Squeee!

This is a very hyper post. No real point to it, really, but you can keep on reading if you want. Actually, it would be great if you read. I’m getting a new, awesome smart phone. The HTC Trophy 7. AND DON’T YOU GO BAGGING ON WINDOWS, OR I WILL BECOME ANGRY MOUSE. No one wants to meet angry Mouse. Anyway, I can make apps for it – I know C#, the windows programing language. I’m so excited for it to come in the mail tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. So don’t be surprised if I’m not really on other sites; I’m going to be playing with my phone probably all day after I receive it. Not only that, but I should be getting my class schedule tomorrow. Insert squeal. That is super exciting for me. After all of this, Mum and I are going to order phone covers and my new school bags. YAY!

Going on. My DSi charger has been missing for the past week. Guess where it was found? Sis’s room. Why she had it is beyond me. Perhaps she was getting back at me for something? Perhaps Mum assumed it was hers and threw it in there? Either way, it is back to me now, and it makes me super, super happy.

Shoot…thinking…Oh, right. I wanted to update this just so that you guys don’t think I’m forgetting about this. Besides, I wanted to share my excitement with somebody. T

Thanks so much for listening.

~Mouse~

I Am (A Poem)

I am

sick of people pointing me out as 'that genius I told you about.'

I am

desiring to stay under the radar for once.

I am

not that person who can just instantly trust people.

I am

that person with the guilty heart.

I am

that shy person that is forced to speak.

I am

that quietly loud person that seems to be able to be both at the same time.

I am

not ready for this.

Poems

So, I’ve decided to post one of my poems on here. In the future, more may show up, along with some of my stories. Possibly. This will contain anything I feel like adding, and someone wanted to read one of my poems, so I figured I might as well add it.

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Fire!

Glowing orange warmth

An overheating life

Rocks glimmer in the hearth

Continuous strife.

And then…

POP!

Tiny rocks cover then, Having fallen from a long drop

The vintage Navaho rug full of warmth

Eyes drawn to the burning glow

It is as on the fire’s hearth

As screams lie low.

The heart moves rapidly,

Swallowing father’s favorite chair,

And there its ashes lie,

As we jump into the car.

Our eyes watch

Our home burst into the red orange glow,

We jumped into a flower patch,

And cried soft and low.

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So, yeah, that was one of my poems. In no way is it related to any personal experiences…I’ll admit that. Hope you like it.

The Invitations are in the Microwave

I know, you must be looking at the title of this first post to my blog and thinking “What the devil is going on with that title?”, and, believe me, that is a perfectly reasonable thought. I will get to that in due time.

To begin, I find it necessary to explain exactly why this blog has come to be. Well, I got very, very bored tonight, and I decided, hey, people around me say and do enough goofy stuff that I can make a blog out of it, right? Right. Besides, so what if it doesn’t work well – what do I have to lose? Okay, a lot of wasted time, but I waste a lot of time doing pointless crud, anyway.

What will this blog contain? Well, useless snippets about my life that I feel compelled to share with a bunch of random friends and the possible stranger that stumbles upon my blog, stupid things that my friends and family say, completely pointless things the guys at MSC – more explanation to come – say and do, and just about anything else I feel like adding. I hope this is entertaining to read, but, then again, this is probably going to end up with a rant post or two, just because it is my blog and I have way too short a temper.

Moving on. I’m sure by now, you are getting annoyed by my useless, pointless explanation and just want to know what is going on with my title. Well, I shall now tell you. I was upstairs washing my face when I heard my little sister talking to my mother. I heard my little sister – who I will refer to as Sis, as I don’t feel like revealing her name -  ask my mum perhaps the strangest thing I’ve ever heard. “Are the invitations in the microwave?” Of course, I have no idea if that was actually what she said, but it definitely sounded like that. Mum, of course, was made clueless by this statement, and simply answered: “What?” Sis then repeated the exact same question, and I was tempted to ask what invitations, and why would invitations be in the microwave. However, knowing my sister would freak if I did so, I did no such thing. I only sat there and listened to my mum tell Sis to go to bed. She didn’t argue, or ask again, which makes me wonder if she was sleepwalking.

So. That’s the story for now. Hope you found it…amusing, or just flat out odd. Yeah. That’s all I have to share. Sorry for bothering you. If you weren’t bothered, or even if you were, thanks for reading.