i relate

its been a while, and i thought i'd share.

i came across this masterpiece the other day.

it described my attempt at fort building almost to a 't'.

i've never really understood that expression (the 't').

awesome.

first of all, i have come to the realization that i like the word awesome.

secondly, this is awesome.

third. i knew there was a reason as to why i don't particularly enjoy talking on the phone.

Pop Corn téléphone portable micro-ondes
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i'm trying it tomorrow.

growing up is overrated

last night an excursion to the local barnes & noble for no reason at all filled up my evening. my fascination with books evolved when i was just a little tike, subjected to hours upon hours of my sister's "story time". something that i am greatly appreciative of, possibly more now than i was back then. but because of her i am constantly looking for good books to read and always welcoming suggestions (hint, hint).

my adventure became a time warp as i decided to venture to the deepest corner of the store: the children's section. i reminisced on classics that i had memorized as a kid and i couldn't help but open and skim the pages of several. as i usually do at all bookstores, i assumed my position: indian style right in the middle of the aisle (possibly the one place it is actually viewed as normal. or not.) i looked over a plethora of books: chicka chicka boom boom, corduroy, amelia bedelia, and dr. suess galore. it was magnificent. and then.... they were spotted. the books of children's poems. and it just so happened they had two of my favorites:

a book of shel silverstein poems.

followed by a jack prelutsky book.

both masters of an absurd literary style. their poems were crazy and near rebellious at times, but i loved them obsessively. my sister would occasionally read one or two to me here or there when taking a break from the novels, and once i learned to read i began to read them myself. i will bless you with a favorite from each. enjoy.

snowball

by shel silverstein

i made myself a snowball

as perfect as could be.

i thought i'd keep it as a pet

and let it sleep with me.

i made it some pajamas

and a pillow for its head.

then last night it ran away,

but first -- it wet my bed.

Shel Silverstein (1996 - Falling Up)

and

homework! oh, homework!

by jack prelutsky***

homework! oh, homework!

i hate you, you stink!

i wish i could wash you

away in the sink.

if only a bomb

would explode you to bits.

homework! oh, homework!

you're giving me fits.

i'd rather take baths

with a man-eating shark,

or wrestle a lion

alone in the dark,

eat spinach and liver,

pet ten porcupines,

than tackle the homework

my teacher assigns.

homework! oh, homework!

you're last on my list.

i simply can't see

why you even exist.

if you just disappeared

it would tickle me pink.

homework! oh, homework!

i hate you, you stink.

Jack Prelutsky (1984 - The New Kid on the Block)

*** if i can recall accurately, which i most assuredly can, i recited this masterpiece in the 7th grade for my english class. you're welcome mr. e.

what a discovery.

currently, I am without a tv. for the most part it has probably been for the best, as i find other things to do rather than just sit in front of the tv mindlessly. on the downside, it has made my sports viewing (particularly the MLB postseason and NFL sundays) and psych viewing (USA network - great show, check it out) quite difficult and a cause for crashing. these crash spots have consisted of friends' houses/apartments and the student union building or the slc, our rec center, both on campus and just down the street. all very nice tvs (especially the friend's 54" HD - its almost life-like), so no complaints. however, i am anxiously awaiting the day that i will buy my own, which should be in a month or two. until then... i will continue to crash and entertain myself mindlessly in other ways (my kitchen is spotless and my dancing skills are getting up to par), but sometimes these just won't do. my new found fix:

Storm Chasers on the Discovery Channel via discovery.com

you can watch it here if you like.

my heart starts to race from just watching on my couch. storm chasing is on my list (see left column) and honestly, i don't know what it is that keeps me so enthralled. it's the one thing (perhaps there were a few more) that used to scare me to death as a child. it would give me nightmares (i once dreamt that a tornado was driving a tractor around our farm... weird, i know. i was young.). i would move half of my bedroom to the basement every time a storm threat came close. they're marvelous and horrifying at the same time, i can't help but watch, anticipating the day that i might be out there. until then, i'm watching and learning. thank you discovery. for my amazing... discovery.