Life is crazy isn't it? People make comments about how extra crazy it is to be in high school. Some times that gives a flicker of hope and then you see a mother wrestling with her kids in the store and you realize that no matter where you are in life it's going to be crazy. At least in high school you can have nap time. Dang that seems a little on the reflective side. You must understand that I have several allergic reactions to Fall. Just read on and you'll come to see the kind of life I've been suffering with the past few weeks.
Fall has a tendency to do a few things to my inner self. First it convinces of me that humans need longer sleeping hours during winter. Animals hibernate, why shouldn't we? There is much to be learned from animals. For one thing if you plan to live long you must watch your weight (I. e. Squirrels). Another piece of wisdom to be gained is that if you want something go after it (Look at bears, the get what ever they want.).
It also gives me this strange craving to wrap up in heavy, warm, fuzzy blankets and watch a movie like Lake House or North and South. Either way it isn't very good. I could sit there all day warm and cozy reviewing Mr. Thornton's finely chiseled face. Or how those white "Darcy shirts" make me squeal like I've just been given the world... Some mysteries of womanhood I don't even understand. But I enjoy them while I can.
But it doesn't stop there. I become miss crafty! Last night I made a zipper flower clip. If you are one of the unfortunate people that doesn't know what these cute hair accessories are than you living a deprived life. Sorry to be harsh but its true. Although crafting might not be surprising to some of you than you must understand that I haven't crafted with success in over two years!
On top of all of this I become majorly reflective! Not such a grand thing when you're me. When I become reflective the world becomes one big mess of a novel. In the fall the slug is no longer a bug, but a living, feeling entity that has profound aspect on the way I think of it and the trail it leaves; it all becomes symbolic for something else. I also tend to write my best works in the fall. Once I'm done editing my latest short story be prepared to see it on here. It is perhaps my favorite recent work.
Finally fall plays one last trick on my sense. It romanticists winter! Right now I can only think of powered diamonds covering the bear trees with cute little kids playing carelessly in the snow. We folks it all ends with the first snow storm and I remember exactly why I don't' believe in winter. Well I think its time for the traditional Friday afternoon "Let the week go" exercises. It usually begins with a movie and ends with sleeping in. Some times if I'm lucky it includes ice cream.
See you all later!
P.S.
I'm on week eight of a clean room! Oh yeah!
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