Saturday, March 28, 2009

Life is life

Why is it every time I'm in church I always want to do something that is so inappropriate? Like burst out in random laughter or pick my nose. Yeah, I'm gross and weird. Church seems to be a contest to see who can stay awake the longest. Or if you sit next to my dad trying not to laugh when he acts like a two year old sitting next to you. I was sick to my stomach tonight, I sat next to a lady who was covered in three different kinds of perfume but that still couldn't cover up the fact that she was a smoker. And my nose always itches when I'm in front of people, never any other time. And I've come to accept the fact that yes I probably have lipstick on my teeth but I can't see it but everybody else can and that is so freakin annoying. Also the fact that there are no such thing as comfortable heels, they all make your feet swell but you have to sacrifice feet swelling to look somewhat better and a few inches taller.

Oh I can't wait for this snow storm thats coming at us. Seven inches and its almost April, how lovely. And the grass just started to green up, damn it.

I'm too critical lately, I need, hmmmm......I don't know what I need.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Nightmare

The Nightmare

I close my eyes to sleep,
And down I go, very deep.
Deep deep down, I go
Where dreams begin to flow.

I ascend into darkness first,
With a dying thirst
For the unknown I face,
Here in this empty place.

I enter a forest in the blackest night,
The scene presented, quite a fright.
Terrified, I try to run away,
But the demons of my dreams hold me at bay.

Out of darkness I come into light,
Wondering where I am in this dream tonight.
I hear a voice, I turn around to see
A person, in this lonely place, calling out to me.

I go to see who it might be,
But the apparition disappears in my reverie.
I feel all alone in this place,
I turn around to find a big horse in my face.

I mount the horse and take off running,
Escaping from invisible pursuers with cunning.
The scene changes, I find myself in a room,
A room of the darkest and dreariest gloom.

I see an animal approaching me,
Its anger in the highest degree.
I back away towards the wall,
And find myself starting to fall.

I awaken to find it is not true
And find myself staring at a ceiling of blue.
On a cold table of steel
In a morgue hoping this isn’t real.

Panicking, I try to awaken.
Finding myself thoroughly shaken,
I am presented with a gun.
Can this dream get anymore fun?

I put the gun to my head
At this point, I wish myself dead
I pull the trigger
To discover something bigger

I open my eyes and behold reality
I am awake and alive in actuality
Finding it was just a dream,
That made me awaken with such a scream.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I'm the new cancer

Ok, so I've been listening to a lot of Panic at the Disco lately.

Yeah so I've been busy, chasing little goats around the house with wash rags, delivering all the babies that have been popping out in the past few days. My life is so not normal, then again what is normal. I think that electrical outlets and plastic bags are baby magnets, for whatever baby you have.

So my nerves are pretty frayed with sleepless nights, night kiddings, feeding babies, milking, studies, not sleeping, ugh I don't wanna say anymore. What is normal? I have no idea, seems to me normal is the average of odd.

So thats my life for this month, I'm pretty much a brain dead zombie in case you couldn't tell.

Friday, March 13, 2009

March already

Woohooo!! Found my first antler shed of the season, well this will probably be my only one to find, but eh I found one.

So lets see, so far with kidding there are 9 bucks and 4 does, normal crazy dreams, absent minded thoughts and actions and the normal thing of not being able to do pretty much anything. So yeah, pretty much normal.

My mind is pretty much one big garbage ball of crap, so I probably won't write about anything worth reading for a while.

Oh, I'm having lots of problems with typoes in my handwriting, if that is what you could call it. My life is wierd, I need a vacation, to somewhere other than here. My life is one big spiral staircase and I feel like I'm never going to get to the bottom. Its just a repetitive motion, around and around the circle, always doing the same thing never doing something different.