So yah....maybe that's why I have to make an effort to know/remember people's names.
It's because I focus more on the personality of a person instead of their name.
Hence why I don't always equate knowing more then one person by the same name...
because they don't have the same name. They don't have the same personality therefore their name is not the same. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was going door to door trying to sell a fancy cake pan that would create cool designs in the cake due to the lid, and it looked deceptively not like a cake pan. I was kinda just in the background as a woman and another man took the lead in trying to convince people to buy the pan for...charity...to help something or another. The family we were trying to sell to wasn't convinced so the guy asked for a glass of water and then said that 'this is free' and proceeded to take out two small magnet balls which would 'magnetize stuff' because he stuck it in the bottom of the cup for a minute then using the second magnet ball pulled it up out of the water and then if you stuck your hand into the water and touched the bottom of the cup then drew your hand upwards...the cup came with it! it was like your hand had now become a magnet! He did this with another object that wasn't metal...I can't remember what it was. But I thought it was really cool. Plus the magnet balls were strong enough that even from four or so inches away (the size of a cup) you could influence the magnet. I could create small whirlpools in the water by holding one magnet and having the other one at the bottom of the clear cup. That was alot of fun, I spent alot of time just making whirlpools in the water.
But then I was at a park testing out the magnets to see if they had potential...destructive capabilities.So I had a marble and I was testing it on this slide..it was a low angled slide...so not very steep and short too, at the same time a little boy was sliding on it. The slide was a metallic green blue color that had the magnetic balls moving with in. So I sent one of my magnetic balls down the slide....and things went hectic. They went everywhere.
P.O.V shift. The swing sets were empty and I liked to swing on the swings so I went over there and started swinging. Another woman came over and began to swing as well next to Edward Cullen getting pretty high, when things went...wild...it might have had something to do with the magnetic balls. But suddenly everything went haywire and the woman was in trouble so somehow Edward thinking quickly and not really caring that his vampire abilities were going to be exposed moved his swing under her swing and caught the woman as they tumbled through the air. He managed to grab her with one hand and twist cat-like so that he landed on the ground and not her so that she would not be injured. He rolled away from her as the angry....well he was an older man I dont' know if it was husband or grandfather came up to the woman dressed in her fancy pearl earrings and made sure that she was alright. I immediately began going around picking up all the marble magnets by holding one over the wood chips and basically 'calling' the other magnets to it as I passed over them. I ended up with a bunch because the magnet marbles had become popular with people everywhere so everyone had them and some would wear them as bracelets and such...which meant that they were...more rich or something....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
I know people.
That have.
THE SAME
NAME
as other people.
>.>
<.<
Gasp!
Its a shocker. I know.
;) haha.
Okay so its not that much of a revelation.
Its more of an "Ah Ha!" moment.
Because I did realize that I know people by the same name.
But I know people by the same name!
Weird....
It's like when I'm with an individual with that name, all other individuals by that same name disappear from my memory so that there is only one person by that name. Until I leave them then I run into another person by the same name.
It only clicks that they have the same name...afterwards.
Unless they have MY name. Oooo >.> Then I know they have my name.
Anyway, I made this observation to Kikay last night.
And she said....
That the reason why I don't really connect people having the same name as having the same name...
Is because I focus more on the person's personality then their name.
And each person has a different personality.
Which actually makes alot of sense know that I'm typing this down.
Because I tend to think of similar personalities as being the same person....
Usually its whatever individual I've known longer.
But I think "They're like so and so" more often then "Hey! You have the same name as so and so!"
So yah....maybe that's why I have to make an effort to know/remember people's names.
It's because I focus more on the personality of a person instead of their name.
Hence why I don't always equate knowing more then one person by the same name...
because they don't have the same name. They don't have the same personality therefore their name is not the same. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was going door to door trying to sell a fancy cake pan that would create cool designs in the cake due to the lid, and it looked deceptively not like a cake pan. I was kinda just in the background as a woman and another man took the lead in trying to convince people to buy the pan for...charity...to help something or another. The family we were trying to sell to wasn't convinced so the guy asked for a glass of water and then said that 'this is free' and proceeded to take out two small magnet balls which would 'magnetize stuff' because he stuck it in the bottom of the cup for a minute then using the second magnet ball pulled it up out of the water and then if you stuck your hand into the water and touched the bottom of the cup then drew your hand upwards...the cup came with it! it was like your hand had now become a magnet! He did this with another object that wasn't metal...I can't remember what it was. But I thought it was really cool. Plus the magnet balls were strong enough that even from four or so inches away (the size of a cup) you could influence the magnet. I could create small whirlpools in the water by holding one magnet and having the other one at the bottom of the clear cup. That was alot of fun, I spent alot of time just making whirlpools in the water.
But then I was at a park testing out the magnets to see if they had potential...destructive capabilities.So I had a marble and I was testing it on this slide..it was a low angled slide...so not very steep and short too, at the same time a little boy was sliding on it. The slide was a metallic green blue color that had the magnetic balls moving with in. So I sent one of my magnetic balls down the slide....and things went hectic. They went everywhere.
