Well, Its Thursday here in Lala land, and a very boring and long tuesday at that. You think everything would be happy fun fun sunshine sparkles here, but so far, I havnt found anything quite like that. I did get a new sweatshirt, and that makes me happy. Its a Loden Green Columbian Mens hoodie with zip close Mp3 player pocket and headphone hole. Very nice, and it was on sale! Yippee!
The second graders are now leaving the computer room (Thank the Lord!) and I hope to peacefully finish this before the end of Study Hall.
I have been playing Halo 3 a lot lately, and have had some very enjoyable game experiences. look me up on Bungie.net by clicking on the Sleepingdragon8 bar to the right of the page. Its very fun to look through scores.
Tubbypaws created a LOLcat paper craft of the ever on time Monorailcat just a few months ago, but I havnt been able to put it together yet. Can U?
I wrote a sweet story for American Lit. class, and want U all to read it! :D
I'm just Copy/Pasting it, so have fun!
Part of That World.
Waking up, I felt the sunshine on my face and realized that I wasn’t home anymore. That woke me up completely, but I couldn’t get up! The winding arms of countless vines had practically entombed me at the base of a stately oak tree. All that showed to the outer world was my eyes and the tip of my nose.
It took much wriggling, but I finally reached down to find my pocket knife in my jeans. I pulled out a useless, rusty piece of junk, worth nothing in any sort of escape attempt. The entwining vines were like a net, holding me fast to the earth I now felt apart of. It was so peaceful here, what was the point of leaving? I must have been gone for days, even years! The vines don’t grow like this overnight. Maybe I’ll just fall back asleep…
I rested in hibernation state for what felt like lifetimes, but I know was only a few years. I felt the forest grow around me, reach for the sun, bask in the rain, and I soon became a part of it. I became the oak tree, reaching into the sky. I became the wild rose, opening my fragrant blooms to attract the bees and butterflies. The forest aged and grew with me, and soon I no longer needed my human flesh to connect to anything. As my former self decayed and was absorbed into the ground, my new self thrived on its nutrients, growing in strength as I reached for the stars.
I could feel the life around me now, the squirrels and small insects that inhabit my forest, running, scurrying, gathering food and materials for shelter. I could feel the joy of the robin as it sang from my branch about a new life the Lord gave him. I could sense the anger of the squirrel as it sees a rival going for his hard earned winter store of nuts. The life that flowed through the forest invigorated me, and I grew, becoming wilder and more vibrant with each passing year. I became lost in the growth, in the amazing wonder that is Gods Creation. The flowers that died every year to be replaced by their seeds, the animals that hibernated, and woke up, and the world that slowly turned on its celestial course set thousands of years before my time.
My peace lasted for many years, changing and growing, encompassing a grander and vaster land area, reaching for the heavens and bowing in awe of the God who brought it all to be. But it couldn’t last forever. New creatures entered my secret dens, creatures unlike any I have felt before, yet somehow familiar. They were incredibly familiar, and I could feel the sadness that flowed out of them. With a start, I realized they were what I was, so many years ago, before I was given this great task by the Almighty. They were humans. Not just any humans either, but my Mother, and Father. I realized, with a start that sent birds flying from my oak, that they were my Parents, and they were sad for me! I realized that I had disappeared from them over 30 years ago, and I hadn’t thought of them once during my Awakening. I felt grief for the first time, and wished to comfort the aging pair that walked carefully through the woods towards my tree.
I had always been a nature lover, they were thinking, and the tallest oak would be a fitting shrine of remembrance for my life. They didn’t know that they were approaching the oak I had slumbered under, and where my flesh had fed the ground.
My grief was felt by all my inhabitants, and they came to see what my need of them was. The gentle deer and frisky squirrels gathered in the clearing by my oak, and my parents were awestruck at the sight of them, believing they were sent by God to comfort them and honor their daughter. I knew what I had to do.
