josh and the big wall!

when we do it God's way, it might not necessarily make sense but doing it God's way gives us what we want, and what's best for us, and what we need, ultimately easier. all the israelites had to do was sing and jesus handed jericho to them instead of a big bloody battle with potential causalities and deaths. but on the other hand, i'm absolutely positive it didn't seem easy at the time, especially cause it spanned seven whoooooole days (i can hardly wait seven whole minutes) with the people inside jericho taunting them and throwing grape slushies at them :P

they were obedient, yet they didn't receive any immediate gratification that could reassure them that "yes, you're doing it right, just 6 more days." no. not even the hint of a crack. that's so hard! to do something that doesn't make sense or feel right and seems counter-intuitive to getting what you want but still being obedient repeatedly and consistently, over and over, each time, each night that passes less sure that this was such a good idea..

"come on God, just a crack. reassure me that i'm on the right track."

it feels like fork meets styrofoam cup,

and unfortunately,
i'm the latter.

if you put monkeys

in a room with a typewriter, they will eventually produce shakespeare. that's how the saying goes isn't it? i need to get me some monkeys.

maybe if i write here my short story won't feel so intimidated and will dare to peek its precious little head out and show itself, asd;flj.

there are so many stories in the world. everyone has one. everyone is one. everyone is 2348723048239047. i need just one.

i people watch all the time. i eavesdrop. and i observe. and i chuckle to myself about how silly humans are. but nothing is coming to me right now.

random word generator to the rescue?

leap: by the time heather was six, no one would play leap frog with her anymore. billy was the last one on the block to play leap frog with her. she was five and three quarters and he had just turned four. it was the summer before she was about to start first grade. so far, this sounds like a first grader wrote it- the sentences are so juvenile. and is it just me or are there strangely ominous potentially sexual undertones, which i didn't intend. ay caramba!

exclusive: the sunset unfurls its majestic red hues for the stars to make their appearance. and the stars, true to their nature, are forever fashionably late so he isn't worried that they aren't there yet, gracing the red carpet. he knows how the night will go: the stars will step out of their sleek black vehicles and people will stare. of course people stare. the stars are beautiful and enticing, he can't help but stare either. they love the attention. story about the man on the moon? i think his name would be stan. stan is the man on the moon. but what about him? so what? what kind of person is stan? where's the tension, the dissonance that sparks a story? does he fall in love with one of the stars? does the star love him back? are the stars literally going to be fiery balls of gas? can i write three to five pages about it? or maybe one of the stars loves him but he's in love with a human down below on earth. and they are literally star-crossed lovers?

kaleidoscope: what a great word. whee, colors! i don't know where to go with this, so many options! there could be a significant literal kaleidoscope. or a symbolic literal one? or a metaphorical one. a big one, a small one, a red one, a green one... it should be set somewhere depressing and bleak- like the great depression?

prerequisite: he had always considered himself particularly proficient in the creation of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. he prided himself in understanding the delicate balance between the timidity of jelly and the overpowering nature of peanut butter. over the years, he had worked out that the perfect ratio for peanut butter to jelly was simply 2:3. now that he was starting fifth grade, he could practically make himself a perfect pb&j in his sleep. where is this going? i do not know.

for someone who is so prone to making stuff up, i'm having an incredible amount of trouble writing a short story.

here, words-
c'mon, here we go-
that's right, just a little bit closer now..

GAH.
:(

there was a little boy

at oktoberfest sitting way up high on his daddy's shoulders with his little hands clamped over his little ears and his little eyebrows furrowed in distress from all the (wonderful, glorious, lively) noise. but since he was way high up there, his daddy didn't notice. i felt so bad for him.

sh, don't tell.

he said as he wheeled his bike over to the door i was holding open for him and procured his keys and fob from beneath a stack of soggy newspapers and leaves to the left of the door.

hey mr. knickerbocker,

i like the way you boppity bop.

i saw this guy today,

all dressed up, primped and prepped, sitting in front of a computer and from afar, i thought he was trying to hang a banana peel on the front of his shirt, you know, like a napkin at a fancy restaurant. but then again, i guess when you're really at a fancy restaurant, you don't go tucking napkins in the front of your glitzy tops. so, maybe it's more like a lobster restaurant. ANYWAY. that was just plain silly, and i was quite confused. but i walked closer and it was actually, believe it or not, a tie! ha, whaddya know. and he was sitting in front of a computer watching a video on how to tie a tie, and clumsily trying to follow along. it was cute :)

that was the most chocolate ice cream i've had in years.

i've been getting waves of homesickness vaguely resembling a sine curve, or a cosine curve, whichever you prefer. waves. seasickness- it kinda resembles that too. hm, if a mermaid were homesick, would she call it seasickness?

(,O'_')-O Q('_'Q)

oh, when you're down and looking for some cheering up

then just head, right on up, to the candy mountain cave.
when you get inside you'll find yourself a cheery land,
such a happy, and joy-filled and perky merry land!

you're so much better than candy mountain :)

but i guess i knew that,
and that's why i sat on the floor outside my room at 8 am in the morning, waiting for the hours, watching charlie the unicorn enough times that i learnt the song by heart.