Friday, September 27, 2013


When I was younger I spent a lot of time at my cousin’s house. She lived out in the country on five or six acres and they had a couple storage sheds out behind their house. These were great for playing hide-n-seek, right up until the black rat snakes decided they were also great places to spend the night. We stopped playing in them real quick. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing as there were a lot of other places to play, like the swingset/slide combo thing.
Yesterday my alarm went off at six like always, and like always I turned it off to wait for the six thirty alarm, which is when I actually get up. Apparently I fell asleep, because I had this extraordinarily vivid dream.
Several people from here at college were at my cousin’s house with me, my brother and my cousin. We were going to swim in her swimming pool. I ran ahead of the group and jumped in the pool first, and then I got out and for some reason went down the hill to where the sheds were and opened the door to one of them. There were several small black snakes, so I slammed the door. I heard someone yell up the hill, turned and saw the biggest black snake I have ever seen coming down the hill, apparently having been frightened by the group up by the pool. It was headed for the shed I was standing by, and I didn’t have time to get out of the way. When it got about a foot away from me it stopped and reared up the way cobras do, but it didn’t have a hood. Anyways, its head was directly in front of my face and I started to run away, but then I remember that if a snake looks like it’s going to strike you shouldn’t run, but try to take its attention off of you. I somehow knew it wasn’t a poisonous snake, so I wasn’t scared for my life; but I knew a snake that huge (Like, 15 feet long huge) would have enormous fangs and would tear my face up pretty bad. So I slowly brought my arm up in between my face and the snake’s. It slowly came forward and put its mouth around my hand/wrist but didn’t bite down hard; it just squeezed enough to make puncture marks. It then let go, but it was still reared up and close to my face. I decided that was enough proof that it didn’t actually want to hurt me so I slowly started to turn and move away.
Bad idea… As soon as I turned my back it struck out and bit the back of my left thigh and pulled its head back so it tore its fangs out. My alarm went off right about then and I jumped out of bed with my heart going a million miles a minute and of course, terrified as all get out.
When I laid back down my hand was resting by my neck and I literally could not distinguish a single heartbeat my pulse was so fast.
Now, just some clarification:
1.     I have never been afraid of snakes in my entire life.
2.     I haven’t watched a scary movie about snakes in forever.
3.     I haven’t been watching anything even remotely frightening lately.
4.     No, I don’t think black rat snakes can actually get 15 feet long.
5.     As far as I can tell, neither my hand nor my hip was hurting.
6.     And no, I will not tell who all was in my dream. :P

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


Does the color or style of your sock preference change? Does it in any way relate to how you're feeling that day or is it just whatever matches or the first pair you grab?
I have been noticing my sock choices lately. I have seven? I think pairs of brightly colored socks, three of which are various shades of blue. Then I have several pairs of plain white socks. All of these are ankle socks in my size of course. I also have three pairs of large, old, guy socks. Here is what I have noticed about my own choice of socks.
If I am having an extra-ordinarily good day, I will always go for the brightest blue that's clean. 
If I am slightly out of sorts or displeased, I go with the pinks or reds.
When I am looking to match my socks to my outfit, I am almost always wearing green, so I go with the green pair.
I only wear the nice white ones if all the others are dirty, or if I am attempting to look more ... Professional? I guess. Less child-like.
The older white ones I wear to bed, when I wear any to bed.. Otherwise they just sit in my drawer.
When I am angry or super tired, I wear the purples and oranges.
I wonder if this is something that a psychologist would be able to decipher. My mind says it's coincidence, but then in my psychology class we're learning about preferences... So I begin to doubt how much of a coincidence it actually is.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Friday, September 20, 2013


is my friend.
 Night is a time for me to unwind.
Night comes and my mind begins to work at problems I have encountered.
Night reminds me that God is always with me. The black, filled with stars, moon, His handiwork.
Night becomes my haven of rest in a wearying world.
Night is a time to listen to favorite songs and revel in the memories God has allowed you to make in your lifetime.

and so, I decided to show my love of the night, as a creation of God.

Thursday, September 19, 2013


Well, I saw this:
Got this:
But then there was this:
So yea, have a good evening... Matey's?

Aye, Matey's!

It be that day agin' ya scallywags! Wear yer best bandanna and ye'll be an ol' salt like meself! Here be some scrawlin's 'bout meself to keep ye afloat. And best be rememberin', if I didn't shoot one o' ya ever' now and then, ya would ne'er 'member me name!

You are The Cap'n!

Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. You are the definitive Woman of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You're mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that's his problem, now isn't? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?

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My pirate name is:
Dirty Jenny Flint

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
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