Tag Archives: battle

Suddenly! – Super Amateur Poetry!

4 Nov

Right, this is a super long Haiku! AHAHHAHAHHHAHA! I kept seeing poems about stuff like the darkness and evil one day and it was getting boring, so I switched it up.

title: sick of stupid cliche poems of darkness being evil; it’s damn consistant and enduring/lawl

there is comfort here
the darkness is not a threat
it is your blanket>when the light goes out

darkness is quick to replace

Flies on loyal wings

>It is feared for it

though it’s the light that failed you

which is hated more?

>be like the darkness

Enduring, Loyal, Peaceful

Light has many foes

>Darkness has but one

Is submissive, yet patient

Don’t struggle – accept

>The light is a fool

Its materialistic

Collects many forms

>Do you remember

Who the angel of light is?

Where does your trust lie?

>In the beginning

There was nothing but the word

And that was enough

>Black is the abscence

What do you see when it’s dark?

For what do you pray?

>The light in your heart

Is of a different grade*

Don’t rely on eyes.

>can the seer see?

the apprentice of darkness

understands the truth

>When the light is there

You witness death and despair

The darkness brings peace

Then I realized that it could also be seen as ignorance and cowardice – hiding from the truth of the world and reality by taking solace in the darkness that hides all ugliness – but subsequently beauty and good things too. But I could see the darkness as a mother in that sense, shielding you from the bad things and always being there for you. Yin and Yang works here then, maybe? I don’t know much about it. And the * part – I got the ‘different grade’ phrase from Skip-Beat. Hehe, a japanese manga taught me english – of course, it was translated, but still…X3 Anywayz, this is something I made one night, the end. I was trying to convince myself too I think?

AUGH I IZ A SLACKER

23 Aug

I am. I need to get committed to my homework, my grades are already suffering and some people aren’t even in school yet!
They’re suffering….That is an understatement. And they shoudn’t be, I love my classes. I’m just a lazy, undeserving, unworthy, daydreaming [self-loathing], arrogent, etc. idiot. I gotta focus! BLAH!
A Sims Legacy or story should be left to people who can actually…do that! I’m so suckish. I want to delete a bunch of stuff off of my blog and just use these posts to rant and vent about nothingness, and put the weirdest possible tags eva.
By the way: SKIP BEAT 144, 145 AUUUUGHHH!! OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSHHHHHH…!! >< ♥♥♥
This is in quickpress thing, on my laptop, in meh room, with my homework staring at me and I’m wondering what my vocab paper wants me to do exactly (copy from book, or do what I did last year?).
I have 3 FREAKIN’ AP CLASSES, CHEMISTRY, COOKING, AND MATH.
Cooking=just telling you. I’m trying to drop math right now and take a different sort of class in the spring (not in high school….something else).
Yee.
I am not deleting my posts! No, no, no, this will be like….a notebook! I try not to rip anything out of them. You can’t rip memories out of your brain either, you know? Can’t suck ’em up with a vaccum, chop them into pieces as they scream in terror, stuff them into a paper shredder, set them on fire and laugh as their blood splatters all over your glasses, eh? No matter how evil they are or haunting, or ungrateful to you for letting them live with you? Nope.
I’m imagining my mom doing this to me right now. She comes home soon. She is angry at me for subconsciously trying to ruin my own future. I really don’t blame her, but it is annoying to be nagged. I feel sorry for her. T_T
I have comics. But I want to color them. I just realized how much I suck. At comics. I’m well-aware of my other many shortcomings.
SHIT-SHIT-SHIT!! NO MORE CENSORING MYSELF!! I’M AN INARTICULATE BASTARD AND THIS IS NO LONGER A PG/PG-13 BLOG! I’M GONNA VENT GODDAMMIT, NO MATTER HOW MUCH MY CONSCIENCE SCREAMS AT ME FOR POSTING IT ON THE INTERNET!! MUHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!
I used to send emails similar to this to my English teacher, last year. She worried about me, I think. I didn’t curse though. Mostly I said stuff like I’m melting, or pulling my eyelashes out or something.
No, I do not cut myself. Or do any drugs, or drink. I *am* quiet at school, and it takes me about 2 years, I noticed, to make friends and be comfortable around them, but it’s always up to chance.
The clock says 4PM on the laptop. It’s like 10. I changed it so I didn’t look at it and get sleepy. My room clock (haha) is facing the wall. I hate alarms. I want to smash one into debree one day. And I’d like to carry a baseball bat around, or keep one next to my bed in case a burglar crashes into my bedroom through the window.
Kyaa. Manga. Skip-Beat. ♫
Music notes are so nice, are they not? Yes? Question Mark? Is this a poem? I assure you, it’s not. British people. Train of thought. Choo-Choo. Shark Boy and Lava Girl. Cheesy movies. Innocence is overrated. No it’s not. Kids can be evil. Kids can be nice. Something else. Celine Dion – My heart will go on, in the movie titanic. NO THIS IS NOT A MOVEMENT.
Goodbye!! ^^ 🙂 (the yellow default smiley for that looks half-hearted and normal. Like, heh, yah, fake laugh/slash/grin.)
I’M GOING INSANE!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY MOM IS HOME!