P.O.V shift. The swing sets were empty and I liked to swing on the swings so I went over there and started swinging. Another woman came over and began to swing as well next to Edward Cullen getting pretty high, when things went...wild...it might have had something to do with the magnetic balls. But suddenly everything went haywire and the woman was in trouble so somehow Edward thinking quickly and not really caring that his vampire abilities were going to be exposed moved his swing under her swing and caught the woman as they tumbled through the air. He managed to grab her with one hand and twist cat-like so that he landed on the ground and not her so that she would not be injured. He rolled away from her as the angry....well he was an older man I dont' know if it was husband or grandfather came up to the woman dressed in her fancy pearl earrings and made sure that she was alright. I immediately began going around picking up all the marble magnets by holding one over the wood chips and basically 'calling' the other magnets to it as I passed over them. I ended up with a bunch because the magnet marbles had become popular with people everywhere so everyone had them and some would wear them as bracelets and such...which meant that they were...more rich or something....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Friday, November 18, 2011
Clogged
Pressure.
In my head.
why?
I laid down.
Seems rather anti climactic.
But the result was rather dramatic.
Because it was rather bothersome.
What was it?
I plugged up my ear.
Soooo SOOOO Annoying!
Especially when you can't get it to go away!
I think it's because I'm slightly sick.
But for some reason the past week or so when I've laid down on my left side.
My ear ends up getting plugged up.
>.< Go away!!
lol so for the past week my ear has felt...a bit under the weather just because it doesn't feel totally clear.
Today I took a nap...and woke up with my ear plugged.
I think I irritated that ear by trying to clear it.
But it is finally clear again!
But now it aches from the clearing.
(it involved heat, water, and pressure)
Still...its odd to have half your head clogged up.
Things sound different.
It was a different perspective.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I had come through a portal that was filled with water and I was running up a narrow canyon place, needing to do something real quick in this world, to save a life before having to make my way back into my own world, though I was worried about going through the portal because the tide was rising...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
In my head.
why?
I laid down.
Seems rather anti climactic.
But the result was rather dramatic.
Because it was rather bothersome.
What was it?
I plugged up my ear.
Soooo SOOOO Annoying!
Especially when you can't get it to go away!
I think it's because I'm slightly sick.
But for some reason the past week or so when I've laid down on my left side.
My ear ends up getting plugged up.
>.< Go away!!
lol so for the past week my ear has felt...a bit under the weather just because it doesn't feel totally clear.
Today I took a nap...and woke up with my ear plugged.
I think I irritated that ear by trying to clear it.
But it is finally clear again!
But now it aches from the clearing.
(it involved heat, water, and pressure)
Still...its odd to have half your head clogged up.
Things sound different.
It was a different perspective.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I had come through a portal that was filled with water and I was running up a narrow canyon place, needing to do something real quick in this world, to save a life before having to make my way back into my own world, though I was worried about going through the portal because the tide was rising...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Institute Parking
So my institute has this awesome deal...
Where if you agree to attend a class....like more then 75% of the time.
Then you can get a parking pass!
...for $5.
Hey, its FIVE dollars!
Which is way better then the school parking....where its like $80....
So $5 parking.....only, its hard to find a parking spot close to the school and not out in outerdarkness....which it can't really be outerdarkness....because the outerdarkness parking is located at the double churches....so its Timbuktu parking.
Anyway It's a negligible cost....because you only have to pay $5 once. And as long as you go to institute....you can renew your pass for no added cost :D yay!
Speaking of cost....
The $80 parking pass....yah, depending on when you arrive...there's no parking there either...at least with institute one can always find a spot!...even if it is in Timbuktu but one just has to be persistent. For as the semester heads towards a close....more spots open up as people drop out of classes :) Woot!
Speaking of costs and such....
I had to fill out a survey...okay I filled it out voluntarily...I could have just ignored me. It was from the school, and they asked me how much I'd be willing to pay if the school built one of those car plex things...multi leveled parking garages...and always be guaranteed a spot.
The first option was $100...no wait maybe it was $200 and it went all the way up to $1000
O.o
Dudes!
COLLEGE STUDENTS!
THAT means POOR!!
*shakes head* that would be a waste of space...but then again...people pay $80 for parking. Anyway I put down option "I would not pay this."
Because I get $5 parking (which is like $1.25 per year...if you go for four years. Totally worth it!) ....and I just have to attend class like everyday...which is the point of school isn't it? To attend class?
But there is the parking issue. See...if you don't get to school before like 8:00am...earlier in the semester it was like 7:30am. Close parking is FULL. So one has to go park in Timbuktu until like...1:00pm or so though Kikay tells me if you show up like ten minutes after the hour then there are spots to be found...then you can start finding spots....but like on Mondays and Tuesday nights...the lot is randomly full....yah I don't get it...but the main purpose is....Parking can always be found! :)
And for that I am grateful :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I had to go to the bathroom. So I slipped inside and went to a stall on the far wall. I shut the stall door and locked it. But then a boy, tall darkhaired, with glasses, a creepy smile...I think he was called Jared and he was a bit mentally disabled. But he was staring at me through the crack in the stall door. His eye was really big.... *shudders* and I basically freaked out. For one it was the girls bathroom. and for two...apparently the door wasn't locked like I thought it was. So he opened the door and I thought he was extremely rude to do so so I fought back...but he had...discombobulated me enough that I tore off my coat strings instead of using TP...and anyway I ran out of the bathroom in hysterics and found one of my Institute teachers Brother S to tell him what had happened and how it had freaked me out. I had to tell him in between other people needing to talk to him as well as having to move to different rooms, but eventually I got the story out and such about why it was so disturbing...
