Whipping Through

There is no comparison to wind. Of all the things I love, wind has got to be right up there with the Ocean and my favorite book. To feel the curling flow of energy whip it's way around and through you, to feel the strength and power behind something as simple as air- I just love it! One of my favorite things of all time to do is climb to the very tippy-top of my roof when the wind is ripping, tangling my hair and just stand there and let it swirl around me. In a dark storm, to stand on the edge of beginning, to watch as dark, looming clouds full of electric power and feeling the unseeable surge of wind that marks the start of all fury being let loose in form of rain and lightning, is something that fills me with a weird, powerful, I-can-conquer-the-world with-my-pinky kinda feeling:)
Today, the sun is shining, the sky is a piercing blue and the wind is roaring in torrents and then just as quickly reducing to a whispering purr. I'm sure all of my neighbors think I'm mentally insane, becuase I just go up to my roof and stand on the top with my arms out and I can't stop smiling like a lunatic! I'm so free and I can see everywhere and the wind is roaring past me, like it's trying it's hardest to knock me over. Its then when I feel the power of standing on top of the world.

Whatevers

Well, the time has come. Those last few excruciating weeks of school. When your brain is totally stuffed to breaking point, but people are still trying to cram everything they forgot in. Vectors, synonyms, reaction variables, Beethoven memorized, laws of cos and sin, stokiometry for cryin out loud!! All of this crap is whizzing past you a million miles an hour and it takes every last bit of effort to try and find a tiny little blank area in your head to write on. All of this starts a phase of life that are known as the 'Whatevers'. I have a big math assignment due on Tuesday! Eh, whatever. I already know how to do it. There's another quiz in chemistry tomorrow! Eh, whatever. I'm gonna get an A- anyway. Your room is a hurricane! Eh, whatevs. Nothing really matters anymore. All I want to do is take a huge vacuum, stick in in my ear, and suck out some stuff! I could stick it on a flash drive for later use! Cuz extra room makes the 'Whatevers' go away! And then I might still care about all this school/piano/chores/responsibility scrud like I used to. Maybe. As of right now, til about let's say June, all I really want to do is sit comfortably on my poofy couch and watch Mythbusters. Is that so horrible? Sigh.

GRRR

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Basically I am very angry today. I think, well I don't know all the particulars and what, but some people really anger me. Yes. That is what it is. I would give you instances, but that's a bad idea. I would mention names, but that is also a bad idea. And quite possibly, I would have a mini freak out session, but that just makes everything millions of times worse. So, I will simply get on here to tell you of my anger and that I am exercising self-control and not blowing it out of proportion. Let me just say one thing... (since no one really reads this is anyway, or won't for a long time) dear ______, you are a moron. wow. I feel so much better!

Daily Horror

My Dear Public!
I am needing, very dearly, to write you a poem!

The ravenous hour approaches,
A monstrous storm draws closer.
All I can do is lie as if dying
waiting for the damage to be done.

They say there is silence before wars rage,
an unmentioned rule of focus.
The petrified murmurs and erupting fires
explode through the peace that before was.

My eyes that once were alive with light
have been masked in heavy clouds
The stabbing, the relentless knife
refuses the be satisfied.

I cannot move, I cannot breathe,
the searing pain must have an end
Then the bell rings to end third hour
and all thoughts of cold darkness
are dissolved because I can now eat lunch.

Where'd That Come From?

Once upon a time there was a person by the name of Juliann and she was having a super amazing life full of parties, happiness, laughter and fun. And one day, for no apparent reason at all, everyone started swirling thier little lives in different directions then she was. And at first it was cool to be alone and standing on her own two feet doing what she wanted when she wanted. But it didn't take long to realize that being so independant sucked. No one the relate with, nobody to take the blow but yourself and for some reason, those just keep coming out of nowhere to knock ya down when you least expect. But Missy Juliann decided that givin up was for pansies and crying is what the wimps do. So she pulled it together, lifted her proud eyes to the final destination, and trudged another step forward.

Dear Krista,

Wherefore art thou? Why do you leave me here all alone in this crazy world with no one to turn to. You have no idea the terror of being left in such an empty cyberspace with all those other selfish web-sites that think they're better then me.
YouTube won't stop telling me all of the millions of people that get on him compared to my mere two or three. And Google? Oh she's horrendous, absolutely insufferable. She thinks she knows everything about everything and won't end the vicious taunts of 'oh BloSpo' ( that's what they call the blogs as if we don't have proper names like google or yahoo. I am rightfully called Delicious, but they say it's too many sylabuls to matter to anyone) BloSpo, I, Google, am what the public turns to when they have an unanswerable question. I am the place to find whatever your heart yearns for, definitions, facts, sales, songs, movies, even love. They turn to you for nothing except for some teenagers tiddle tattle on life. You are nothing to me.'
So you see my pain, my shattered heart. Krista, I am begging you please to write. Get on your blog that you created and prove us to the world. With eachother, we are great! We are expression! We are freedom of speech! We are America! And you are the only one with the password to my heart.
With sincerity,
Delicious Eyebrows of Blogspot

Bon Jour and How do ya do?

Well, my dearest friends! Krista is actually still alive! Just thought that you all would like to know that :) I know it's hard to believe since I haven't gotten on here in like FOREVER! However, if you only know me by what I write on my blog, I would consider you a creeper. If reading my blog honestly and truly brightens your day, then ok. But if not, then you should go do something a tad bit more important with your life.   Anywho- if you do know me, then you would know that I am spending like half or maybe 2/3 of my life in Marching Band! (GO KOTO!) So, I really don't have oodles of time on my hands, in fact, hardly any time at all, but I love livin this crazy life! a-ooga!

Never Ending

So, have you ever just looked in the mirror and realize that the person staring right back at you someone you are best friends with? Like, today I felt like there were two Kristas walking around everywhere. One was loving life at school, and the other one was crouching in the background trying to find her place. Then the happy krista walks over to the lonely one, grabs her hand, and pulls her into the sunshine. I just figured out that I like myself. I'm kinda awesome. :) it's a good feeling. I mean weird? Sure. However it don't matter none to y'all down he-a. So uh,uh,uh. Just so y'all know now, I've done gone and read a book bout them folks down south and they's got em some 'mazin' ways a talkin'. Yup, I had to get that out of my system. I feel much better y'all.

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i am typi ng with my toes!  it is really REALLKYT    hard.    y\up

S t r e t c h i n' I t O u t

If you have never profited by my blog ever in your life, I am here to tell you that that will not be the case no more... "Why?" you ask. Well, I will answer your question. School starts in ONE week from today being August 19th. Do you need me to repeat that? School starts in ONE week from today being August 19th.   yup. bye