edit: She didn’t kill me. I think she’s trying to motivate me now. She does that sometimes. First she’ll be like, “YOUR GRADES SUCK, WHAT THE HELL?!” (she doesn’t cuss…like that, I’m just putting her feelings into my words), but then later she’ll be like “Come on, your grades aren’t that bad, I know you can do it. Woot! Don’t give up!” Maybe she’s trying out different techniques.

For English, we have to do one of those college research…thingies. I’M GETTING SO DAMN SICK OF THOSE, but I like this one now. I’ve discovered something beautiful – it’s called a “HUMANITIES MAJOR.”

Wooo…. 😮

And my drawing teacher at school said I should get into one of them Illustration Major things. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I thought she meant for like, children books, or something. I made a face like, “ehh…eh?” I think. So, I know what she’s talking about now, and I’m happy she said that….People tend to carelessly throw that around, I think. “You should be a cartoonist” or something similar, but at least it came from an art teacher this time….Still….

Anyways.  The other one is Human Biology. I’m not disinterested in that one, and I could become a doctor with that. Or any major, but that one is more related and important – it makes sense anyways. And a doctor is a good job, I’d be helping people, and I could open a free clinic back in…..

hehehe….You might be thinking “do I really want this person operating on me?”

HAHAHAHHA! I was thinking the same thing, you see, me being a doctor not being….well, suited to my temperment and personality…and brain. But, I know I have a serious mode, you see, and I don’t have to be a surgeon whateva. It’s the deciding and the choices and the being involved in other people’s…mortality or that involved in fate and people and…wow. That’s what worries me. People asking me, “doc, what should I do,” [hehe..doc] or something. That’s scary.

Then there’s the whole “GET OVER IT!!” thing.

I was in the kitchen, pouring myself some Coke in a smallish cup and I let it pour for too long and it got all fizzy and was starting to foam over. So I said “AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! AGH-AGH-AGH!!”
I have a sort of high-pitched scream thing. Like when you hear girls in animes yell “KYAAAAAAA!!”

I say Kya too actually.

And then my mom said “[my name], YOU NEED TO STOP DOING THAT!!” And I said, “What?! 😀 Do I do that a lot?” and she said “Yes!” and I said “What’s wrong?” and my sister said “It’s scary!” and I said “Oh wow, really?!” and about 2 seconds of silence after my mom looked at me, I said “It’s cause of this!” and I raised the cup of soda that almost fizzed over up and said “I was scared it was gonna fizz over” and she said “Do you need to scream for that?!” and I said “…Yes! I gotta do something!!!” It wasn’t a serious conversation, it was kinda funny, and my mom talks differently. Like sharp and sarcastic and quick. She says “Goooosh.” She has an accent, and I get comments from my friends like “your mom is so cute.” They think we look similar because we’re both smallish in frame but we don’t look that similar really, but we have some things in common. ^^ She is pretty though, and funny.

Doctors are highly respected where she/I come from too. If you’re a doctor, you’re a king.