When I was suddenly part of a royal ball...I was basically the girlfriend to the King...and I had a heavy secret to hide, because I wasn't actually part of that world. I had come from the future to the past and I was just trying to blend in when the king had singled me out. And there were others who knew my secret and were using it as blackmail to make me do what they wanted which would result in the king not liking me anymore so I had to tread carefully until I could figure out how to tell the king that I was basically a spy...but I didn't want to be. I was standing in a mirror trying on different dresses and such for a royal ball. They were mostly blue but there were some red and black ones. I was wearing...a blue dress that had a large flower on the neck that would draw in the dress so it was more modest instead of hanging off of my shoulders, when the king came in looking very dashing in red and black, (I think that I was now wearing red and black) but of a different patterning. and he said I looked beautiful in the dress. I complimented him back and asked if he was ready to go to the ball....we were then doing something with an electronic gate and a card to let us into the parking lot...and I was debating about whether or not to tell him the truth as I sipped my punch at the party...
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Where if you agree to attend a class....like more then 75% of the time.
Then you can get a parking pass!
...for $5.
Hey, its FIVE dollars!
Which is way better then the school parking....where its like $80....
So $5 parking.....only, its hard to find a parking spot close to the school and not out in outerdarkness....which it can't really be outerdarkness....because the outerdarkness parking is located at the double churches....so its Timbuktu parking.
Anyway It's a negligible cost....because you only have to pay $5 once. And as long as you go to institute....you can renew your pass for no added cost :D yay!
Speaking of cost....
The $80 parking pass....yah, depending on when you arrive...there's no parking there either...at least with institute one can always find a spot!...even if it is in Timbuktu but one just has to be persistent. For as the semester heads towards a close....more spots open up as people drop out of classes :) Woot!
Speaking of costs and such....
I had to fill out a survey...okay I filled it out voluntarily...I could have just ignored me. It was from the school, and they asked me how much I'd be willing to pay if the school built one of those car plex things...multi leveled parking garages...and always be guaranteed a spot.
The first option was $100...no wait maybe it was $200 and it went all the way up to $1000
O.o
Dudes!
COLLEGE STUDENTS!
THAT means POOR!!
*shakes head* that would be a waste of space...but then again...people pay $80 for parking. Anyway I put down option "I would not pay this."
Because I get $5 parking (which is like $1.25 per year...if you go for four years. Totally worth it!) ....and I just have to attend class like everyday...which is the point of school isn't it? To attend class?
But there is the parking issue. See...if you don't get to school before like 8:00am...earlier in the semester it was like 7:30am. Close parking is FULL. So one has to go park in Timbuktu until like...1:00pm or so though Kikay tells me if you show up like ten minutes after the hour then there are spots to be found...then you can start finding spots....but like on Mondays and Tuesday nights...the lot is randomly full....yah I don't get it...but the main purpose is....Parking can always be found! :)
And for that I am grateful :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I had to go to the bathroom. So I slipped inside and went to a stall on the far wall. I shut the stall door and locked it. But then a boy, tall darkhaired, with glasses, a creepy smile...I think he was called Jared and he was a bit mentally disabled. But he was staring at me through the crack in the stall door. His eye was really big.... *shudders* and I basically freaked out. For one it was the girls bathroom. and for two...apparently the door wasn't locked like I thought it was. So he opened the door and I thought he was extremely rude to do so so I fought back...but he had...discombobulated me enough that I tore off my coat strings instead of using TP...and anyway I ran out of the bathroom in hysterics and found one of my Institute teachers Brother S to tell him what had happened and how it had freaked me out. I had to tell him in between other people needing to talk to him as well as having to move to different rooms, but eventually I got the story out and such about why it was so disturbing...
When I was suddenly part of a royal ball...I was basically the girlfriend to the King...and I had a heavy secret to hide, because I wasn't actually part of that world. I had come from the future to the past and I was just trying to blend in when the king had singled me out. And there were others who knew my secret and were using it as blackmail to make me do what they wanted which would result in the king not liking me anymore so I had to tread carefully until I could figure out how to tell the king that I was basically a spy...but I didn't want to be. I was standing in a mirror trying on different dresses and such for a royal ball. They were mostly blue but there were some red and black ones. I was wearing...a blue dress that had a large flower on the neck that would draw in the dress so it was more modest instead of hanging off of my shoulders, when the king came in looking very dashing in red and black, (I think that I was now wearing red and black) but of a different patterning. and he said I looked beautiful in the dress. I complimented him back and asked if he was ready to go to the ball....we were then doing something with an electronic gate and a card to let us into the parking lot...and I was debating about whether or not to tell him the truth as I sipped my punch at the party...
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Inter*---*rupted
Have I mentioned before that I don't like being interrupted?
....I'm not sure I have....but this topic does sound familiar....so sorry for the similarities if you spot any.... ;) doppelgangers have been on my mind since I lost my bracelet. >.> <.<
Anywho.
I've decided that people process things differently.
...yah...this might be rather obvious.
But they do.
Especially when they're explaining things.
Its like going back to learning a language...for they literally might be speaking a different language.
Why? Well...usually the 'important' thing in language comes first....like the Object, or the Verb, or the Pronoun, or the Time...Depending on the language one might come first or the other.
Its the same concept when explaining.
What I find important for you to know first...
other people may not find important and they're trying to figure out how its important.
And also like Languages....Explanations have their own 'sentence' structure.
So if you interrupt a person in the middle of the sentence...
Well of course you won't understand what they're trying to explain!
It would be like If I started to say "The dog ate----*interrupted* ate the what? ate the what?!
