Thursday, December 11, 2008

Best Wishes For A Friend

Today, my thoughts are with my friend Angie, who lost her mother-in-law in the fight against cancer. I didn't know her, but I know she was a kind, caring person. Visit Angie's blog for more information.

I'd just like to say that life is a fragile, delicate thing. It can bring you happiness, but it can also be ruined in an instant. So I'd like to show you all my poem commemorating life, and grieving death:


Why does it come so fast,
And give you happiness
Why is taken in just an instant,
And make you grieve
Why are there so many ups,
But still so many downs
Will it ever just stay,
So you can be happy and content

Life is a roaring sea,
That will never be steady
You never know when you get,
Or when you lose
So be grateful for what you have,
And follow these words
Cherish the love
Remember the life
And always live

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Gettin' Into The Spirit!

Hmmmmm! Something about my blog seems different, but what could it be? Well, while I'm thinking, check out my new format for the holidays! Although I like it so much I might keep it! And sorry to anyway who was getting used my format if I do keep this.

To really get into the holiday spirit, I'd like to introduce two early Christmas that the entire family received. Here's a guess; one's blue like my blog! Here they are:

I Know, They're Beautiful Aren't They... I Think I'm Going To Cry! Unfortunately I can't actually show you what Blu-Ray picture looks like. You don't even know what you're missing! Oh and in case you didn't know, it's the glorious black one on the top!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

This Just In: "It's Yummy"

I'm putting off my poem to tomorrow because there's a bigger and more important story, and it's scrumptious! Laura of Any Occasion Boutique has just opened up an Etsy shop called: Laura Lee's Tasty Treats. This new shop is filled with many chocolaty, peanuty, and delicious-y treats and desserts. I would recommend the scrumptious "black-tie cookie bars". They're chocolatastic! If you're a cinnamon sugar lover, try the "Grammy's Snickerdoodle". And if you like something classic but still unique, get the "Nutty PBJ Bars". I guarantee that anyone who eats will love this shop. So go out into the Etsy world aaaand... Buy The Treats! They're Tasty!

Update: So I decided to go back to the shop for the first time since Sunday. I thought that things couldn't have changed too much, but that I should check just in case. Wrong! It turns out that the list gets longer and tastier every day! So if you visited it once, for your sake, visit it again!

Amatum et Pacis (Love and Peace),


Saturday, December 6, 2008


It's finally happened! I have an award, and it's from one of my very best blogging friends, Laura of Any Occasion Boutique! I'm so, very excited! But as with any award, there's the rules and the passing and the linking, Uuuuuuhh!

Here are the rules:
1. Post a copy on your blog (check)

2. Mention who gave you the award (check)

3. Pass the award on to 10 others

4. Leave a message on their blog letting them know the honor has been bestowed upon them.

So here are as many people as I can find:

Laurie B. of Looking Glass
Rocki of Rocki's Rockin' Blog
Sharon of Mana Moon Studios
Angie of Angie Kelly Designs
AGoodWitchToo of The Copper Cauldron
Scarlet Fields of well... Scarlet Fields

Well, that's everyone I could find that would appreciate a beautiful butterfly as an award!

See ya next time around,


Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Looooong Road

FI Have Returned! That had to be the biggest gap ever! But now I will return to my adoring fans. Fans... faaaans? Where did everybody go?! Hello... helloooooo!!! Maybe I should've posted more?

OK so I can explain. I was going on Washington D.C. but I took a wrong turn and ended up in Canada. Then I got lost in the Canadian wilderness, and I was being hunted by the mounties. I was finally able to make it to Niagara Falls, but I got swept away and ended up in the Atlantic Ocean. I was discovered on the shores of Ireland, but unfortunately, I had amnesia. Luckily, I had ID with me, and I was able to remember who I am after several months of searching.

I then took a boat to New York, but I ended up on the Titanic because I fell into a wormhole. I was lucky enough to find the last lifeboat, and I slowly drifted back to America. After I ended up in Massachusetts, I made my way back to PA, only to realize I was still back in time. Confused, I decided to live the rest of my life in California.

