tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82367252852247067702024-02-06T20:51:45.976-08:00It's all a fable of life.FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-64030178829459831792010-03-22T22:20:00.000-07:002010-03-22T22:40:00.237-07:00Even the brightest stars die.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4pqHUs2HR_IJJ5sM_05VdQjEuHDuawebLwH-l8fANyYO9bWFM5CUDe03ZZ6ZUJsHPj78snddiAZQXASox-jIFqKDmGU9nZiuzA0WtGQoZFZZ5BIR6JOd18asPaths9QNikDEKBwOtQXd/s1600-h/Lyzzy+Allen+Poette+Me+and+Emily+the+Short.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4pqHUs2HR_IJJ5sM_05VdQjEuHDuawebLwH-l8fANyYO9bWFM5CUDe03ZZ6ZUJsHPj78snddiAZQXASox-jIFqKDmGU9nZiuzA0WtGQoZFZZ5BIR6JOd18asPaths9QNikDEKBwOtQXd/s320/Lyzzy+Allen+Poette+Me+and+Emily+the+Short.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451696928628843586" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've been thinking about friendships. Recent and ones from my past. We make promises even now that our friendship will never end. I think back on my past friendships and how close I was with my friends. I would of given my life and various organs and possibly a cousin for them. Now I don't talk to half of them. Don't get me wrong, I've never had a friendship end badly, I would still give my life for all of them, but we fell out of contact. Time has separated us and that friendship we had is just a memory now. What's left is awkward conversations that go like:</span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hi." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hi." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So how are you?" </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good, good, and you?" </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Fine fine. Been really busy." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well that's good to hear. Listen I have to go. Talk later?" </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, ok." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright bye." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Bye." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and usually that "talk later" is the same conversation just a few weeks, to a month, to a year later. I love them dearly and wonder how things ever got to be this way. I remember promises of never leaving each other’s side, always being there, getting grey haired and old and watching kids/grandkids together. Is it because of those promises that it's so difficult to reconnect? Because we possibly feel guilt for letting each other out of sight for so long. It soon just becomes easier not to even talk when it used to be we would share everything. An old friend of mine by the name of Megan Thorne said something to me once. It still rings in my ears as I wonder about her now. You see I moved away and everything was good for a time till she moved as well and she fell off the grid. I miss her terribly. She told me once"</span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I believe, you are friends with a person until the point you have learned all you can from them and visa versa. Once that is happened you go your separate ways always grateful for the lessons but knowing sadly you will never return." </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe she was right. Maybe these relationships only last until you've learned all you can. Holding on any longer can make the friendship turn sour. Friends becoming enemies.</span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I like to think that no matter where one travels they can always return. Yes it will be different and the road is never the same but a bond once shared can't be broken. Not by time anyways. That the bond you once shared can always be shared again as long as both are willing. Who knows? I miss them all. My friends, those who have touched me, taught me, I loved them as family and in return a bond was created. I won't ever forget them and hopefully one day I will meet them again when we are old and grey, experiences had and lives lived. We can sit back watching little ones play making friendships that we share ourselves, sipping sweet tea, and telling stories. Reminiscing on past adventures and just being friends again. Maybe once all is said and done </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the fable of life is just that people are gone</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Maybe they will always be there and when your old and grey time will bring them back to you. Just maybe.</span></span></span></p></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-9597418951595614442010-03-08T18:34:00.000-08:002010-03-22T22:48:37.392-07:00As I Promised<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVLBHtIgvE0R9pL-h3bp5rlbMVSbS8ZfImXpo6BLaxhjO7LQ6zLC-3eTuMGHrvIGdUdf7R50Ob_3tA0d4jR0kDmutC1va3VhN2ZT91PpquCALelHaXIi0zONPdkiva4NX1QRrlpq9SBvY/s1600-h/I+support.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVLBHtIgvE0R9pL-h3bp5rlbMVSbS8ZfImXpo6BLaxhjO7LQ6zLC-3eTuMGHrvIGdUdf7R50Ob_3tA0d4jR0kDmutC1va3VhN2ZT91PpquCALelHaXIi0zONPdkiva4NX1QRrlpq9SBvY/s320/I+support.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446488678758784738" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It all looks so picturesque. The oak trees that dot the city. The buildings seem to hold their own </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">history. Everything so neat, so perfect. I know the true story behind this perfect picture. The smell of blood and alcohol mix with the smell of the humid perfumed air. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was 1920, the world seemed to be trying to grab life before it slipped away. She was the most beautiful creature God ever thought up. She flouted between the oaks like a dancer, her golden hair and pale complexion gave her the appearance of a ghost. She was attending the university as a music and theater major, an angel among demons. Sylvia Reynolds. Born 1901 to two proud cane farmers. An angel, a wonder, a lover, my world. Died March 8</span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">th</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> 1920 only 19 years old. Slaughtered on the very stage that she stole my heart. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was the ebony surrounded by ivory, only allowed to clean after others. From my worn work boots to my dreaded hair, I didn’t belong. And yet she didn’t mind. I was working late one night, cleaning up the auditorium after the theater department’s première of Les Miserable. I wasn’t even half way done with picking up the trash the audience left behind when she came upon the stage. Her bare footsteps were heavy from growing up as a farmer’s daughter. I turned to see and she smiled at me. Without warning she began to sing. Her voice was so pure I had stopped everything just to listen. The glorious music stopped and she giggled running off, returning with a script. “Come here, little finch. Come sing with me.” Her voice echoed through the auditorium. I spun my head, looking for someone else, even though I knew I was the only other one around.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Don’t be scared little finch, I bet your song is beautiful.” </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sylvia said smiling. Hesitating, I dropped my trash bag and scrambled up to the stage, joining her. “My name is Sylvia Reynolds. I’ve noticed you for a long time now. What is your name?”</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I blushed like a fool and looked down at the script. “Brianna Lareaux.” I replied with a small squeak. “I beg your pardon miss but I can’t read.” Sylvia smiled and leaned towards me brushing my hair behind my ear. “Mrs. Brianna Lareaux you are gorgeous and I shall teach you this song, no reading needed .” She was so close to me that my heart had leapt into my throat. I began to blush and then it happened. She touched my chin softly with her hand and our lips touched for the first time. It seemed to last forever. She taught me a song called The Confrontation. All I remember of the song is the first line. “Valjean, at last, we see each other plain.” We saw each other plain and it was perfection. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After that night I didn’t see Sylvia again for weeks. It was torturous, but we found our way back to each other again. We couldn’t be seen talking, let alone kissing, or I would be fired and she would be kicked from the university. We found ways though. I started to make her home my own, embracing each other in the night, and rumors had begun. </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was one year after that faithful night in the theater. She was playing a nun in the newest play. After the performance they came. I tried to protect her but one of the men broke a whiskey bottle over my head. I woke up to find my angel dead in a pool of blood. The smell of alcohol and blood drifted in the air. A note laid beside my angel’s head that read ‘Burn in hell, abomination.’ The police shrugged in off, calling it a robbery gone horribly wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We had loved with a love that was more than love. I alone see the illusion slipping, the demons that roam the streets of this once beautiful city. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For my love, for my Sylvia, I live on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I live on.</span></span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yep it probably sucks but that's what I get for writing while half asleep. Based upon nothing real, I hope. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The fable of life is thinking tv isn't a distraction</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Peace.</span></span></span></span></p></span></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-63293458635429706912010-02-18T20:36:00.000-08:002010-02-18T21:47:35.129-08:00Hot coffee at Midnight..... Hush .... It's a good idea..... Maybe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74P5YNa9j7H1DjQLZWbSruDM7SKZKqZsh9AsmPHkyqwplYvoW4DyiQrJMVFtk2MEOxcMQL0MGhyphenhyphenbzzTRVhmt46a5_cCSu6wDOsFs6NvVsMTMI9J1bKs_mL_Z_Xaihc9Pj_Eb6ypj-Dd_4/s1600-h/Calvin.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74P5YNa9j7H1DjQLZWbSruDM7SKZKqZsh9AsmPHkyqwplYvoW4DyiQrJMVFtk2MEOxcMQL0MGhyphenhyphenbzzTRVhmt46a5_cCSu6wDOsFs6NvVsMTMI9J1bKs_mL_Z_Xaihc9Pj_Eb6ypj-Dd_4/s320/Calvin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439812663119986754" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I did it again. I stopped writing...... I'm a bad putty tat. Ok so lets catch up. No I didn't complete Nanowrimo which is ok. It was a choice between good grades on exams or nano. I choose good grades. I'm changing colleges finally which is nice. Lsu really isn't my kind of beat, also I may change my major.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who knows. ^.