Well of course you wouldn't know what it ate.
YOU DIDN'T LET ME FINISH THE SENTENCE!
I think in order to understand what is trying to be explained....
One should wait for the whole explanation to run its course.
Wait for that period.
And THEN ask the questions.
Because when I'm explaining...I am following a train of thought, I have a set plan on what I'm going to say when and where...and being interrupted....basically the train went off the tracks....and if it was crossing over a bridge....man, its not coming back.
And if you interrupt me and ask a question....it may discombobulate me....because I might have been on a totally different train of thought that almost connects to your question....and you think it does...but I don't.
So when the "I don't understand" concept comes up....
I have to come back to you with the same question. "I don't understand either."
What is there not to be understand? I may think to myself...I just BARELY started the explanation....
and that's where the whole "different language sentence structure" thing comes in. Some people are looking for the Subject, when I start with the Verb. Or maybe the Time....
I haven't gotten the whole concept out on the table, the whole sentence out before I'm interrupted.
>.>
Yah...I'm trying to figure out a nice polite way to say. "LET ME FINISH!!!!" the next time I need to explain something...its that...or finding a new place to start that explanation...I need to figure out the Subject and start with that instead of with the Verb or something.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was with my sister on a college road trip...it was more for her then for me, but the teacher invited me to come along on this adventure that started off with skiing in the mountains.
Actually we first arrived at the cabin and picked the couches/beds we wanted to sleep on. I had picked one but ended up switching with another girl for a different one.
I hadn't come that prepared, I had the wrong shoes, no coat...and the like.
And we were going up into the mountains via a ski lift to go skiing when I had never skied before...so this was going to be interesting. And the teacher as he talked seemed to make it look like this was some relay for a scholarship or something and that the other relays involved hiking and swimming, maybe jumping off of something...and somehow we ended up in my backyard and I was climbing onto the shed by the house to hop over the fence to get in the front yard (the backyard was lower then the front yard)
then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
....I'm not sure I have....but this topic does sound familiar....so sorry for the similarities if you spot any.... ;) doppelgangers have been on my mind since I lost my bracelet. >.> <.<
Anywho.
I've decided that people process things differently.
...yah...this might be rather obvious.
But they do.
Especially when they're explaining things.
Its like going back to learning a language...for they literally might be speaking a different language.
Why? Well...usually the 'important' thing in language comes first....like the Object, or the Verb, or the Pronoun, or the Time...Depending on the language one might come first or the other.
Its the same concept when explaining.
What I find important for you to know first...
other people may not find important and they're trying to figure out how its important.
And also like Languages....Explanations have their own 'sentence' structure.
So if you interrupt a person in the middle of the sentence...
Well of course you won't understand what they're trying to explain!
It would be like If I started to say "The dog ate----*interrupted* ate the what? ate the what?!
Well of course you wouldn't know what it ate.
YOU DIDN'T LET ME FINISH THE SENTENCE!
I think in order to understand what is trying to be explained....
One should wait for the whole explanation to run its course.
Wait for that period.
And THEN ask the questions.
Because when I'm explaining...I am following a train of thought, I have a set plan on what I'm going to say when and where...and being interrupted....basically the train went off the tracks....and if it was crossing over a bridge....man, its not coming back.
And if you interrupt me and ask a question....it may discombobulate me....because I might have been on a totally different train of thought that almost connects to your question....and you think it does...but I don't.
So when the "I don't understand" concept comes up....
I have to come back to you with the same question. "I don't understand either."
What is there not to be understand? I may think to myself...I just BARELY started the explanation....
and that's where the whole "different language sentence structure" thing comes in. Some people are looking for the Subject, when I start with the Verb. Or maybe the Time....
I haven't gotten the whole concept out on the table, the whole sentence out before I'm interrupted.
>.>
Yah...I'm trying to figure out a nice polite way to say. "LET ME FINISH!!!!" the next time I need to explain something...its that...or finding a new place to start that explanation...I need to figure out the Subject and start with that instead of with the Verb or something.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was with my sister on a college road trip...it was more for her then for me, but the teacher invited me to come along on this adventure that started off with skiing in the mountains.
Actually we first arrived at the cabin and picked the couches/beds we wanted to sleep on. I had picked one but ended up switching with another girl for a different one.
I hadn't come that prepared, I had the wrong shoes, no coat...and the like.
And we were going up into the mountains via a ski lift to go skiing when I had never skied before...so this was going to be interesting. And the teacher as he talked seemed to make it look like this was some relay for a scholarship or something and that the other relays involved hiking and swimming, maybe jumping off of something...and somehow we ended up in my backyard and I was climbing onto the shed by the house to hop over the fence to get in the front yard (the backyard was lower then the front yard)
then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Lost Among the Leaves
>.>
<.<
Don't tell anyone else this....
But I think, someone is trying to duplicate me.
Now don't go thinking I'm all crazy and that...because I'm not!
I am serious. Someone is trying to duplicate me.
What proof do I have?
Missing. Jewelry.
You heard me.
Missing Jewelry!
It started a year and a half ago. When my watch suddenly disappeared off my wrist as I was climbing up some stairs. It was there one second, then it was gone the next and I wasn't able to find it ever again.
Then like a year ago I lost one of my favorite necklaces when I walked to school one day. Again, I searched high, and I searched low. No sign of it.
And finally! Today!