After 50 years of being a rock and roll legend and eating many PB and Banana sandwiches, I began to grow tired of it all. I took a plane to Florida to do my next show. I hadn't been in Florida for a while so I celebrated by going to the Everglades. Unfortunately, I fell of the tour boat. I suddenly found myself in the Fountain of Youth! I drank some magical water, but it tasted dreadful! It turns out swamp muck makes you younger! After returning to my original age, I fell into the Nexus of All Realities.

I then ended up in England. I found a castle with a nice old man who cared for me, but one day I found a mysterious old wardrobe which transported me to a magicical other realm. After years of being a king and saving the world, I tried to go through the wardrobe, but I found myself in a galaxy far, far away. I became an amazing laser sword-wielding hero. But when I blew up the Death Orb, I went through a wormhole back to the day I left for D.C. and I made sure we went the right way this time. And if you're wondering why I haven't been posting, I've been lazy ever since. By the way, the Smithsonian is awesome; I loved it!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Savage?! Part 2

Okay, I know I just did one, but I think that the letter really deserved it's own poem. So here it is, my poem:

Just a Savage

Why do you do this White Man
What do you gain from it
Why do you think the world is yours
When you "buy" the world around us,
What do you get from it
What is your purpose
And when you are done here,
What would you do then
Or perhaps I don't understand
Perhaps I'm just a Savage

Why don't you care White Man
Do you not hear the world around you,
The very world you conquer
Can you not hear the leaves rusting,
The whistling wind in the whippoorwill
Does every beast matter to you,
Do you find yourself higher than them
Is the buffalo just a "creature" to you,
Without feelings or a soul
Maybe you just don't try to listen
Or perhaps I don't understand
Perhaps I'm just a Savage

When will you learn White Man
This world is to be loved,
To be nurtured
It was given to all of us:
The beasts, the trees, the man
So treat the world not as land,
But as something very much alive
Don't cut trees so you can make your iron horses
When your cities are everywhere,
And you own the world,
What will the cost have been
Will you be able to hear or breath
Will there be anywhere to escape to
Will there be a world left to live in
Or perhaps the White Man doesn't understand
Are we truly the ones who are Savages

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Savage?! Part 1

My fellow blogger Laurie B. of The Looking Glass posted something truly amazing and inspirational! This is what Chief Seattle wrote to George Washington in response to Washington trying to buy the Native American's lands. I felt I just had to post this!

The Great White Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. He also sends words of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him since we know he has little need of our friendship in return. But we will consider your offer. What I say the Great White Chief can count on as truly as our white brothers can count on the turning of the seasons. My words are like stars: they do not set.How can you buy or sell the sky; the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water, so how can you buy them from us? We will decide in our time, but every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every glade and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.We know that the white man doesn’t understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the Earth whatever he wants. The Earth is not his brother but his enemy; and when he conquers it he moves on. He leaves his fathers’ graves behind and doesn’t care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children. His father’s graves and childrens birthrights are forgotten. His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind a wasteland. The sight of your cities pains the eye of the red man. But perhaps this is because the red man is a “savage” and doesn’t understand.There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities. No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insects’ wings. The clatter insults the ears. But perhaps I am only a “savage” and don’t understand. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the argument of the frogs around a pond at night? The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the wind itself cleansed by the midday rain or scented with pinion. The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath: the beasts, the trees, the man. The white man doesn’t seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for days, he is numb to his own stench.If I accept, I will make one condition: the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am just a “savage” and don’t understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a “savage” and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo whom we kill only to live. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone then men would die from a terrible loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.Our children have seen our fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame. After defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet food and strong drink. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days; they are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on the Earth, or that roamed in small bands in the woods, will be left to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful and hopeful as yours. One thing we know that the white man may one day discover: our God and your God are the same. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man and his compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The Earth is precious to him, and to harm the Earth is to pour contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your own bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed. The secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by telegraph wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt, the end of living and the beginning of survival.We might understand if we knew what it was that the white man dreams, what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights, what visions he burns into their minds so that they will wish for tomorrow. But we are “savages”. The white man’s dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden we will go our own way. If we agree, it will be to secure the reservation you’ve promised. There, perhaps we may live out our brief days as we wish. When the last red man has vanished from the Earth, and our memory is just the shadow of a cloud passing across the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people, for they love the Earth the way a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.If we sell you our land, love it as we’ve loved it. Care for it as we’ve cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land, as it is when you take it. And with all your strength and all your might and with all your heart preserve it for your children, and love it as God loves us all. One thing we know: our God is the same as yours. The Earth is precious to him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from common destiny.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