The roots of My Oak slowly opened, and a book, bound in bark with grass pages appeared. The gentle rumbling scared my parents, but when they saw what was laid upon the book, Mom gasped and snatched it up. The silver leaf necklace had been given to me by them, and I had never taken it off. Now it adorned the cover of my book, written to tell them what I had done, and what had happened to me. They sat and read, taking until dusk to finish. When they were done, Mom closed the book looked up into my tree, and whispered,”Honey, I miss you, but I will come as often as possible. I love you.” She started crying as they left, and Dad held her as they walked out of my woods. The forest smoothed the path beneath their feet, and it wasn’t long before they left my leafy home, comforted in the knowledge that their daughter was taken care of and would be a guardian of Gods creation until He returned.
End
It took much wriggling, but I finally reached down to find my pocket knife in my jeans. I pulled out a useless, rusty piece of junk, worth nothing in any sort of escape attempt. The entwining vines were like a net, holding me fast to the earth I now felt apart of. It was so peaceful here, what was the point of leaving? I must have been gone for days, even years! The vines don’t grow like this overnight. Maybe I’ll just fall back asleep…
I rested in hibernation state for what felt like lifetimes, but I know was only a few years. I felt the forest grow around me, reach for the sun, bask in the rain, and I soon became a part of it. I became the oak tree, reaching into the sky. I became the wild rose, opening my fragrant blooms to attract the bees and butterflies. The forest aged and grew with me, and soon I no longer needed my human flesh to connect to anything. As my former self decayed and was absorbed into the ground, my new self thrived on its nutrients, growing in strength as I reached for the stars.
I could feel the life around me now, the squirrels and small insects that inhabit my forest, running, scurrying, gathering food and materials for shelter. I could feel the joy of the robin as it sang from my branch about a new life the Lord gave him. I could sense the anger of the squirrel as it sees a rival going for his hard earned winter store of nuts. The life that flowed through the forest invigorated me, and I grew, becoming wilder and more vibrant with each passing year. I became lost in the growth, in the amazing wonder that is Gods Creation. The flowers that died every year to be replaced by their seeds, the animals that hibernated, and woke up, and the world that slowly turned on its celestial course set thousands of years before my time.
My peace lasted for many years, changing and growing, encompassing a grander and vaster land area, reaching for the heavens and bowing in awe of the God who brought it all to be. But it couldn’t last forever. New creatures entered my secret dens, creatures unlike any I have felt before, yet somehow familiar. They were incredibly familiar, and I could feel the sadness that flowed out of them. With a start, I realized they were what I was, so many years ago, before I was given this great task by the Almighty. They were humans. Not just any humans either, but my Mother, and Father. I realized, with a start that sent birds flying from my oak, that they were my Parents, and they were sad for me! I realized that I had disappeared from them over 30 years ago, and I hadn’t thought of them once during my Awakening. I felt grief for the first time, and wished to comfort the aging pair that walked carefully through the woods towards my tree.
I had always been a nature lover, they were thinking, and the tallest oak would be a fitting shrine of remembrance for my life. They didn’t know that they were approaching the oak I had slumbered under, and where my flesh had fed the ground.
My grief was felt by all my inhabitants, and they came to see what my need of them was. The gentle deer and frisky squirrels gathered in the clearing by my oak, and my parents were awestruck at the sight of them, believing they were sent by God to comfort them and honor their daughter. I knew what I had to do.
The roots of My Oak slowly opened, and a book, bound in bark with grass pages appeared. The gentle rumbling scared my parents, but when they saw what was laid upon the book, Mom gasped and snatched it up. The silver leaf necklace had been given to me by them, and I had never taken it off. Now it adorned the cover of my book, written to tell them what I had done, and what had happened to me. They sat and read, taking until dusk to finish. When they were done, Mom closed the book looked up into my tree, and whispered,”Honey, I miss you, but I will come as often as possible. I love you.” She started crying as they left, and Dad held her as they walked out of my woods. The forest smoothed the path beneath their feet, and it wasn’t long before they left my leafy home, comforted in the knowledge that their daughter was taken care of and would be a guardian of Gods creation until He returned.
End
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