*sniff* Y_Y I lost one of my favorite bracelets. It was a leather one I had gotten at a rendezvous. It had been cut and painted so that it looked like leaves on a vine wrapped around my wrist. It was awesome! I put it on today, and in my 2nd class....I noticed it wasn't there anymore.
Total Heartbreak.
I looked high low and all over where I'd been when I had time to look..
No dice. Y_Y
ITS GONE!!! *sniff sob sniff*
>.> <.<
Which leads me to conclude that some spectral spirit is trying to duplicate me.
For they have my watch, necklace, and bracelet.
All they need now is to take one of my rings from off my finger....and the clone will be complete!
:( *sighs* I want my bracelet back. The necklace too....
I hope whoever has it likes it....because I liked it and I would rather it was being worn instead of smashed to pieces.
>.> though if I do see a clone of me wandering around...I'll be sure to see if they have my stuff too.
Still...I found it rather interesting.
I lost my bracelet and as soon as I go the chance I went looking for it.
I was praying fiercely as I scanned the path before me back and forth and back and forth.
I was totally focused. I would find my bracelet.
I would.
And then I hear a voice. "Hey Sarnic!"
I look up....and see my old roommate Almar and my other ASL friend Kripet going through the halls.
That was a momentary distraction...then I was back on the hunt until I had to dash to my classes.
Finally when my school day was over...
I again went searching, fiercely praying.
I will find my bracelet, help me find my bracelet, I want my bracelet back.
-Do you know that its hard to find a bracelet with leaves on it...when there are leaves on the ground. I might have walked past it a hundred times today and not seen it for the leaves. But anyway, I was praying....
And wouldn't you know it....
I randomly ran into my Aunt and Uncle on campus as they headed to their class there.
Lets just say I noticed.
I didn't need a third meeting today.
I halfway viewed it as a: Look Sarnic, stop worrying about the bracelet. Instead focus on your family and friends. Interact with them, the real life people, and not the material objects that will wear out and break.
>.< grrrr I'm rather stubborn. So i did look for my bracelet on my way home....
But I did get the message.
Family and Friends are the more important focus on those relationships because those will last longer then any objects I have.
*sighs* Maybe I'll find my bracelet tomorrow ;) lol. Like I said I'm stubborn, but I can recognize the message that is being sent to me as an answer to my prayer. Its not the answer I wanted, but it is an answer. :)
Something will happen because of this moment....
I wonder what though... :)
....I liked that bracelet.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
<.<
Don't tell anyone else this....
But I think, someone is trying to duplicate me.
Now don't go thinking I'm all crazy and that...because I'm not!
I am serious. Someone is trying to duplicate me.
What proof do I have?
Missing. Jewelry.
You heard me.
Missing Jewelry!
It started a year and a half ago. When my watch suddenly disappeared off my wrist as I was climbing up some stairs. It was there one second, then it was gone the next and I wasn't able to find it ever again.
Then like a year ago I lost one of my favorite necklaces when I walked to school one day. Again, I searched high, and I searched low. No sign of it.
And finally! Today!
*sniff* Y_Y I lost one of my favorite bracelets. It was a leather one I had gotten at a rendezvous. It had been cut and painted so that it looked like leaves on a vine wrapped around my wrist. It was awesome! I put it on today, and in my 2nd class....I noticed it wasn't there anymore.
Total Heartbreak.
I looked high low and all over where I'd been when I had time to look..
No dice. Y_Y
ITS GONE!!! *sniff sob sniff*
>.> <.<
Which leads me to conclude that some spectral spirit is trying to duplicate me.
For they have my watch, necklace, and bracelet.
All they need now is to take one of my rings from off my finger....and the clone will be complete!
:( *sighs* I want my bracelet back. The necklace too....
I hope whoever has it likes it....because I liked it and I would rather it was being worn instead of smashed to pieces.
>.> though if I do see a clone of me wandering around...I'll be sure to see if they have my stuff too.
Still...I found it rather interesting.
I lost my bracelet and as soon as I go the chance I went looking for it.
I was praying fiercely as I scanned the path before me back and forth and back and forth.
I was totally focused. I would find my bracelet.
I would.
And then I hear a voice. "Hey Sarnic!"
I look up....and see my old roommate Almar and my other ASL friend Kripet going through the halls.
That was a momentary distraction...then I was back on the hunt until I had to dash to my classes.
Finally when my school day was over...
I again went searching, fiercely praying.
I will find my bracelet, help me find my bracelet, I want my bracelet back.
-Do you know that its hard to find a bracelet with leaves on it...when there are leaves on the ground. I might have walked past it a hundred times today and not seen it for the leaves. But anyway, I was praying....
And wouldn't you know it....
I randomly ran into my Aunt and Uncle on campus as they headed to their class there.
Lets just say I noticed.
I didn't need a third meeting today.
I halfway viewed it as a: Look Sarnic, stop worrying about the bracelet. Instead focus on your family and friends. Interact with them, the real life people, and not the material objects that will wear out and break.
>.< grrrr I'm rather stubborn. So i did look for my bracelet on my way home....
But I did get the message.
Family and Friends are the more important focus on those relationships because those will last longer then any objects I have.
*sighs* Maybe I'll find my bracelet tomorrow ;) lol. Like I said I'm stubborn, but I can recognize the message that is being sent to me as an answer to my prayer. Its not the answer I wanted, but it is an answer. :)
Something will happen because of this moment....
I wonder what though... :)
....I liked that bracelet.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Monday, November 14, 2011
Spiritual Music Lessons
Soo...