WE HAVE WON!!! Obama won the presidency! He won by 7 million votes and 176 electoral votes! To every Republican out there, McCain ran a long and hard campaign, he was a good guy. To all you Democrats, Good Job! I commend anyone and everyone who voted, even for McCain. Your votes can change the world!

But now... the election that I held for my new poem! In third was "Life". In second was "Perceptions". And the winner was... "Changes"! So here it is:


What has become of my world
What has become of the leaders
What happened to the righteous
How could this have happened
Can the darkness be turned back
Or is it already too late?

This world of ours...
How did it become this
It was once great
When people cheered and freedom reigned
When war was gone and happiness prospered
Why is it gone; where did it go?!
Will I ever see the sun shine again?

My world is corrupt...
It's just a shadow of something great and mighty
How will we go back to the light
Who are we
What are we

Is there someone coming
Can he turn us around
How will he do it
Will my world see a brighter future
Will he give us a reason to smile
It won't be easy

Well let me tell you
Hope is Coming!
It's always darkest before the dawn
And the dawn is here
He is coming
The man who can change it
How is it possible...

Friday, October 31, 2008


It's... it's Halloween!!! The time of scaring, fun, Halloween carols, aaaaaand FREE CANDY!!! Oh the many choices of what costume I could wear. I'm thinking about being a Hobo! Aah hobos, the cream of the crop of our society. Wait a Minute! Uuh Anyway, to celebrate Halloween... I'm doing another Edgar Allen Poe-m! (Iif you voted already, you have to do it again, Sorry!) Make sure to vote! (for a president, too!) BOO!!! I got you that time, didn't I!

Onto my Halloween... It's Awesome! First off, I have almost no school! I'm so ahead that I can take today off! Second, my Mom and I made a totally creepy pumpkin! Here's a spooktacular pic:
Oooh ee Oooh ee Oooooooohh! Now that's creepy!

Finally, I'm in one weird costume! If you know me... I don't dress like this! Actually, I'm dressed as my brother! So this is what I look like now!

Have a happy Halloween!!!

Monday, October 27, 2008

It's Here!

Weeeeeell, I got a mysterious package a couple of days ago. I had no idea who sent it or why. But to my surprise... Rocki sent me a care package! I cut away at the box to fiiiiind... a box for a ceiling lamp! My mom said that Rocki told her she was sending something, but it wasn't a lamp. Ooooooohh, I really wanted a lamp! So, I cut at this box too, and I saw all of this!
In case you can't see everything, I got: A Halloween PEZ (candy dispenser), tons of postcards, an Arizona cap, a pet rock (named Debi!), and a deck of Arizona playing cards. That was a mouthful! But anyway, thanks to Rocki for sending me all of that! Oh, and Debi says Hi!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Happy BELATED Birthdays

In this return post, I'd like to celebrate something. Birthdays! My friend Laura had a birthday yesterday! (the 25th) So... everybody join in: ♫Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to Lauraaaaaa! Happy Birthday to Yoooooouuu! HOORAY!!!♫ And there was birthday a while back, Catherine's! I know it might have been on the 14th, buuuut... it's not too late in my book! After all, it's the thought that counts! And then there was ANOTHER Birthday! However, no one remembered! I'm not saying who, but I eeeeeerr... he was very disappointed that no one remembered! After all, he was born a month earlier than he was supposed to and his birthday was SUPPOSED to be on the 25th of October! Still don't know who, well here's a hint: he writes a blog, his mom makes jewelery, he goes to online school. If you still don't know, It's Me! And to make it worse... NO ONE EVER MADE ME A CAKE!! YES... THAT IS AN APPLE WITH A CANDLE IT!!! WAAAAAAHH!!! *sniffle*

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Defending Your Rights: The Conclusive CONCLUSION!!!