^ I think I'm just going to ramble in this blog, for that I'm sorry, I'll come up with a short story or something for my next one. I've been watching Arrested Development, My name is Earl, Firefly, Dead Like Me, Doctor Who, and the best show so far How I Met Your Mother. I have gained a small obsession with Neil Patrick Harris. If you haven't seen Dr.Horrible yet GO WATCH NOW!!!! Movies love me this year. I watched so many I couldn't list them all, but like so many before I have fallen in love with Casablanca. Music wise I have fallen back into jazz singers like Billie Holiday, indie such as Animal Collective, and just plain good like Hey Beautiful by the Solids. Oh if your ever on Myspace check out Prom date. They are a great local band. There is entertainment for you. Well I'm off for the night. I have midterms coming up and I need to study. Sweet dreams , if there are dreams to be had, and safe travels.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The fable of life is that the smallest thing will end it all.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I will leave you with a quote.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(27, 4, 49); line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's a dangerous thing, stepping out your door...</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(41, 48, 59); line-height: 19px; font-family:Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:small;"><div class="post-body"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="clear: both; "></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You step into a road and if you don't keep your feet there is no telling where you might be swept off to." - Bilbo Baggins</span></span></div></span></div></span>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-88725819403648230002009-11-07T00:12:00.000-08:002009-11-07T00:19:26.663-08:00Alyss = Alice oh look another tie!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuTarhiAhVpLse3q8VRvrZPcvsGHSx1xvDFbztb5XX2kE9vKBw_RPkDKXccpsFaJdb8T_p5BHvDqdyqCDXdwCPmEH_o12KGb2ibjtOoZ7riurJGdEKV2PFVkDUBG8YwJ4uDT8r78JBAJZ/s1600-h/tea-party-with-alice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuTarhiAhVpLse3q8VRvrZPcvsGHSx1xvDFbztb5XX2kE9vKBw_RPkDKXccpsFaJdb8T_p5BHvDqdyqCDXdwCPmEH_o12KGb2ibjtOoZ7riurJGdEKV2PFVkDUBG8YwJ4uDT8r78JBAJZ/s320/tea-party-with-alice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401273344919233058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">This</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> is a random dream sequence in the novel I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. If</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> you don't know what Nanowrimo is then go read the post before this</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> one....... well here it is..... oh quick thing..... It's really random,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> a bit creepy, and takes Lewis Carroll to the extreme so be forewarned</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> now. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />"John</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> slowly slipped into a strange dream. A guy with a blue shirt on, and</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> cat ears appeared in front of John and suddenly cut off two of his four</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> hands with a clever, being held by his long skinny black tail. The</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> crazed four armed bleeding man kept repeating "It's all fun and</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> games....until it's a scavenger hunt." Over and over as if he was stuck</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> on some kind of a loop. The man gave John a cheshire grin and swung the</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> clever at John and before the knife hit John the guy disappeared. John</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> stood in the black of his dream and heard laughing. John walked, his</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> footsteps echoing through the darkness till he came up to a girl. She</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> was laughing and moving her head back and forth as if she were looking</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> something. “Hey” John said, about to put his hand on her shoulder when</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> she turned around. John jumped back and had to stop himself from</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> screaming. The girl had no face. The girl raised her hand to show there</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> was a mouth in her palm and laughed. “You could be described as a</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">jumping bean. Don’t be scared little bean I’m searching the great white</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> rabbit for once I find him I shall get a wish.” The girl’s voice</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> sounded very cheery but it was also and flat and chillingly cold. John</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> nodded and ran his fingers through his head. “Good luck, look out for</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> the bleeding clever dude.” John replied trying to process what he was</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> witnessing. “Cheshire is a cruel old cat. I’d be weary little bean,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Cat’s like mice you know. It’s the hatter who will have your head.” The</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> girl broke out into laughter again and disappeared into thin air,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> leaving John thoroughly confused. “I’m stuck in an even more demented</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> version of Alice