In one of my Institute classes....I play the piano for the opening hymn.
I'm not an...expert at the hymns, but I can play the top hand to most of them.
Lol if I had easier access to a piano at home and the time to practice, I would get better at the hymns.
I'm halfway looking forward to Thanksgiving break, for I'll be heading home for the holiday, and there is a piano at home I can play to my heart's content (when Kikay isn't getting her fill of it as well lol)
Anyway, I have two hymns that are my fallback hymns when I don't feel like trying. When I'm having an off day and I don't want to have to think about playing.
Those are: Now Let us Rejoice, and We Thank Thee Oh God For A Prophet.
But every now and then I'll try to play a different song.
And its weird, in this institute class...-The book of Isaiah- I somehow manage more often then not to pick hymns that go along with the subject of the day.
;) Its not that hard for Now Let us Rejoice because it talks about Israel and Isaiah talks about Israel...
but when I play random songs....like the one I picked today was "Let us all sing kind words to each other." I picked it because Thanksgiving is coming up and I thought it was appropriate.
But...oddly enough it went with the Isaiah chapter for today; Chapter 52 as well.
I think those moments of 'working together' is awesome where I'm influenced to play a song that works with today's lesson and perhaps somehow the song helped out a person in need today. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved me driving in a narrow stairwell type of thing in a small moving truck. It was rusty and old this stairwell type of place.
The rest of the dream faded from memory :(
-S.N.D
In one of my Institute classes....I play the piano for the opening hymn.
I'm not an...expert at the hymns, but I can play the top hand to most of them.
Lol if I had easier access to a piano at home and the time to practice, I would get better at the hymns.
I'm halfway looking forward to Thanksgiving break, for I'll be heading home for the holiday, and there is a piano at home I can play to my heart's content (when Kikay isn't getting her fill of it as well lol)
Anyway, I have two hymns that are my fallback hymns when I don't feel like trying. When I'm having an off day and I don't want to have to think about playing.
Those are: Now Let us Rejoice, and We Thank Thee Oh God For A Prophet.
But every now and then I'll try to play a different song.
And its weird, in this institute class...-The book of Isaiah- I somehow manage more often then not to pick hymns that go along with the subject of the day.
;) Its not that hard for Now Let us Rejoice because it talks about Israel and Isaiah talks about Israel...
but when I play random songs....like the one I picked today was "Let us all sing kind words to each other." I picked it because Thanksgiving is coming up and I thought it was appropriate.
But...oddly enough it went with the Isaiah chapter for today; Chapter 52 as well.
I think those moments of 'working together' is awesome where I'm influenced to play a song that works with today's lesson and perhaps somehow the song helped out a person in need today. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved me driving in a narrow stairwell type of thing in a small moving truck. It was rusty and old this stairwell type of place.
The rest of the dream faded from memory :(
-S.N.D
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Parenthood Epiphany
We've all had those moments or phases in life;
Where life is so busy that you meet yourself coming as you're going.
I was staying up late...thinking...and pondering last night.
And I had this...I guess mini epiphany.
About why life is so busy.
Why you never feel like you have time for yourself as you get older and have more responsibilities..like a job and bills and homework, school, rent, etc....
Overall...I think all these added duties are helping one to prepare for parenthood.
Because having a child....you're free time is totally going to disappear.
Not in a bad sense, but there will be 'less time' for 'you' and more time for them.
So...as a way to prepare us for this parenthood stage of life...where you have responsibilities 24/7 instead of from 9-5.
Life gets busy. Juggling becomes a necessity where if you can't handle 6 balls...you move down to 5...or if juggling is hard maybe 2....so that what is really important remains in your control, and things that just tip the scales too far can go by the wayside.
Soo when you're tearing out your hair thinking. "MY LIFE IS CRAZY!!!!"
ha..
You haven't seen anything yet for those of you who read this and are still single.
Parenthood will bring twice as much craziness.
But three times as much joy as before. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was hiding out, trying to figure out a way to escape where I wouldn't be seen or caught.
It involved water...drinking water....water in bowls...something like that...and it changing to something else. But then I was on a sailboat racing other sail boats and avoiding the evil boats....
then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Where life is so busy that you meet yourself coming as you're going.
I was staying up late...thinking...and pondering last night.
And I had this...I guess mini epiphany.
About why life is so busy.
Why you never feel like you have time for yourself as you get older and have more responsibilities..like a job and bills and homework, school, rent, etc....
Overall...I think all these added duties are helping one to prepare for parenthood.
Because having a child....you're free time is totally going to disappear.
Not in a bad sense, but there will be 'less time' for 'you' and more time for them.
So...as a way to prepare us for this parenthood stage of life...where you have responsibilities 24/7 instead of from 9-5.
Life gets busy. Juggling becomes a necessity where if you can't handle 6 balls...you move down to 5...or if juggling is hard maybe 2....so that what is really important remains in your control, and things that just tip the scales too far can go by the wayside.
Soo when you're tearing out your hair thinking. "MY LIFE IS CRAZY!!!!"
ha..
You haven't seen anything yet for those of you who read this and are still single.
Parenthood will bring twice as much craziness.
But three times as much joy as before. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was hiding out, trying to figure out a way to escape where I wouldn't be seen or caught.