Yes, it is! That figure really is Beary Bear and his Super Striker-Fighter Squadron! We're saved! Oh no! Actually... I don't think it's the time to be cheering just yet! Why you ask? Look in front of you!

I don't think the striking mob is taking it too well! They seem to be just a liiiittle mad. *CRASH* Aaaaaaaahhh! Run for your lives! *BOOM* Uuuuuuuuuhh

Oh My Gosh! Lizard-Man can't take Godzilla's fury! Looks like this hero is down for the count! Just goes to show you, Godzilla's bite is just as bad as his roar! Oooooooh... I can't look anymore!

Now this better! Sonic! Sonic! Crush that little, squishy octopus! Make him feel the PAIN! Although I must say, he needs to lose some weight!

Yes! Go Lucario! Stick it to him. Aaaaaah! I said to him not into him! Good Job, but not the way I'd do it.

Oh man! The strikers have the upper-hand again! I'm really mad! Grrrrrrrr! Beat him with your face, Mr. Hammerhead!

Oh yeah! The good guys (total opinion!) are back in the lead. Peck him! Peck him reeeaaaal good!

This is it! Beary Bear is getting ready to finish Mr. Ghosty! But wait... is this enough can this finish the strike?! Oh noooo!

He completely missed Mr. Ghosty! What's going to happen?! Will this cruel striker try to finish off Beary Bear?! How will this amazing story end!


Just kidding! Hahhahaha... ha ha. Sorry!

Wait a minute! What?! He's... he's... helping Beary Bear up?! Maybe Mr. Ghosty isn't too bad? Maybe there's other ways to settle this, other than fighting? Maybe...

Hooray! The strike is over finally! Woohoo! They found out how to end it... COOKIES!!! It's the yummiest kind of peace! Mmmmmm. Yummy! Now everyone's happy! Hey... wait a minute! Did Godzilla just eat a cookie?!

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Story of a Lifetime!

Wait a Minute! I see who it is! That figure is... is Beary Bear and his Super Squadron
*We interrupt this broadcast for a special bulletin*

It seems like resident Joshua has been tagged by his mother, Sharon Henry of Mana Moon Studios (visit blog for more information). In this exclusive report, we'll hear his innermost secrets! We're going to the press conference right now.

"While it pains me to give away these secrets, I have been tagged and it's the honorable thing to do. And so, here are my secrets:

1. First and foremost, I drool while I sleep. You wouldn't believe the pools of spit that I can leave on my pillow!

2. I won the Presidential Award for Outstanding Academic Excellence when I was in 5th grade! It had a letter "from" the President saying that I was given the award for extraordinary achievement! I'm still so happy when I think of that day.

3. I've moved a WHOLE bunch of times. I'm in 8th grade and I've lived in 7 places and 3 states!

4. I've been to Disney World and Universal Theme Park more times than I can count. My Dad loves going there and it's convenient because my grandpar
ents live there, too.

5. I had a cat who died. The story is: we lived around a bunch of farms, and one time we decided to visit one. Well, we saw some kittens being neglected, so we adopted them. That's how we got Inky, QT, and Teeters. All the kitties were precious, but I took a loving to the one that I named, Inky, who was named that because it looked like he had ink splattered all over him. No matter how many cats we got (5 in all), I always loved Inky the most. When Inky grew up, he became aggressive to the other cats, so we gave him to my Dad. Every time I visited my Dad, I could see my favorite little kitty in the world. Until, one day, Inky was outside on a leash (he was being bad). Well, Inky tried to climb up a tree, but when he jumped down... the leash got caught on a branch and he hung himself. But no matter what happens, I'll always miss Inky the most. I'll always have a special place in my heart for Inky, the greatest kitty the world has ever seen!"