CULTURE! ^^

If you’re an artist, blah, I think. More realist and stuff….It’s hard. My mom says I can be a doctor and a cartoonist or eh..writer or whatever. Not interested much in writing. I’m not that talented there. I’m too dweebish. I love that word. hahhaha…dweebish.

Skraa.

*backspace-backspace*

I feel crazy today. OH-MI-GOSH IT’S LATE, I GOTTA FINISH, OH NO, I HOPE I FINISH.

EDITEDIT:

Lol. The related posts. In case they change:

  • We’re all going on a summer holiday…
  • Want To Help Me Out?
  • update.
  • Colorado Sen. Michael Bennet on Education: “We’re Falling Behind the Rest of….”

My cousin who doesn’t live here said I should be a writer. I think he wants me to be one. I have a myspace I don’t go on and made a couple of crazy blogs randomally, so when I asked how he knew about how I write he mentioned my blogs and comments and stuff. That was nice. He’s a really nice guy, and is family oriented. I think I say dumb things sometimes. I hate it. He must be going through some hard stuffs. He’s 20-something. 23? Anyways, I said my mom said I could be a doctor and that, and he said something like “eh, well, yeah she’s right, you could do that.”

^^; :\

kyaa….-_-…Damn teenage angst. At least we got a label for it now. Damn angst, damn angst. Or maybe it’s just normal teen issues. But I’m not too normal I think. Definitely not. But what is normal, right? 🙂 I don’t really get it.

AGH, contradictions. And this word, dadism. Dada-ism? It makes me laugh, the word. ^^

edit: Sorry XD. This has been bugging me and I’d been planning to edit it. This blog has never been more than PG-13 if you’re considering language – the worst thing I’ve ever said is dammit. 😄

Hm. This post can be considered Meezletoe’s version of teen angsting XD. Well, not really. :$ I’ve written angstier things. Lol. Angstier. 😄

The Story of the Stripe-Painting Mice

6 Aug

http://friendshiptale.wordpress.com/about/

^Response to this. 🙂

The only story I ever remember that I wrote by whim and finished was when I was 9 and trying to impress my dad. I made two, but the one I remember was called “The Stripe-Painting Mice,” with illustrations and everything.

I only had a blue pen and notebook paper since my dad didn’t have his sons yet, so there weren’t crayons and other kid stuff (except for videos) laying around his house.

The story….Welll, when I look back on it, I wonder if my paranoia was some sort of dormant trait of mine waiting until I was self-conscious enough to reveal itself. Because that story, while it seemed innocent enough, could be interpreted to mean something radically different. I doubt my dad noticed it (he was looking at my grammar. I had misspelled ‘does’ as ‘dose’ and ‘goes’ as ‘gose’. In the 3rd grade, I had mysteriously forgotten how to spell those two words. I still feel my past confusion).

 The story is like so: There are mice living in a house – not 2 or 3 – an entire nation of mice are living inside a hollowed wall in a house (mind you, I didn’t use the word ‘hollowed’. I’m translating the memory in my brain because I don’t remember the details, just some distorted pictures and ideas – I remember weird things). The entrance is the typical Tom and Jerry mouse-hole.

The mice are thriving in their hollowed out wall. Mother mice and children mice, husbands and grandpas. They’re just chillin’. Sure, they live in fear of the outside threat (beware the Feline monster, and the dreaded mousetraps) and sometimes have difficulty getting their food (beware the Feline food-hoarder, and the dreaded mousetraps), but they have a relatively O.K. life.

Then one day a renegade mouse decides enough is enough! He is tired of seeing his proud species oppressed and hungry, living in fear of one cat and the deceitful mousetraps, while they are an entire nation, numerous and able. It’s time to organize!, he declares, standing on top of the giant paint bucket that is his stadium, and brandishing an unreasonably small paintbrush as his sword.

All the mice are enlightened and HURRAH at his demand. But who are we uniting against?

“THE HUMANS” he proclaims, “ARE THE NUMBER ONE THREAT!”

(by now, my dad was probably suspicious at least, that I was a psycho who’s mind generated nonsense from who-knows-where).

I’m pretty sure I explain why the humans are the threat (the mousetraps – their torture device. the cat – their tool. And so on).