It involved water...drinking water....water in bowls...something like that...and it changing to something else. But then I was on a sailboat racing other sail boats and avoiding the evil boats....
then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Time Stop
I've gone to bed....for hours and hours and hours of sleep...and I sense that the room is getting lighter. I crack open my eyes for a moment then drift back off. It's still early in the morning...and its Saturday, I can sleep in a while longer.
.
..
...
....
.....
....
...
..
.
Finally I decide....okay, I should get up now, its probably 9 or 10 or so and I need to do stuff.
I roll over, open up my eyes and see:
11:42am
Staring back at me.
o.o Oh.
I glance to my window and see...
that the light outside is still the same as it was earlier this morning...
and again I remember...
I have the 'darkest' room in the apartment lol.
Meaning that after a certain time of day...
especially on those overcast days where there light is just there...
It seems like its the same time.
And even after I woke up..
the mood of today...was that it almost seemed to be in a time stop.
Where it was the same time all day long, even though the clock faces told me differently.
The outside clock of clouds and sun made it seem like the same time all day.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in my house....my parents house.
And it almost seemed like a wedding day...but it wasn't
Yet there were tons of people visiting asking who I was...
and I was like "I'm the fiancee"
though I wasn't sure who my husband was...I can't remember if I saw anyone in the dream....
But anyway...
I ended up having a baby.
A really cute little girl...she was adorable...we named her Kaela.
And she was really the sweetest thing ever. My heart just melted every time I looked at her as I fed her.
The dream switched over to where I was in this house. It was huge and on a mountain...it reminded me of the house found in Iron Man 2 (cus I watched that last night) and my siblings and I were cleaning up..after some party, when we had a 'knock at the front door' the front door being the gates at the far end of the parking lot of our company. I went through our two double doors to see who it was.
It was the police. The told me that the WX party had gotten a bit out of control down in the valley and due to the snowstorm, the police wanted to us to host the party. I gave them permission to do so, and people began showing up.
I was down in the basement of my parents house, which was the 'family room' but in the dream was my bedroom, and I had like four fishtanks in my room, and I asked my dad if I could consolidate the fishtanks down to two. After a bit of talking he said that I could. So we began moving these big gold fish into one tank from another. And I asked if the guppies could be moved as well as a couple other fish.
Then it seemed like a 'funny vid' popped up where I was overlooking a field where there were two golden eagles, that the narrator announced were the largest predators on earth. (I disagreed...there is a bigger bird...but I can't remember its name.) And that they were good at herding, and the video image showed two golden eagles herding a black and white bull dog that had escaped away from the field. The camera screened over to a man holding a pillow across the street in another fenced area calling for the dog, and the dog came back due to the eagles herding it. the man was grateful.
The camera view was on top of a hill staring down into a valley with a huge river with a bridge (i thought of the golden gate bridge) right in the middle of it. It had been spun so it was parallel with the river in the middle of the river so no cars could cross it. Then the camera started shaking. An earthquake. There was a younger boy standing on the edge of the hill/cliff with the camera..it seemed like a family trip because I could hear more voices in the background. The cliff was shaking so much, the boy managed to get back away from the cliff, but the camera...and the person holding it went airborne...and they fell down the mountain. I heard the mother screaming...it cut off as the camera landed, but I didn't see anyone 'die' just the camera falling...yet I got the sense that the mother had been killed because of it. The newscasters commented that some people would need to look away...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
S.N.D
.
..
...
....
.....
....
...
..
.
Finally I decide....okay, I should get up now, its probably 9 or 10 or so and I need to do stuff.
I roll over, open up my eyes and see:
11:42am
Staring back at me.
o.o Oh.
I glance to my window and see...
that the light outside is still the same as it was earlier this morning...
and again I remember...
I have the 'darkest' room in the apartment lol.
Meaning that after a certain time of day...
especially on those overcast days where there light is just there...
It seems like its the same time.
And even after I woke up..
the mood of today...was that it almost seemed to be in a time stop.
Where it was the same time all day long, even though the clock faces told me differently.
The outside clock of clouds and sun made it seem like the same time all day.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in my house....my parents house.
And it almost seemed like a wedding day...but it wasn't
Yet there were tons of people visiting asking who I was...
and I was like "I'm the fiancee"
though I wasn't sure who my husband was...I can't remember if I saw anyone in the dream....
But anyway...
I ended up having a baby.
A really cute little girl...she was adorable...we named her Kaela.
And she was really the sweetest thing ever. My heart just melted every time I looked at her as I fed her.
The dream switched over to where I was in this house. It was huge and on a mountain...it reminded me of the house found in Iron Man 2 (cus I watched that last night) and my siblings and I were cleaning up..after some party, when we had a 'knock at the front door' the front door being the gates at the far end of the parking lot of our company. I went through our two double doors to see who it was.
It was the police. The told me that the WX party had gotten a bit out of control down in the valley and due to the snowstorm, the police wanted to us to host the party. I gave them permission to do so, and people began showing up.
I was down in the basement of my parents house, which was the 'family room' but in the dream was my bedroom, and I had like four fishtanks in my room, and I asked my dad if I could consolidate the fishtanks down to two. After a bit of talking he said that I could. So we began moving these big gold fish into one tank from another. And I asked if the guppies could be moved as well as a couple other fish.
Then it seemed like a 'funny vid' popped up where I was overlooking a field where there were two golden eagles, that the narrator announced were the largest predators on earth. (I disagreed...there is a bigger bird...but I can't remember its name.) And that they were good at herding, and the video image showed two golden eagles herding a black and white bull dog that had escaped away from the field. The camera screened over to a man holding a pillow across the street in another fenced area calling for the dog, and the dog came back due to the eagles herding it. the man was grateful.
