A*sail*ant

Scene:
Two assailants at a grave, both holding a rose, males mid-age.
A2: (throws rose on grave cautiously)
A1: So, you loved her?
A2: No, I just killed her.
A1: (throws rose, more clumsy, less agile. Pricks finger).
A2: (laughing) It hurts.
A1: (sad) Yes, death does hurt.
End Scene.

Ghost

Ahh, the Christmas season has come again. The war of when the season starts is here as well. When Thanksgiving ends (i go with that one), when Dec. starts, or when an December b-dayer's b-day already happens. Well, anyway, the lights are up and the Secret Santa's are out. In any world, more than one present in for one person is too much, so it saves money. But still leaves me with the hmm...one person to satisfy all my present needs and the question of what they are. Well, though odd my title, it is the true thing I want. No, not a real ghost, but might be interesting, too. Ghost writers, painters, karate fighter/dancers, and other things. First two are my most desires. I have such things locked in my head. Even this blog was stuck there for weeks. But crying to come out. Yet, as I play a dumb game on the Wii, it tells me I'm an accountant. Falling head over heals for puzzles/numbers/order. What of these hold true in the other fields. I have titles, I have plots, I have pictures and story lines from here to Mexico (well not there, but if ideas were measured in distance, well I'd have to shot for the moon). Capostrophy, Eye Chaser, Blood & Blood of JC, Namesake, Poker, Wedding Blues, Guily Conscience (but maybe in french or Spanish), Bones/House Crossover, The Difference, Post about Cow, Ancient Money, Traintrack Ghosts. Maybe others too. Time for Family Guy:) -moo.
ps: i also like the skirt from this picture. maybe size 16/18...maybe???

Cirque Production

So, I went the opening of Lehigh Valley Mall's opening of it's outside area. As one of the specials, it had a cirque productions. It was in the fashion of Cirque De Sollie, but only 15 minutes long. It was fun and I got a picture with the costume in the mall. (it's just the costume). I am trying to upload it, but I keep getting an error. The show was fun, and reminded me of my dream of being an accountant at Cirque De Sollie, but don't know a thing of French or have 5+ years of experience. It's only a measly dream, so I do not worry. There was a juggler, with 5+ circle hops and a balancer, who balanced on circle like things. It looked very scientific almost. The act of this rolling thing, balancing on a box on another rolling thing, which he then made roll to create a balance enersha...ummm...you understand? Either way, it was very fun. Well, got the picture to work. And for clarification, there is a person in that costume.

Famous Lyrics

So, I want to create famous lyrics:
Crack Cocaine for the Pain (only b/c it rhymes)
Another Song:
Born, Bred and Bled for this life. (i was listening to Papa Roach's new song and it goes with the rhythm, it's the chorus) Born, Bred and Bleeding on the cashmere carpet. (so, this whole song was created for one of the rich family shows, like the new one with the guy from 6feet under as the lawyer-I liked 6 feet under). Died for this life. (last one that makes it seem funny).
That whole song is create to be song angrily like hard metal, mad against the rich life. There is a rumor it is hard to live, high expectations. Like Ugly Betty's guy boss. He lives in a life of high expectation, and when he tried to buck the system is only when he is liked.
'till later:)
Moopy (in love w/ Smoopy)

Lost, afraid, and drowning...why won't you save me?

So, we live in worlds of double and triple edged swords. Only hope and despair leave us with the thoughts of which to swallow. So, in my world I have learned I'm easily replaceable, but true, that leaves me easily placeable, but still very replaceable. Where do I stand? The wind cries, I hate you, and I am banged against of wall of unlove. I am afraid of too much these days. I am afraid of change, but this familiar world that hates me pures my insides and makes me scream. They say the little things shouldn't make me cry, but that is all I have to hold. I am left drowning in pool I used to navigate with my eye closed. I am worried, and I can't deal with this fear. I am running face forward into a wall, and all I am give is a nothing second longer of running towards it, another inch for it to fall back, inch by inch, I get closer and it gets further, and then closer, than further. I feel lost.
I want to war against it. They were created to be my enemy but I can't fight them anymore. I'm tired but too tired of being tired. I want to sleep forever, but if I fall asleep it will only be morning again. I wait for the next weekend to sleep my world away, but then time moves faster down, and another week wasted disappears.
Sorry, break for fixing the crappy music. I like music. Do you? It soothes the rotting beast:). I dream of writing better things. Like story A or story B. Moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo...moo. I think I like this song for only the reason that it hits beats of three high, three low. Makes good moo dot, dot, dot. Oh, this one has, three dot. mmoo..mmoo..mmoo..mmoo.. OK, two two twos..BLA!!!!

Another Rambling...

Bla...moo...! It would be so much cuter if I could do the head shake, tongue stuck out, moo. But...it doesn't translate into word. So, why do I write today. To write. So, it's been a darn winter this past week...even though it is summer. I blame the hurricanes and things in Mexico and that other state. Somehow when ever something big happens, my poor state gets the brunt. And yes, my smoopy, I call it a State and not a province or whatever you and your roommate want to call it. Well, the roommate is my smoopy's former roommate, from college. He stop by randomly one day. It was a random odd visit. Odder b/c I was kind of cranky that day, and did have a hankering for human connection. But still very random. I am still lost of the excuse he had, something about moving his neighbor...but is this a no-longer neighbor or a brand new neighbor...b/c in his story, it sounded like neither. Just a neighbor that was and still is a neighbor. Odd worlds.
So, I just did a spell check. Hmm...journals with no spell error. Though, still lots of grammar and oddness issues that will always be.
So, what do I want. I miss my old dog, but he did smell. I like cats, but they also smell. My boyfriend does smell too, but he has the options of shower everyday and takes good advantage of. Details of male creature, Smoopy. He is my boyfriend. Been for over two or more years. Meet in college (spelled it right b/c of spell check). Lives with me in our apartment. Doesn't have the best job, but mostly work to pay off a college loan. He has a good history degree and very smart...but can also sell baby gear like you won't guess. Many blame the beard.
New topic, maybe me:). I do like me. I am smart. Was once told I have a big brain. It may have been to add to my self-centered nature (big head), but I like the compliment anyway. I am self-centered, but knows that bits me in the arse. I don't like cursing, but I like fake cursing. Like: monkey uncle tree. Now, smoopy would know I just spit it one good curse, but not you. That is the way things be. I have good hair, but with it am still sort-of fat. But designed like my mother, so the fat goes every where and doesn't look too fatty in a spot. I like cows. Love cows. Don't know why. One day, in the past, I decided I need a thing to like, an obsession. The thought past and then I crashed into Harvest Moon, for N64. And the cows were soooo cute. Being odd and me, I like japanize or precious moments cows best. I am also oddly picky.
Well, I bore you:)
-later;)

New World

Hmm...am I going to like this new way of posting? Well, it start with a picture of my boyfriend. He's my smoopy and he calls me moopy. Well...here to fame to come.
-moopy
ps: so, doesn't my smoopy look like a cute budda. And I added me with my nephew, who is growing and looking cuter, too. I hope this is fun:)