This reporter has never felt so sad! *sniffle* That boy will never see his favorite cat in the world ever again! It's so saaaad! Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Defending Your Rights! Part 3 #2

Sshhhhhhhh... Wha Sssshhhhh... Signal... Sshhhhh... Wait, we're back on?! Okay, okay! If you saw my last broadcast you know that the strikers have just formed some kind of wild striker army! But a lot has happened while we were off the air. They seem to have divided into smaller angry mobs! Each mob is attacking a part of Housetropilis! We have to get closer!

Oh No! This mob, led by Godzilla, is ripping up Roomville! They're tearing apart an armored tank like it's tin foil! The horror of it all! Why... WHY!!!

Aaaahh! This mob is trashing Toilet Town! Those horrible toys, they're destroying all the care products. How will the women live without the vanity products! (Hey, that's my toothbrush!)

I never thought the little guys could become so violent! They're knocking down all the mini books! And wait a second, is that evil toy pushing of the poor little blue guy off the shelf?! How heartless can you get!

Gasp! I never new Mr. Ghosty was so mean! I can't believe he's leading the mob that's destroying Living-room County! As I say, you don't know someone until they have the chance to join an angry mob!

Oh My Gosh! It's... it's too horrible to watch! This picture is not for the faint of hearted.
I can't look anymore! Aaaaaaaahh! The
horror... THE HORROR!!!

Is their anyone here who can save us from this horrifying
mayhem! Wait a minute, what's that in the distance. I can't make it out, but...

To Be Continued!!!

Friday, October 17, 2008

Defending Your Rights! Part 3

Extra! Extra!

Read All About It

On this issue of Scribbles of an Ancient Soul: The PJ's strike is in it's final moments, and the stuffed animals are going wild. How this dramatic story will end?! The only way to answer that is to go to our reporter on the streets.

Mr. Skeleton has been striking today! But nowadays he goes by the name, Mr. Ghosty. It seems like he's so hungry, he's past dead, he's dead dead! This is an example of what happens when it's too late to save a toy. He's past the point of no return! Sad, isn't it?

As you can see, food is getting so scarce that people are resorting to extreme methods. This poor striker is being eaten alive by the... PEZ cow! Let me get this straight, a PEZ cow is eating some kind of animal with a bud and leaves fused to his back. It's okay, this reporter is confused too!

Eyewitnesses have reported that this komodo dragon is on strike for dental reasons. He has no dentist, no toothpaste, and no teeth since the Dragons for Dentistry amendment was taken from the Constitution in 1992. This act was a hard blow to all reptiles out there. Sorry about the poor photo, we're having minor technical difficulties.

This picture brings one word to this reporter's head, Justice! If you read yesterday's issue, then you know exactly what I mean! This penguin was seen yesterday, viciously eating shark bodies. This reporter has heard that it is more gentle nowaday... This Just In! A mob has appeared outside! We're going to our reporter at the scene!

This angry mob is... is horrifying to see! This reporter has never seen so much destruction! It's absolutely Shhhh... What's going Shhh... on Shhhhhh... My Go... Shhhhh... Aaaaaa Shhhh... aaaah Ssshhhhhhhhhh!

Sorry, We're Experiencing Technical Difficulties!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Defending Your Rights! Part 2

It seems like my striking has inspired my stuffed animals to start protesting. I'm putting an entire strike force together! Everyone one of them is standing up and backing the cause! Even Godzilla is backing me up. But the right to stay in PJ's isn't the only thing they're protesting about.

First of all, you have to know that they live in a big dump. The house is miserable, disgusting, and an absolute pigsty. This place doesn't have electricity, water, heating or even indoor-plumbing! It's... it's... uuuhh I think you get the point now.

Next is Mr. Skeleton. He's on strike because he hasn't eaten in years. Mr. Skeleton so hungry that he's past skin and bones, he's just bones! Please support our cause, help Mr. Skeleton get something to eat.

This little pink bunny (or whatever it is) is on strike because the entire balance of nature is off in their dump of a house. Food is eating the people! That vicious marshmallow Peeps is dining on the flesh of the helpless bunny! Before you know it the prey will be eating the predators!

Oh come on! Did I call it or what?! Wow, that is one vicious looking penguin. Look at those beady little eyes, and that bloodthirsty beak! The hunter has truly become the hunted. It just goes to show you that you can never trust a penguin. Heed my warning or you'll end up like this poor, helpless shark.