The camera view was on top of a hill staring down into a valley with a huge river with a bridge (i thought of the golden gate bridge) right in the middle of it. It had been spun so it was parallel with the river in the middle of the river so no cars could cross it. Then the camera started shaking. An earthquake. There was a younger boy standing on the edge of the hill/cliff with the camera..it seemed like a family trip because I could hear more voices in the background. The cliff was shaking so much, the boy managed to get back away from the cliff, but the camera...and the person holding it went airborne...and they fell down the mountain. I heard the mother screaming...it cut off as the camera landed, but I didn't see anyone 'die' just the camera falling...yet I got the sense that the mother had been killed because of it. The newscasters commented that some people would need to look away...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
S.N.D
Friday, November 11, 2011
11.11.11
What were you doing on this day of new beginnings at 11/11/11 11:11?
Well...
1:11 am -I was asleep....I think...yah, I was sleeping. :) Ah, good rest. I miss it so.
Then around 11:11am I was trying to avert a meltdown and calm down frustrated individuals...hence missing this moment and all its magicalness :(
Then 1:11pm I was...on campus buying a 'blue' book...which was actually green, for my Philosophy test I took later in the day....and picking up Institute posters to hang around campus.
And finally at 11:11pm I was in the car with my sister. We had a moment of silence to make our wishes before continuing to laugh with each other and tell stories as we drove home.
And that...is my average day on an unaverage day :)
Happy 11.11.11 everybody! :) May you receive new energy for this new beginning.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Well...
1:11 am -I was asleep....I think...yah, I was sleeping. :) Ah, good rest. I miss it so.
Then around 11:11am I was trying to avert a meltdown and calm down frustrated individuals...hence missing this moment and all its magicalness :(
Then 1:11pm I was...on campus buying a 'blue' book...which was actually green, for my Philosophy test I took later in the day....and picking up Institute posters to hang around campus.
And finally at 11:11pm I was in the car with my sister. We had a moment of silence to make our wishes before continuing to laugh with each other and tell stories as we drove home.
And that...is my average day on an unaverage day :)
Happy 11.11.11 everybody! :) May you receive new energy for this new beginning.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Candyland Starbursts
Sooo Halloween came and went.
Along with the random bags of awesome candy.
A while ago, I had access to starbursts.
You know the ones that come packs of two?
They're rather small.
Hence...why there are only two starbursts within its wrapper lol.
I always have a sense of anticipation when opening the starburst doubles.
Why?
Because I want to see if I got my favorite flavors or not.
In starburst my favorite is the Red...cherry I think.
Then Pink...strawberry.
Then Orange
and Finally Yellow.
lol sometimes I almost view opening those wrappers as a 'fortune'
Double Red -my favorite = good day.
Double Yellow- my least favorite =bad day.
It isn't true, but its fun.
Still when I see the different colors.
I'm oddly reminded of the game of Candy Land.
Where you pick up cards with colors and depending on the colors you get to move to a spot on the board.
Double colors were awesome because you could move further.
But anyway...
I have fun opening the starburst packs.
Red and Red makes me really happy.
Red and Pink is the next best
-though I notice that pink is rarely found in the packs I open up....odd...I don't remember getting a double pink.....
Red and Orange is the next next best.
And after that its rather vague until you get to
Orange and Yellow which is almost bad.
and Yellow Yellow...which means better luck next time.
Its just a passing concept right now.
But I feel like when I get Red Red...I feel like I'm in Candyland and I basically just won the game!
Yellow Yellow...not so much...I think of getting stuck then in the mudpit. I can get out and still win the game, but it will take more effort then.
So yah, random thought.
How goes your 'candy-land' game?
Let me know if you get Pink Pink will you?
I'm not sure they exist anymore ;) haha.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Along with the random bags of awesome candy.
A while ago, I had access to starbursts.
You know the ones that come packs of two?
They're rather small.
Hence...why there are only two starbursts within its wrapper lol.
I always have a sense of anticipation when opening the starburst doubles.
Why?
Because I want to see if I got my favorite flavors or not.
In starburst my favorite is the Red...cherry I think.
Then Pink...strawberry.
Then Orange
and Finally Yellow.
lol sometimes I almost view opening those wrappers as a 'fortune'
Double Red -my favorite = good day.
Double Yellow- my least favorite =bad day.
It isn't true, but its fun.
Still when I see the different colors.
I'm oddly reminded of the game of Candy Land.
Where you pick up cards with colors and depending on the colors you get to move to a spot on the board.
Double colors were awesome because you could move further.
But anyway...
I have fun opening the starburst packs.
Red and Red makes me really happy.
Red and Pink is the next best
-though I notice that pink is rarely found in the packs I open up....odd...I don't remember getting a double pink.....
Red and Orange is the next next best.
And after that its rather vague until you get to
Orange and Yellow which is almost bad.
and Yellow Yellow...which means better luck next time.
Its just a passing concept right now.
But I feel like when I get Red Red...I feel like I'm in Candyland and I basically just won the game!
Yellow Yellow...not so much...I think of getting stuck then in the mudpit. I can get out and still win the game, but it will take more effort then.
So yah, random thought.
How goes your 'candy-land' game?
Let me know if you get Pink Pink will you?
I'm not sure they exist anymore ;) haha.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
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