Mood:  a-ok

The fibers of the soul can be

A red fruit on an apple tree

(That'll never be eaten).

Peeling away.

Each layer much more insecure than the one before.

Peeling away.

And as I lie on down to bed,

I use (to think, of course) my head.

"Why can people see my insides very clearly once they've gotten through the outsides?"

I think.

Wait - is it possible for one to shrink

So quickly and see the frightening brink

Of one's mental exctintion?

Can I lose my sanity

After people have found my insides?!

How this can be?

My fibers (like an apple tree)

Are just as delicate as thee.

Or me,

Or he,

Or she!

The fibers of a soul are alone -

But they're not yearning for a mate.

Instead, they count on you

To make a crate

To hold them inside

Of yourself.

The fibers of a soul can be like that.

No need for a pat

On the backside,

But don't blame anybody, either.

Mood:  not sure

Halloween Night would be the best night ever. We'd dress up in extremely realistic costumes and scare babies. If it weren't for Zelda.

For at midnight every Halloween, Zelda turns into a rampaging monster. It has bright green eyes without pupils and spikes along its back and body. It has huge wings and huge claws. The monster, known as the Sandamoria, is almost unstoppable. Its only weakness is moonlight. So all we have to do is lure it into the light.

Then the Sandamoria dissolves and the fainted body of Zelda appears in its place.

Hey, it's me (Zelda) here. Uh, yeah about that story--I lied... heh heh heh *gulp* My friends are gonna kill me if they found out the whole thing was just an elaborate trick. U C, I paid Aku to shapeshift into me, and then into the famous Sumatran cryptid Sandamoria and then back into a "fainted" me. The whole thing started a few years ago (we stopped pranking my friends like that last year) when Aku kept asking me for money 'cuz he thought his parents werent giving him enuf allowance. But I couldn't just give him money if he didn't do something in return. So that's how the 6-year-long ultimate Halloween prank began. (I mean-- trick or treat-- they give the you the option to get a treat or pull a trick!)

Mood:  a-ok

    WHY DO I REMEMBER YOU?

I go to bed

To rest my head.

I make the bread

For sandwiches.

But why do I remember you?

You've never been THAT true.

But then again,

You helped me mend

My heart 

When it was leaking.

And you've also been there

When I baked my first eclair.

Or when fire ate my chair.

But what did I do for a-you?

I've never been so true.

Forgive me, please!          

            Leaking Hearts

Leaking hearts are hard to fix.

Oh, they can bend, and they can mix

Together with big lies.

So suddenly, so suddenly.

Your new bear isn't cuddly,

The wet lawn isn't puddly,

Your lil' siblings aren't fuddle-y,

So suddenly, so suddenly.

So what can fix a leaking heart?

Just eat a tart.

Well, that's a start!

Mood:  lazy

I wrote a poem, and I think it's a darn good one. So I posted it here.

brightly shines the moonlight on

my sleeping face

i dream of the times we had

but it fades away to fuzzyness

and i cry

i cry that i cant remember the times we had

so what will i do when youre gone

i think

what will i have to remember the times we had

just like the universe

coming and going coming and going

its fuzzy

i think it has a lonely unfriendly coldness

but what if theres hope

what if

hidden deep inside that coldness

there is a warm light that shines upon

the memories

that we still

but just barely

but still surely

behold in our hearts

if there were such thing

then id be glad

glad to know that the times we had

can still be acknowledged

by both of us

Mood:  lazy

I've been sittin' here, staring at my computer since like, yesterday and I think it's makin' me kinda kooky. If you know what I mean! Anyway, I just get this idea into my head: I JUST GOTTA GET A HOBBY THAT INVOLVES COLLECTING GOOEY AND SQUISHY STUFF!!!! Why, you ask? I dont know, to tell you the truth. But the point is, said hobby is, um, weird to the bone! So I thought about making a list about weird hobbies like that.

   1. collecting rocks that look like snack foods

   2. saving all of your band-aids and making them into a band-aid ball

   3. surfing with your school clothes on

   4. turtle rodeo-ing

   5. collecting abandoned beehives

   6. popping balloons with watermelon seeds

   7. building model ships that look like they're on fire

   8. collecting the tops from dead jellyfish

   9. cryptid-watching (cryptids are animals that seem to exist but there is no scientific proof - like bigfoot, la chupacabra, mothman, nessie)

   10. walking on stilts while throwing pinecones down chimneys

And stuff like that.

Mood:  irritated

   Oh yeah... Good times. Sorry. My mind just wandered down Memory Lane. I was just "memoir-ing" about the times I went to a public school. I kinda liked those years. Most of the teachers were pretty nice, and I had friends. But, in the earlier years of elementary school, there were these kids that bugged me:

   Nathan: This jerk was always so...icky! He even [almost] kissed me!

   Joel: He always thought he was so KOOL! He wasn't, really.

   Lilina: She was the sneakiest brat ever!

   Zandra: If I could choose between trusting a jail thug or her, I'd choose the jail thug.

   Doris: Ok, maybe she wasn't THAT bad, but because I was like, really smart (and she was not the sharpest wonton on the pupu platter), she kept buggin' me about spelling and reading!

   Oh, man, the stress! I can't belive I survived those kids! Good thing I'm a homeschooler now! But let me tell you, the "sweet life" has its downsides, too.

Mood:  happy

   Hi! Lydia here! Um, listen - this is my first blog (or website, for that matter), but I've been on the website icarly.com, and I've read my share of blogs and seen my share of "How To Make Your Own Web Show" videos.

   Oh yeah - and just so ya can get 2 C a lil' piece of me (not like tearing off a chunk of my skin, though!), here's 2 lil' song lyrics that I wrote just the other day:

                                             Night'n'Day

Ridin' down the ol' West Road...

Thinkin' 'bout you -

Night'n'day.

Hey hey hey...

I'm bored to te-ears!

Who-ho-ho-o-hoa!

Night'n'day.

Hey hey hey...

I'm singin' of skies -

Blue as yo-our eyes!

Night'n'day.

Hey hey hey...

Where will I go without you?!

You're like my food,

You're like my drink!

Thinkin' bout you -

Night'n'day.

Hey... hey...hey...

                                         Ahead of You - One Step!

Whitest powder,

Bluest moon.

I don't care if anything happens!

I just wanna

Make sure

That I'm-a always 'head of you - one step!

Ev'r and more!

I'm walkin' down the street and I see-ee...

Whadoo I see?

Do I see me?

'Cuz I've been goin' thru some chan-ges.

Go, skidaddle!

'Way, dog paddle!

'Cuz I don't wancha to ruin my beautiful da-aay!

Wettest seaweed,

Puff'est clouds.

Oh, I'm-a always 'head of you - one step!

 So, which one did you like better? Sorry, can't post a link where you can hear me singin' it 'cuz I don't know how! (And both of these songs are like pop/soft rock. Or rop. Or pock. Teehee

See ya!!