A Few Fall Things

This tree smiled at me the other day and it made me smile. Trees really do have so much personality, don't you think? Especially in the fall. I feel like they are all getting gussied up for a ball or something. 

This shot, though nothing specific or special, is rather interesting, don't you think? There is the stump of a long dead tree, but it's surrounded by leaves of its kindred. 

A street sign I passed with a lovely tree behind it (the one with the face, actually). 

Ah, fall. It's so stirring. Everything is changing and you can feel it in the crisp air. Hey this all reminds me of a poem I wrote last year. Here ya go:

October

Citrus and cinnamon swirl on the wind.

Clouds condense against the trees.

An apple crunch beneath my feet

Tells of the world leaving childhood,

And shedding its colorful youth.

The moon is dipped in pale caramel

By the fingers of fretted ghosts

And soon the world will welcome death

In dark long hands that clasp cold earth.

Gross and Gory

Sooo.... I'm in this makeup class right? Well we were the victims of a mock disaster, so we got all goried up with fake blood and dirt and rocks.

With this master piece I played a dead person. I sprawled myself over some crates and proceeded not to move. The trainees checked me (I was dead) and so they left me 'til the very end. It wasn't that comfortable so I kept having to change my position. Then every time someone with a flashlight came by I froze again.

I must say I was quite impressed with our class. They were all screaming and crying and moaning. One girl lost her baby and was running around screaming "Abby!! ABBY!!!" A couple people were wailing in Spanish, another girl was screaming in sign language. One girl died while being rescued. It was all very amusing.

Happy October!

Side Effects

So... I'm taking this medication and ... This is what happens whenever I chance upon a sunbeam. 

Apparently this stuff makes you kind of sensitive to sun exposure. It wasn't always like this, but it's getting worse. I'm turning into a vampire, and not the cool kind that glisten with sweat in the sun, but the ones that collapse into ash, only I explode into hives and then collapse into ash.  

Items to acquire: Long-sleeves for all occasions

Parasol 

Gloves

Anti-itch cream

Vampire-like stare

Moodiness (to go with vampire stare)

Or... new medication. 

oh, Zac ...

Sooo..... I saw this movie. .. And I have a confession. I like Zac Efron.

It's very unexpected for me. I am usually not a pretty boy person, which Zac Efron totally is (and it's not a bad thing, just a form a classification--- I don't want to upset anybody here. No crazy upset 14-year-old girl coming at me with a knife).

Not that I'm going to sport a T-shirt, lunch box, or other paraphernalia (though the occasional small poster may make its way onto my wall), but I do have to say that when I see him my heart gets a little pitter-patter.

MMMmmmm.....Bacon

So I'm in this biology class and for this class we have to read Francis Bacon. Now if you're like me you've heard his name flit around a couple of time, but never knew what it landed on. Well it's this book called The Advancement of Learning. And I'm supposed to write an essay on it that is due tomorrow. Never mind that it's over 200 pages of straight text, and although it's not in iambic pentameter, it is still no easier to read than Mr. Shakespeare. (written in 1605)

Naturally, I have not finished, I haven't even made it half way the book, but I have to come up with something. I tried looking for help but sparknotes doesn't have it, neither does cliffnotes. It is that old and unknown. 

Another thing: Bacon quotes King Solomon all the time. I don't know who his sources were, but they are so frequent and extensive that I think these two guys were homeboys or something. Solomon was apparently quite the philosopher on all things scientific. 

BURN

So... you see this? This is from the time when I burnt my thumb nail. Yes, that is correct. I burnt my thumb nail. 

It happened like this: I was lighting a candle with a match. The candle was a really nice smelling one so naturally, there wasn't much left. While waiting for the wick to catch this thought crossed my brain: Hmmm, My thumb is kinda hot. Quickly followed by: Something smells not like my candle. And then things clicked--or burned rather. 

And can I just say that burnt nail smells like burnt hair x 10, almost as bad as burnt wool-----but let's be honest, nothing can top burnt wool except more burnt wool. If you want to get rid of a pesky boy and a few of your neighbors at the same time, burn some wool. But be aware, you might get rid of yourself while your at it. And you might also get a visit from a vengeful flock of fluffy sheep. I hear they're rather like the Mofia in revenge. The Russian mofia, mind you, not the Italian or Asian. 

AND you all thought I was lying about the Jedi on our Lake Powell trip, but I wasn't. He's right there, on the left, next to the fair, balding, and farmer-tanned man (don't let looks deceive. he is actually very funny). 

 We don't know why Danny is in the water while wearing his long-sleeved clothes. Perhaps it was cold.