Here are just some cool pictures taken in Copper Harbor Michigan. I went on an outing with my girl cousins up there during summer and we shopped around and explored.
Archive for August, 2009
Eyes
Thursday, August 27th, 2009Some say that eyes
Are a mirror into the soul
That if you look close
You can see everything
There is to know about that person
That you can know someone
Just by peering into their eyes
Yes I believe that
But then you have to think
A mirror can look both ways
When you look into another’s soul
You must first face your own
As it reflects back at you
Can you handle the truth
As you look inside of yourself
So look into my eyes
Tell me what you see inside of me
If you find emptiness
Does it mean I lack a soul
Or if you see madness
Does it mean I have nothing left
Tell me who you think I am
Look into me eyes tell me what you see
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Results for Stuffed Animals at School
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
So basically, no one listened to my rant last night ……
Bad people, you should have brought your stuffed animals, only three of my friends brought them along to school, one couldn’t be photographed due to being in a different class, sorry Cappy.
The collecting consisted of a husky, gopher, and of course the famous Dakota. Thanks to those that brought their stuffed animals and showed the love. Everyone else, Where’s the Love?
Hot Cheetos
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009Everyone loves them right? I now I do, and so does my brother. Actually he is more like addicted to them. There are two things that I hate about spicy cheetos though, and both drive me insane. They are the only downfalls to the mighty cheeto.
- First thing, no matter how big the bag you buy ,whether it be a little personal sized bag or a family sized party bag that you could fit your younger sibling into, all of them are gone within minutes. It drives me crazy, I just sit there thinking, is there a portal at the bottom of this bag because my cheetos are disappearing much faster than I could ever eat them. I just don’t understand how they are all gone so fast, and no it isn’t because I am pig and gobble them up really fast. I can take like one handful then turn back to the bag for more and a leprechaun must have made off with my cheetos because they are all gone now. I have to ask, are my friends just eating them all within the two seconds that I look away, maybe I am just insane, oh well that doesn’t mean I should loose my cheetos.
- The final and worst part about cheetos is the red dust stuff that never comes off your fingers. After you finish the magical bag of cheetos, you go and try to clean off your fingers, but simply so, you can’t. You can wash your hands, wipe them on your brand new jeans, even wipe them on your best friend. I am telling this stuff never comes off. It taints your skin and becomes part of your genetic code so you are no longer human but half cheeto beast. Maybe that is what a cheetah is, I don’t know. There has to be an effective way of getting that dust stuff off, and by the way, What is that stuff anyway? Seriously, is it like spicy dust of some sort, or like crumbled up other cheetos? These are the things I need to know.
Anyway, I just try to steer clear from that stuff because I prefer my fingers to remain normal colored, not bright red. They are good though, but I will stick to foods that don’t reroute me DNA into some cheeto beast, I like being normal weird me.
Stuffed Animals
Tuesday, August 25th, 2009This may seem childish but hear me out. On my road trip to and from Michigan this summer and the summer past I decided that I wanted a mini buffalo. Weird but true. So I traveled basically across the whole country and this year in St. Mary, Montana right outside of Glacier National Park, I found my mini buffalo.
This is Dakota, I named him Dakota even though we bought him in Montana, because I am just that talented with naming things.
So you may be thinking at this point exactly what I am here to talk about.
She is sixteen and still jazzed about buying stuffed animals…. what a freak.
You are never to old to be excited about stuffed animals. This I know. There is nothing wrong with having stuffed animals even though they are kiddy and you have played with them since you were like two. Everybody needs to own a stuffed animal and be happy about when they are older. Seriously, changes your whole outlook on life.
So loosen up, go out buy a stuffed animal give it a weird name that in no way applies to it, and be happy about. You know what, don’t be happy be ecstatic. Take that stuffed animal show it to all your friends, heck take it to school and show your teachers and your siblings friends. And be proud of your stuffed animal. If they call you weird go tell them to buy one. Enjoy your new toy. Let me repeat:
There is nothing wrong with buying a stuffed animal when you are older. Be a kid for a couple days, and enjoy every drop of it.