in wonderland than the original.” John said to himself</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> as the smell of tea drifted through the air and a strange sound</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> followed it. It was like someone was repetitively dropping a top hat on</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> the floor and picking it up and dropping it again. Unbeknownst to John</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> a shadow figure came up behind him. The sound stopped and John turned</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> around to see a dormouse riding a giant hat with maniacal yellow eyes</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> and dripping red fangs. “What the fu….” Before John could complete his</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> sentence he was eaten by the top hat and woke up in a cold sweat. The</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> book fell off his face and he sat there glaring at the cover. “Lewis</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Carroll that is the last time I’m letting any of your books anywhere</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> near me when I sleep.” John groaned staring up at the blazing sun."</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />- previous dream sequence is copyrighted by Cori Marsh </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Fable of Life is copy and paste </span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">If I find anyone stole this from me I will go medieval on your ass and get the boiling hot tar!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Thanks for reading, I'm off. Need to read twelve thousand words before my friend does. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Wish me luck!!</span></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-85929628238239362942009-11-05T11:55:00.000-08:002009-11-09T08:16:44.697-08:00Ok I failed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1B3-6O5oH1TJfzaKpwmk4X_htQNJVXRKpAgaft_uYEeYIIxbKTEN9cRNCv-mbu1h1IjP5qqlHXknjMVtQ3mLVJLs7fcWvq210QtU56kqL_PVJyAbwxcODJbPZ0j1gkB88aX6Bn8Q-PPb4/s1600-h/book.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1B3-6O5oH1TJfzaKpwmk4X_htQNJVXRKpAgaft_uYEeYIIxbKTEN9cRNCv-mbu1h1IjP5qqlHXknjMVtQ3mLVJLs7fcWvq210QtU56kqL_PVJyAbwxcODJbPZ0j1gkB88aX6Bn8Q-PPb4/s320/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400712327267130450" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I have a good reason for not posting though, and why this zombie like blog will actually probably die after this post till December. Well I'm doing NaNoWriMo this month. If you don't know what it is then let me explain/pour boiling oil on you. Joking. NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month that happens in November. So that means while I might neglect my blog I shall be typing busily away trying to force fifty thousand words from my fingers. Hopefully due to my lack of posting...... I mean less then now ..... I shall not be forgotten. Speaking of writing what am I doing?! I need to get to eleven thousand by tonight and I have a fiction paper to do. >.<; Oh nos......</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>The fable of life is thinking that something is impossible.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I SHALL SUCCEED!!!!!! ....... I hope....... Wish me luck. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sorry again for the short post and lack of posting. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I might start posting prompts on here for anyone amusement. </span></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-47371629089412255532009-10-13T10:37:00.000-07:002010-03-22T22:54:30.523-07:00Sonata in F Major<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkfeuttqWwSYqFWMyW56jzkrpRPkZX7XNi1uPtwdjpTks5BTsBXhyphenhyphenrrCb9eYQowBvv3Vr-1ocg7AGpULITRbGcHP9a5Gpx8uVWS7LicDXe6AmMVaG9olDo_xOAXFMXjMkrsRDgqnofF-p/s1600-h/dftba-desktop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkfeuttqWwSYqFWMyW56jzkrpRPkZX7XNi1uPtwdjpTks5BTsBXhyphenhyphenrrCb9eYQowBvv3Vr-1ocg7AGpULITRbGcHP9a5Gpx8uVWS7LicDXe6AmMVaG9olDo_xOAXFMXjMkrsRDgqnofF-p/s320/dftba-desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392145564234690482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hey look I've posted again. So far I'm doing a lot better then last month! In all actuality I'm sitting here in my studio class listening to my peer, Robert, play the piano. Did I mention I'm a musician? Well if not i am. I play the upright bass, electric bass, and guitar. I want to officially learn piano, I only know a few songs, also I used to know how to play the trumpet, trombone, and cello but it has been year since I have picked them up. I found a love of writing, cooking, and better instruments, what can I say? Yes the writing aspect may surprise you. This blog is not necessarily my best work so don't judge off of this. I am an English major at my college and next year I'm going to try and enter The New Writing Dundee which is a fiction magazine based in Dundee, Scotland but they open their pages to anyone from around the world. Also I want to put out in the world that I am a nerdfighter who loves Trock. If you don't know what ether of those I shall explain. A nerdfighter is just like a regular human but instead of being made of tissues and organs and stuff we are made of awesome. Go to nerdfighter.ning.com to find out more. Trock is the abbreviated name for time lord rock which is a genre of music based entirely on Doctor Who. I am obsessed with Doctor Who and another show called Firefly, which unfortunately was canceled. Look I'm going on and on about things I'll sign off now.