However, they soon realize that they don’t-got-no-weapons, and have to think about their attack strategy.

Then one genius (I don’t know who) realizes that the perfect plan is to use the conveniently-blue paint bucket (for some reason, it is in the hollowed-out wall. Maybe it was also a closet, who knows?) to paint the world in blue stripes. I rationalized, through this amazing mouse, towards the obvious truth that if you painted the entire world in blue stripes, then everyone would look the same and somehow that would make the mice victorious. I don’t remember what that rationalization was though.

And one of the pictures I remembered was the renegade mouse with the blue striped paint on his face, looking particularly tough – like a ninja.

By now, my dad might have come to the conclusion that I was going to be put away.

(by the way, I picked mice because I figured out a really easy [and long-lost] technique for drawing mediocre-looking mice – I think I learned it from playing with rubber bands).

So, a couple of scenes of mice painting the entire world in blue stripes with people running around screaming in horror, and BOOM. The humans create a plan to defeat the mice. They get a bucket of water and pour it, washing all the blue paint [and the mice] away.

I don’t remember if every country did this and if the humans contacted each other via military walkie-talkies or television, or if somebody washed all the striped-painted nations clean with a bucket filled with an apparently infinite quantity of water, but it ended with the Mice going to court.

Crimes against humanity? Who knows.

So, a scene where the mice are being tried and found guilty, and then I guess they’re put into jail. I think I remember a scene where an unhappy (possibly frustrated or angry) mouse is in jail, and I don’t remember what happens after. But the last page had a paintbrush and bucket.

The end?

My younger sister liked it though, and she hated to read, so that made me happy. She accepted the logic of the story.

We were weird kids.

Yo World

30 Jun

I don’t want to delete the post below.

It’s a pleasant post.

Sure, it’s generic and un-unique, but it has good intentions.

IT’S AN INNOCENT POST WITH HOPES AND DREAMS!!! WHAT MATTER OF BEING AM I TO COLDLY CRUSH IT’S EXISTENCE WHEN ALL IT DID WAS WELCOME THE WORLD OPENLY AND TRUSTINGLY WITH NOTHING BUT WELL-MEANING ASPIRATIONS!! AAUUGH!!

Hah. Hope you think about that next time you delete something automatic. Or not. Maybe you’re evil. 😐

Yah, anyways, I think this is going to be mainly a Sims 3 Related Sort of Blog, if I stick with it.

Hmm. That might be disrupted soon though….because of the MYSTERIOUS EVENT, that I won’t be telling you about, eva.

Nope. 🙂

Anyways, I have an idea about a legacy that I want to try.

*all excited*

*forces of homework-obligation and excitedness battle against each other*

FWAAAAAA!!!

*fire balls and energy orbs fly across the room in the inside of my brain*

*DRAMATIC TWINKLE IN THE AIR AS ONE OPPONENT REALIZES THEIR IMMINENT DOOM IS FAST APPROACHING AND GASPS DISBELIEVINGLY*

*Loud Deep Voice Proclaims: K.O.*

See ya! *girly giggle*

I’m going to try it out now!

edit: lol. You know what I have in front of me on the desk right now? A slushie, hot-dog, and some bun and kitcha. 😄

Also, the “Hello World” thing. HAH, THAT IS SO AWESOME!! Hello, World? Well, it’s true isn’t it?? The whole world can see this blog! Random people in countries on the opposite side of the globe might be reading your blogs right now! Or my blog, but you know…Not really. 😄

…Globe=Object Kept in Classrooms?

Anyways, that’s so cool to me. I mean, there’s that whole language barrier and everything, but it’s still interesting to me. Technology and [or plus] Written Language is so cool. *YAAAA!!*

It’s rare that I say technology is cool though, since I’m a really paranoid person. ^_^

Btw, prepare your hearts to never hear for me again (however hard that might be). Because…you might never hear from me again. Just saying. 😉

Random Information About Stuff That’s Happening Where I Am Now: The Kittens that inadvertantly caused the sole of my right foot much grief have developed more guts and have left the conquered Master Bedroom of the Mother Cat to eat real cat food right now, while meowing loudly in high-pitched tones at each other and their mother.