Beauty

It's hard to let go of things.
It's no secret.
Well, it's hard for me to let go of things.

Today is Easter, for those of you who are Christians/Whatevers, otherwise it's just another Sunday. And that's fine, because this is not about the holiday.
We sat around the table, exhausting subject after subject. I try, I promise you I try, to make conversation. I don't know how to, but I try to. But all I can do is stare at the tulips on the table. One of them seems perfect. I photograph them. I want to put them in my room and keep them for myself because I feel I'm the only one who can appreciate them. I'm not. I think I deserve the beauty. I don't. I know I should be happy with what I have.
I'm not.
I know I'm lucky, I know others are worse off than I am. I know life could be worse.
And it's not.
But I don't want the flowers to die. I don't want my mom to throw them away. I don't want them to go to waste.
I don't want them here.
If they'd gone to a family who didn't care about the beauty, they would've been better off. They'd be there, they would be seen, they would be thrown away. And I wish that had happened.
But no. Then I wouldn't have gotten to appreciate them.
They won't last forever. Nothing will. But some things aren't going to change anytime soon, and I have no problem with that.
And I could live my whole life in one day and do everything I wanted. And I'd be happy with what I did. Because I don't have anyone relying on me, and I'm not leaving anything behind.
But everything's unfinished. I guess my life is sort of unfinished. And I don't want to leave it that way.
If you want to see my photos, I'll put them up here. Just let me know.

Forever And Always Won't Always Last
In Fact, The Time's Going Fast

Rex

We Go Nautical!

Hey!

Okay... see that over there? Yeah, That! ---------->

That's a boat. In a kid's bedroom. SERIOUSLY.

And that's not the best part!

(you don't believe me, do you?)

There's a rope inside to take him to his closet! Man! How awesome is that! That's pretty epic, I think!

AND AND AND!

(Okay... I admit... this is the cooler part...)

THERE'S A SLIDE TO GET DOWNSTAIRS!

A SLIDE!

(see slideshow)

In quasi-related news, an old, ill women fell off a stretcher while being evacuated froma cruiseship in Scottland. Yahoo sources say that she had been ill and the captain had decided to transfer her ashore when the stretcher went into the almost- freezing water. The old women, Janet, had to tread water for four minutes! She was hospitalized for three weeks and now remains in England.

HOW do you "ACCIDENTALY" DUMP someone into FREEZING WATER?!?!?!?!

YOU DON'T!

LOVE YA!

Rex

FandA

Sonnet 60

Hello Hello Hello!
Without further ado, my response to an amzing sonnet by an amazing author that no one at my school apreciates:
SHAKESPEARE! I know!

SONNET 60

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
   And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
   Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

So! Let us jump right in!
The first set of rhymes!
What it basically said to me was the following: waves constantly roll to shore, and our minutes quickly and constantly run out. Each wave takes the place of the one before it, and each minute replaces the one it follows. And, in sequence, hard work comes next.
And... moving on!
Christ's birth was once the new thing at it's "birth." But now it's maturity is growing as it grows older. When he said "main light" he meant the sun, and he meant guintessentially (in my eye) that time would be measured from that point. And then the "crooked elipse" (I am assuming ellipse was eclipse) was that over the years a shadow had fallen over the light.
Second to last grouping!
Time fixates on youth, and flourishes for them. Meaning when you're young, you see time ahead of you. And it jumps into the beauty of similarities, but still marvels at our differences. Then nothing is left but for his blade to cut those whose time has run out.
And the last two lines?
Shakespear hopes that his sonnet will make it through the time. He hopes people will still be praising them for what they're worth even after the heavy hand of time breaks them away.

I hope you all agree- I just thought I'd share with you one of my favorite poems.
I love this so much because I see the affects of time everyday of my life.
Agree? Disagree?
Yay!

LOVE YA!
Rex
(This weekend I'll post my latest dream and dissection Sunday, if any of you want to read it)
(Who am I kidding, no one's reading this! No one cares about my life!)
(Well... I do!)

No Need For A Storybook

My hair is blue. I am being totally serious! I mean it! I died my hair blue! My entire head, it's electric blue! When it was wet,  it looked green. Man, I was freaking out! I was so scared that I had actually died my hair green, and it was not a pretty shade! I'm happy with hoe it turned out. I am now I am worried about what people at school will think.
What? You don't believe me?
Huh...