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The Fable of life is thinking we are split, Browncoats and Alliance. We are all one.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Peace</span><br /></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-43621951518859887292009-10-12T22:02:00.000-07:002009-11-09T08:12:42.136-08:00My Hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafvRF-Lb8tcNHmctgwCPWpkZvFdtdz_darvKJzc40tRXem6gjUibexghe1sVMXlCx6QoYYKmDV8fZ9oP4vl-81PIAVjlYYxGfvKQa1bx30Pa7hMbg1cyZA6le0UNz77r5LopGaxIATwkr/s1600-h/1245531557_myspace.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafvRF-Lb8tcNHmctgwCPWpkZvFdtdz_darvKJzc40tRXem6gjUibexghe1sVMXlCx6QoYYKmDV8fZ9oP4vl-81PIAVjlYYxGfvKQa1bx30Pa7hMbg1cyZA6le0UNz77r5LopGaxIATwkr/s400/1245531557_myspace.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391947581687991298" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm listening to My Hope by Youtuber sweetafton23 aka Molly Lewis. It is catchy and a great song all together and I believe you should go subscribe to her. I've been thinking about you, who ever you are. If I don't know you past say a username do you exist? I doesn't seem there is an issue seeing as there is no you yet =P Well not much has happened since I last posted, or now that I think about it, maybe a few things have. I got my bass fixed which makes me happy, I got hit by a car. I'm ok don't worry, and I finished my English profile piece which I feel was really amazing but that isn't my decision it's my professors. They fixed the stove in my dorm so when I get pots and pans I shall start cooking and blogging about it. The idea is up in the air but I might start a collab channel with my friend on youtube. >.<; scary. Also I am in the middle of making my Halloween costume and trying to save my band. Our drummer moved away and our singer doesn't want to sing. Wish me luck. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sorry this one is so short, exhausted.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Always remember that <b>reality is a fable of life</b>, no matter what people tell you you can make your life into anything you want. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Peace</span></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-89916627348205384612009-09-22T18:01:00.000-07:002009-09-22T18:09:17.737-07:00I think I'll go to Boston<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgopUoZeFDuKB5z2-4uimdPj9IsXjJcbRJF6lB3H3LufEXTI-lBR1CPvG9dyWet-qGESbkW9BvRWG0Ha9pnbLRpm5n4glWLsPrFlqBfAAstDoLA3akh0qqdIUeAKYFq9-uDU5rPDQ4hAk/s1600-h/amazing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgopUoZeFDuKB5z2-4uimdPj9IsXjJcbRJF6lB3H3LufEXTI-lBR1CPvG9dyWet-qGESbkW9BvRWG0Ha9pnbLRpm5n4glWLsPrFlqBfAAstDoLA3akh0qqdIUeAKYFq9-uDU5rPDQ4hAk/s320/amazing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384463630881352514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">It has been a while since I lasted posted on here. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Not much has happened since then. Or maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">allot</span> has. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Work, school, two tests, oh and I'm completely confused.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm a freshman this year but it seems I found myself a really nice guy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The problem with really nice guys is that they are also distractions which I can't have.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I can't get him from my mind and he keeps on like a hurt puppy dog making me feel bad about the whole situation. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span> yes I caused it it's all my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fault</span> but is it wrong for me to concentrate on studies right now so I don't lose my scholarship? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I really need help but their really isn't anyone to turn to.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm not really friends enough with people here yet to bring this kind of situation to them and family is out of the question. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I really want him but I feel I really can't. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">T.T </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Everything else in college is easy so why does this have to be so hard.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sorry about the bitching,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I promise to post more about a journal and craziness later.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Fable in Life is thinking that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">decisions</span> are easy. </span></b></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-70840677000585313302009-09-11T14:12:00.000-07:002009-11-09T08:10:35.769-08:00Living in China<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvc957oyrc9tL8POtibWzT8wgoZJ_pIWLNF84MgxKSh7pxgrxFkjoraG00s65JrKrV5erUYwjkWZBpMA8jOQB6QpecmAW9rHTvUZGxla5Z8HrxEpt8tm7yK-ZrHugVAFJQ-OEb8oDMDtu/s1600-h/stringed+water.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvc957oyrc9tL8POtibWzT8wgoZJ_pIWLNF84MgxKSh7pxgrxFkjoraG00s65JrKrV5erUYwjkWZBpMA8jOQB6QpecmAW9rHTvUZGxla5Z8HrxEpt8tm7yK-ZrHugVAFJQ-OEb8oDMDtu/s320/stringed+water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380323632846450146" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>And Rain!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I, as I have mentioned before, am a college student. