Hello anyone that reads my blog, (you're sexy. that's right. you're sexy. I complimented you. I love on if you read this. yeah. that's right. read my posts more often. because I love you. I know my punctutation sucks. it's your opposite. that's right. one more compliment. love you. now read the rest of my crap, ya beautiful piece of ass.)

Apart from that long intro, hi.
I know I haven't written in a long time. I keep on meaning to, but today I had a lot of homework, so I decided, hey, you know what? Instead of doing all this work I should do, let me just procrastinate. I know, I'm responsible as hell.

Okay, but today I have a challenge for myself. Let me explain it to you. We're doing a poetry unit in English right now, and I want to show you a poem someone(aka a GOODASS AUTHOR) wrote:

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound

That's it. THIS BLEW MY MIND. *keyboard spasm* There's such a great amount of imagery in this. Seriously. What a kid/man/poet/ungodly thing that sold his soul to the demon for this kind of SKILLZ.

Anyways, my English teacher said you have to be a pretty strong writer to do this kind of stuff. So I decided, since I'm not a strong writer, why don't I go and try to humiliate myself on the internet? Yes. 

So, the challenge is that I'm going to look out my window and find two images, and try to write them as a one line poem. No dictionaries, nothing. Just an everyday test of the literary skills (NO). Anyways, I had best be starting.

Alright, let me look outside. 

Things seen:
- River

- ripples because it's raining

- yellow street lights

- twlight darkness settling in

The pearly raindrops dance on the river surface,

twilight darkness seeping through the weary bones of the city.

That didn't take too long(5 seconds max, I blew it, damn.). But it's probably poop(yes, that's right. I like saying poop. yes. no, it's not a swearing thing. I tell my mother I love her with this mouth and I have quite a dirty one on occasion. yes. back to actual writing now).

Okay, next thing I'm going to do is look around my room now. This is going to be harder. All I see is evidence of entropy. Crap. This is going to suck even more. I'm sorry to inflict literary pain on you.

Things seen:
- curtains billowing because of open window

- grossly messy bed because of all the pillows/stuff from school I dumped on it

- ME (oh yes, sexy little me, MMM. jk. that would be weird. or narcissistic.)

- wires from my charges dangling over my bedside table (potential poem piece? alliteration there? didya catch it? you're welcome)

- books on the shelves. tons of them.

No, I'm not going to write a two line poem on all of this stuff. You can only fit so much in one line.

A room with a view of the endless entropy that a busy life grants us,

books scattered on shelves like water splattered across the window after it rains.

I tried SO hard. I like the first one better. Okay, my dog just walked into the room. I want to write a poem about him

Things seen:
- ONE CUTE DALMATIAN DOG AND HE IS MIIINE

He gazes up at me with his adoring, brown eyes,

his ears flopping over  his face like petals on a tired flower.

Hey guys!

Haven't done this in a while - or at all, in fact. Hmph. Anyway, there's a really cool song, and it's by one of my favourite bands, Imagine Dragons. I love this band because they have such a distinctive sound, and no matter what, you can tell that it's their song. It's not even the rhythm or the voice, but the feel of the song and beat, penetrate your heart and make you want to drum along, which is what makes Imagine Dragons such a great band.

So, their new song: Monster. It's a single, and was released as the soundtrack for the game Infinity Blade: III, and it's so cool, I swear, I'm in love.

Reasons why it's cool:
First off, like I mentioned, it's got this really distinctive sound. You can tell its by Imagine Dragons, but each of their songs stand out individually. It's no carbon copy of nothing. This is a full on original 100% Imagine Dragons, standing out in a way that blows your mind, but reminds you of them. This band can pull it off.

The song starts with a little melody, but it builds up with a strong drum beat that lures you into the song, and doesn't keep you bored. It includes variations in harmony and the background vocals are well done too, and it gives the song a full, 360˚ sound, which is so rare.

And now, for the lyrics!
Yeah, this is the Imagine Dragons, which means: the lyrics are relevant, eerie and just KICKASS AWESOME. I get why this song was released for Infinity Blade: III - it's going to be SO EPIC to have this song playing as you battle.