Who else will start striking? Will I get the right to stay in PJ's? Will the protesters meet a grizzly end?! (or not) All these question and more will be answered in the mind boggling conclusion of Defending Your Rights!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Defending Your Rights! Part 1

It's what everyone has been waiting for... the return of my blog! *cheering fans* Thank You, Thank You! And I'm going to come back with a special three-part post: Defending Your Rights! And to make it even more special, it corresponds with the latest Mana Moon blog. So don't forget to visit the Mana Moon Studios Blog
before reading my post. And so, after watching "Newsies", it made me feel like protesting. What, you ask, am I protesting about. Well, when D came home for lunch at noon, I was still in PJ's. Embarrassed, I began to go upstairs. But then, D jokingly said, "Dressed?! Why get dressed?" I responded with, "Okay, I guess I won't get dressed today!" My Mom then said, "No, only parents don't have to get dressed". I couldn't take their remarks anymore, so I went on strike! The rights of the minor will be persecuted no more! *applause* As you can see, I lost the battle of my dressing rights, but the war is far from over. Next time on Scribbles of an Ancient Soul: the stuffed animals revolt and have a strike of their own. It'll be comedic, fun-filled, and the ride of a life-time! So don't miss the action packed second part of Defending Your Rights! *Bum, Bum, Buuuumm!*

Friday, October 10, 2008

A Change of Plans

Hello Scribbles viewers! I heard that some people missed me, so I'm back and ready for some more blogging! Before reading the following post, you should know that I, unlike most kids, am cyberschooled. This simply means that I do homeschooling online. Sure I don't have a social life besides Blogspot, but it's better than the other choice. You see, I'm cyberschooled because the school where I live is absolutely horrible. Its test scores are so low that it seems as if they're teaching mice!

So anyway, the school I've been going to, Agora, seems to have been a good choice; that is, until this year. At the beginning of this school year, I had some trouble with Agora. It all started the second day of school. They hadn't taken into consideration how many students were joining this year, so the school's website, where I do all my schoolwork, CRASHED! It's as if I went to school, and the doors were locked. Talk about a bad start! It was a little frustrating, but I tried to not let it bother me too much. My mom had others plans, though.

She wasn't going to let this one go by. She decided that we should look at other schools. We set up an appointment with the first school she came across. This school seemed very promising. When we met with the adviser, she was very nice and convinced us even more that this school was excellent. While we waited for the school to tell us if we made the cut, Agora was getting more and more unappealing.

First of all, a test they wanted me to take online called the Scranton was having major problems. Every time I got past the fourth question, it would freeze up and say that there's an error. Then, someone from the school sent me an email welcoming me to my first year of Agora, but this was my third! The school was getting more frustrating ever day! And then, guess who calls, but the new school!

We all breathed a sigh of relief and a cry of joy because they said that I would be starting school in a few weeks. And so, I stopped school yesterday and now I'm on a mini vacation for a week. How great is that! It seems like everything works out in the end. That is until this school goes horribly wrong too. Hahahahahaha! (I really hope not!)

Note: I will not be responding to any comments or emails until the night of Tuesday the 14th. That doesn't mean you shouldn't leave anything!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Edgar Allen Poetry

Everyone knows Edgar Allen Poe. After all, he made "The Tell-Tale Heart", "The Mask of the Red Death", and my personal (and most other peoples') favorite: "The Raven". It's not surprising that a poetic one like me (not to toot my own horn) would like him so much. But more to the point, I was working on a sad memoir (about my moving) when I thought I'd try to be a little poetic. I Began to like what I saw and decided to make it into a full-fledged poem. My sad and gloomy poem really reminded me of him, so I call it my ode to Poe. Hope you enjoy!

Twilight Town

The sun never rose and the moon never set

Life was nothing more than a despicable wretch

The trees never budded and nothing was grown,

For ash covered soil had made it a dead, dark brown

And everyone starved in Twilight Town

The moon never glowed and the sun never shone

The wind always made one big, eerie groan

No one ever shouted and there was always a frown

On everyone’s face in Twilight Town

The moon never went down and the sun can’t gleam

All is a nightmare, never a dream

A ray of hope can never be seen

The world has been deemed dreary and mean

The groans and the sadness couldn’t be drown

And the souls were never lifted in Twilight Town

Monday, October 6, 2008

Tag, You're It!