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">possibly</span> didn't mention that I live in a dorm. My dorm is very close to all my classes, very very very close. I could roll out of bed at 3:00 for a 3:00 class and still be on time. Now that is all fine and dandy but when it comes to getting food or visiting friends basically I live in China. Which is not as fun as it may sound. Think of it as having an old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Macintosh</span>. You still have access to the vast array of information on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span> but when it comes to AIM or YouTube your screwed. Other than that it isn't all bad. My first time living on my own, a shower that is only in use when I need to use it, a stove/oven that has a mind of it's own. It is a lot like an adventure including all the frustration. I am enjoying myself though. I don't mind biking across campus to see my friends and I'll probably end up living over there anyways. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">YEY</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SLEEPINGBAGS</span>! Sure my feet are now forever sopping wet from the combination of living in Louisiana and not owning a umbrella but it doesn't bother me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ok</span> my apologise for this little rant. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Crazy day and tests are soon but thanks for reading......</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">or not reading..... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I think I may be all alone talking to myself and that makes me feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">crazier</span> than usual </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">=P</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><i>The fable of life is thinking shoes will keep your feet dry. </i></b></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236725285224706770.post-86922117644200584842009-09-08T20:27:00.000-07:002010-03-22T23:04:35.653-07:00In sweltering heat I still find the cold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOr0rrlUpZ09gnGBdtLDWKgj2iJy-FiNdVBGqD2bC-xk4KzCCUTgem3OeaN2YAfP5wwERTfIE9zU_ZQooDDgv5YSr-bNnKDE9J0SYRrLH2BiNvVC9W2hxosgnVxNCxcQmcq0VbF43eoxS/s1600-h/Tab.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOr0rrlUpZ09gnGBdtLDWKgj2iJy-FiNdVBGqD2bC-xk4KzCCUTgem3OeaN2YAfP5wwERTfIE9zU_ZQooDDgv5YSr-bNnKDE9J0SYRrLH2BiNvVC9W2hxosgnVxNCxcQmcq0VbF43eoxS/s320/Tab.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379310609539943186" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hmmmmm. How to start this?</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">College student with much to look forward to and yet nothing to look forward to all at the same time?</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No that's no good.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How about.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I looked around typing to no one yet and sighed.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What am I doing? A blog? About what?! I can't cook in my dorm. I'm still not too well off when it comes to playing my bass.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am definitely not going to be the top of the class. I'll just have to write about the here and now." Finger's raced across my keyboard viciously typing out the next phrase. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My life.......... sucks. No I'm being harsh. It's not bad at all. First time on my own. At college and possibly something good going with a guy named Dustin. I go by Cori due to the fact I really hate my real name. When your true name is called and cheerleaders and very ghetto kids answer you start to hate the name it's self. Not to mention it was spelled wrong. Enough about my name what else is there? The two short stories I should be reading for my fiction class? Nah you don't want to hear about homework. You probably have enough to deal with or had enough to deal with too never want to read the word homework ever again. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am a musician. That's pretty interesting. I play the double bass, which for those not yet to google, is the large wooden instrument found in jazz bands, country groups, and orchestras. Basically the tuba of the string section. It standing on a metal pin and is larger than a cello. If you don't know what a cello is feel free to go to your precious google. I am average at it now but I'm getting better and maybe it will actually take me somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I originally started this thing as sort of a Julia and Julie spin of my own. I just got a cookbook of all the recipes in the French restaurant of New York called Les Halles.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately the stove in our dorm is broke beyond repair.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am a stubborn bitch though and didn't want to give this up just yet. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I want to hold your hand is playing in my mind and I'll wrap this up. </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All in all we are the Fable of Life</span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and you'll be seeing more of me in the days to come.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Till then.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></span></div>FableofLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584879944211644697noreply@blogger.com0