I hope to see all my friends with their stuffed animals at school tomorrow, if you don’t bring one I will be sorely disappointed. We are always kids in somebody’s eyes, so why not indulge in some whimsy every once in a while and enjoy it.
If you bring a stuffed animal find me at break and we will take a picture of everyone and possible get it in the yearbook, so don’t forget!
Shoe Tree
Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
This was a tree my mom and I found on the side of the road on our way to Bend Oregon for our trip back from Michigan. We passed it and had to turn around and go back because it was so cool looking. I have seen telephone wires coated with shoes, but never a tree so covered in them. The shoes were like leaves there were so many. I would have hung up my own shoes but all I had were my new shoes and sandals. Very cool.
To Sleep: The Answer
Monday, August 24th, 2009Here is the second part to last night’s poem
To sleep
At night
I must
Believe
In love
Not just
Hate
To live
A life
In favor
Not disgrace
To hide away
To save face
To leave
Escape this place
To forgive
My sins
Is to
Forget the world
And all
It’s hate
To believe
In destiny
But not
One’s fate
I do
Deserve
To live again
To live
A life
Not burn
In sin
I do
Deserve
To see
The sun
To see
The darkness
Of the world
Undone
To see
The writing
On the grave
And always
Remember
The name
I do
Deserve
Your hate
But not
This ugly disgrace
Please
Look away
Turn in shame
I know
I have lost
The final game
I am not
Insane
I just have
Different thoughts
Deeply ingrained
I do
Deserve
To see you
And not be
Pained
Please
Ignore
This charade
That is life
Say nothing
Do nothing
Take my
Breathe
With a
Deadly kiss
Please
I don’t want
Your
Forgiveness
I only want
Your hate
Scented Candles
Monday, August 24th, 2009
A friend of mine a year or so back for my birthday gave me a scented candle that smelled like a cupcake. I kid you not, this thing I think was a cupcake. I don’t understand how people make those things. Seriously did they take a cupcake and shove it into a candle’s container and say, hey here’s your candle. This can’t even be a candle, it smells so good you can’t trick me.
My best friend actually tried to eat some of the sprinkles off the candle. Pretty funny, they did taste like real sprinkles which is slightly concerning. Now the candle has a big indent from trying to claw out a sprinkle, my poor candle’s battle scar.
They bother me a bit though because it really makes me wonder how the heck they got wax to smell so good. It perplexes me, I could sit here and sniff this candle for hours and be content. It actually worries me a lot.
Next issue with the candle and my only reasoning on how they got these candles to smell so good is this: DRUGS
I am convinced they put drugs in these things, why else would time and time again people just sit there and smell it. It literally is addicting. They should have health hazard signs on it warning people that once you smell you can never stop.
But really my cousin I swear he gets high off my candle. It really is hilarious he comes running into my room doesn’t even speak to me and just goes right for the candle. He just stays there sniffing my candle and if you try and take it away he goes feral on you. I had to battle him to get it back. Then he starts dancing around my room like a maniac. So I sit here and wonder.
Who needs drugs? I got a scented candle over here, come join the party!!
Who needs drugs when you got scented candles. I am sure there is some guy in his basement right now getting high off scented candles and his friends just think he is weird for asking for scented candles every holiday.
If you’re a friend of mine, don’t buy me one, I have enough. 🙂 Beware the power, and my crazy candle sniffing cousin.
If someone understands the makings on scented candles please, share with me you enlightened knowledge I have to know.
P.S. this rant is for my cousin, love yah Pugalopicus!!
To Sleep: The Question
Monday, August 24th, 2009Why can’t
I sleep
Late at night
Why can’t
I believe
In the light
Why can’t
I love
And only hate
Why can’t
I forgive
Life’s disgrace
Why can’t
I forget
Your words
Why can’t
I feel
The pierce of
A sword
Why can’t
I live the life
I hold
In my hand
Why can’t
I stop my life
From slipping away
Like sand
Why can’t
I remember
The name
On the grave
Why can’t
I see the path
I have paved
Why can’t
I sleep
Late at night
Why can’t
I stop
This battle tonight
This is the first of a two part poem….. the next will come tomorrow night. The answer. I hate not being able to sleep at night.