"If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous,Would you be scared?I get the feeling just because,Everything I touch isn't dark enoughIf this problem lies in me"

I like the lyrics, because I think that this song doesn't relate only to literal monsters, actually, I could relate to these lyrics on a personal level concerning issues in my life, and that's why I love this song. The Image Dragons have a way of writing lyrics that makes it seem like the song's message is directed right towards, say an apple, but I bet you, I'm an orange, and I can relate to the lyrics too. Which is really cool, and I just remember the wod for this cool thing they did: Allegories. (Trust me kids, I'm smart. No, really. Stop laughing.)

So, yup, that about wraps it up for me. Does anyone play Inifinty Blade: III? 

Bye kidz,

FeatherPaw.

Here are some photos I took when I went to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil.
Hope you like 'em.

These are the photos that I feel don't suck entirely! :P Hehe. If this gets a lot of views, I might post more :)

Hey everyone!
(or anyone who reads my blog. hmph.)

MURRY XMAS Y'ALL. I can't wait for 2014! One more year to mess up the year number that I just got used to writing. Enthusiasm!

Anyways, according to the lovely Weird Girl (http://thatweirdgirlinyourclass.blogspot.com/) I write a lot of depressing stuff. So, at 11 in the night (almost) some nice not depressing stuff came to head, and it's not twisted at all. In fact, it's a poem. Or an attempt at one. Yay. Here goes (plz dnt h8 i tried):

I love holidays
There's so much of nothing to do.
I love holidays

I can wake up in the mornings
And take as long as I please
Wiggle my toes and smile delightfully in bed,
not hurrying or rushing ahead.

I love holidays
The beautiful mornings that I never get to enjoy
Now stretch out deliciously like a promise
waiting to be fulfilled.

I love holidays
The memories of these days are warm and fuzzy.
I read books in bed and watch TV
Nothing ever bothers me.

I love holidays
It is on these days I do not hate myself
Living is not a chore
School is not a bore

I love holidays
Because I can promise myself new beginnings when they end.
I don't cry over my next assignment,
Instead I cry over some happening in a book, in a land far far away.
It is sad when they die,
but I know if I go back to the beginning, they'll be there again.
Smiling, and waiting, for me.

I love holidays
They'll pass by like a blur.
Somedays, I'll die of boredom,
but oh!
The luxury of having nothing to do
is too great to be missed.

I love holidays
I really do.

I guess I don't like food, really. Or, that's a rather stupid thing to say. I don't like mealtimes. I love food. I intensely dislike, maybe even abhor mealtimes. Why do I, you ask? Well, it's not really that complex.

You see, when I was growing up, my family and I would have dinners together. My dad wasn't at those dinners often; he worked late. So, my family was incomplete, 5 days of the week. I never saw my dad then. My mom and my brother however, only made it worse. Don't get me wrong. I love them. I loved them even then. But my brother was a little difficult to manage, I guess. So they were always yelling at each other and I often got caught in between. My brother did not make dinnertimes easy for my mother, but then again, she didn't make it easy for him either, so both of them squabbled. Sometimes, I got mad and frustrated too, so I added in my own word - which of course, did nothing to help at all. In the middle of these terrible dinnertimes, for some reason, the old maxim would occur to me, "Treat others the way you want to be treated." And I'd ignore it, ignore the idea of saying, because I knew it would fall on deaf ears, and I'd get reprimanded and I wouldn't be able to hold my tongue. And the poor maxim would be stampeded on and defied and made to feel useless. So I never emitted a word after thinking about it. So, actually, mealtimes became a terrible thing for me to have. When I arrived at the table, I'd often not feel hungry. When I ate the food, it would taste uncooked and tasteless, and I couldn't even focus on it. My main focus would be to finish the food and not enjoy it, even though my mother was a great cook. I couldn't, didn't want to eat. The fact that I had to so that I wouldn't have to interrupt a rude exchange or have anger taken out on me just made it worse.

And I guess, now, when I get to the table, I just feel a little less hungry. My mother and brother turned out allright for all their quarrels, but I can never snap out of it. I don't remember anything, but I guess my subconscious does. My mind begins to make up excuses, but then, I sit myself down and eat a good lunch, and I taste my food because I am not focused on finishing it, and I can relish it. But the beginning is always hard. Sometimes, when I've had a bad day, their images will shimmer like mirages on the dining table in my kitchen. They fade away soon, but leave an imprint on my memory. It's hard to get rid of it. Maybe I shouldn't eat today. I'm not that hungry anyways.