It's happened. I've been... TAGGED!!! *bum bum buuumm* My new "blog buddy" Rocki tagged me. As tagging goes, I have to share six secrets about myself. This should be fun (yeah right!)

1. I still sleep with stuffed animals, lots of stuffed animals. About 10-12 at a time! I admit that it's a little childish, but I can't sleep without my Beary-Bear. Please tell me I didn't just say Beary-Bear! (It's okay Beary-Bear I'll protect you!)

2. I don't like pie! Okay, so maybe it's not major, but come on... who doesn't like pie! I must be un-American or something.

3. I used to play the violin, but I stopped because it was too hard. But really don't blame me. It was that darn (clean version) violin! Every time I made the slightest wrong movement it made the most horrible, screechy sound on Earth! It haunts me I tell you, it haunts me!

4. I had a "Japanese Fighting Fish" named Samurai. Unfortunately while I was away, he died! To make it worse, when I came back I didn't even notice he was gone! And my Mom didn't even tell he was dead! Of course I don't blame her because I didn't notice him enough and I should've paid more attention to him.

5. The story of us coming to Lewistown is a sad one (for me!) Before we lived in Lewistown, we were in Orwigsburg. We had been living there for 3 years, longer than I've ever lived anywhere else before (besides New York). It was the best time in my life! I had like a dozen friends! Well, to try to make a long story short (read at two times speed) we had to move, and we had already been looking at the Lewistown real estate. I was extremely sad and filled with anguish. I've never really been able to get over it. THE END! *out of breath*

6. Last secret (finally!) Well, I'd like to finish with the biggest one of all. My mom and dad are divorced. I'll try not to go into details, but... they really didn't get along so they decided to get a divorce. Now I live at my Mom's and visit my Dad (who got married again, too). I know that they're happier that way but I'll always feel like something is missing. I'll never have that completely structured family feeling. It just isn't the same as a regular family.

Well, now it's time to announce my "tagees".

1. Edd (you better tell him Catherine)

2. Sakura

3. God (who else can I tag!)

4. And finally: Way-Way (you can't protect him any longer Rocki!)

Sunday, October 5, 2008

A Very "Blocky" Beginning Part 2

It's what everybody's been waiting for: Part 2! If you read my first blog you know that I started off with "Have you ever had one of those days?" Well, now here's my second blog.

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you just keep on doing the same routine day after day? You practically feel like a robot! That's been happening to me for the past month (and at times year) of my life! It's so horrible doing the same thing day after day after day after... *beep boop bop*

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like everyone around is a vicious cold-blooded predator?! And you're completely helpless to stop them from chewing you up and spitting you out! Okay so maybe I exaggerated a little, but at least you get the point. I just hope the kitty's okay. (That darn T-Rex keeps on showing up!)

And to finish it all up, have you ever had one of those days where you feel like your knight in shining armor isn't all he's cracked up to be. I'm sure most women are going to be shaking there heads while they're reading this.

I hope you liked my first blog and there's many more where that came from. So tune in a few times every week for... Scribbles of an Ancient Soul! Brought to you by: the Mana Moon blog (manamoon-studios.blogspot) and D's blog (phoenixcommentaries.blogspot).

Saturday, October 4, 2008

A Very "Blocky" Beginning Part 1

To start my first blog I'd like to talk about the age old phrase of "have you ever had one of those days", in LEGO version! *clears throat* Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like the weight of the world is pushing down on you, like you're being stomped down into the ground? This LEGO figure sure is! Poor little guy!

Have you ever had one of those days where your boss is just ripping you to shreds? No matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get away from him? I don't know what's going on in this picture, but it sure is a good metaphor.

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like your surrounded by complete idiots? Where you feel like you're so mad you could rip your hair off of your head! Yeah, I think that this guy maybe feeling that. Of course, that's just my thought