Trivial matters make all the difference

     Yesterday morning, Mr. Blaire--Kasey's other half--handed me a small, trinket-sized Buddha. It has a loop on the back so one can wear it as a charm on a necklace; but when it was given to me, Mr. Blaire referred to it as a pocket Buddha. The result was a small Buddha in my pocket, obviously.
     When I told Ligia about it, she asserted that Mr.Blaire had tried to give it to her amongst other people. I wasn't phased because I know that he just wanted to find it a good home rather than throw it away. And I guess you can say that the Buddha has made its way to my heart.
     Though I'm still cursed with hitting all the red lights, I feel like this Buddha has granted me a lot of luck. It has given me confidence to out rap Matt Brenson, granted me bold spontaneity, and happiness. Today was such a simple day... but I was left overwhelmed with joy.<3 Bare feet and bridges, and talking about a wide variety things--and nothing. I don't know how to describe the day without over simplifying or making tornados out of fallen sheets of music.
     It was just... amazing, and I'll leave it at that.

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Tsk, tsk

     On Monday, I meant to come here and do a rant. I have probably simmered down by now but my topic is rude people. And so I shall comence.(:

     I was minding my own business while walking to calss after lunch. There was a male student looking over the railing of the stairs. "Not a big deal, " I assumed internally, as I carried on my way to Astronomy. The boy on the railing took a step back and directly onto my foot. My reaction? I screamed. (Take note that I was wearing flats so the extent to which it pained me was higher than if I had wore tennis shoes. You know what? That doesn't even matter. You'll see.) The student seemed in a rush as he ran away and pushed himself through the crowed of people going upstairs. I was infuriated. It was not anger as the result of my foot being stepped on, but rather, the indecency of not taking 0.5 seconds of breath to mutter "sorry". Seriously, what kind of person does that (intentionally or unintentionally) without apologizing? I'll tell you who--rude, inconsiderate jerks!
     The end of the school day came and I found Matt. We started conversing and mid-conversation, he hugs this girl for a long time then ignores the fact that we were having a conversation in the first place. I was waiting on the side of Matt and this girl, when this guy comes behind me and mutters, "bitch..." I turn and he looks mortified. "Sorry," he says as he moves passed me. I sigh and glance over at Matt and impatiently make my way to my bus alone. I wouldn't have been mad if Matt simply told me that this girl was giving him a ride and that he had to go. Or "See you later Passíon." or "I gotta go." Or anything besides being extremely rude and leaving me hanging in the middle of our conversation.
     After not talking to him for all of Tuesday (B day which I see him frequently and sit next to him at lunch) he called me after school to ask, "What's your problem?" Yes, that's exactly how you talk to someone who's mad at you for being rude--with more rudeness! -_-" I explained to him why I was "royally pissed" at him and his response was, "she was giving me a ride home, what was I supposed to do?" I explained that it wasn't a reason to leave me hanging, that he could have at least said bye or something. His defense was that I do it to him, which I don't. If you are I are holding a conversation, the other person can wait or, if it's important, I'll tell you that we'll catch up later. How hard would that have been? Not hard at all, but people in this day and age are rude, agressive beings who don't give two hoots about manners.

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We were a beautiful civilization for such a time yet all that remains is the splendor of artifacts, ancient but new. We knew the king and queen would tire of one another but to say when... not a soul knew.
I look at the three gorgeous relics that were left in my possession--how different from one another they are but how oddly similar they are. Dating them back proves that they each were taken from an era of their own, but how do they fit so will together when they are varieties of ages? It is almost as though they were made a set by some old soul who lived in all three eras.
It's such a shame though, that the kingdom did fail, as strong as it was. Although the end was palpable it was unforeseeable--even those who felt the end coming could not fathom it actually happening.
The month of March is the slowest for the queen, well, the former. But what for the king of her past? (Hmph, I assume he's been through July already.) Remnants of the village pain the queen still. Dear King, how goes everything?

March 6th, 2011

The still air carries

     Normal, typical, basic, routine, habitual, usual, everyday, mundane, customary, regular, predictable, ordinary, average, mainstream, standard, conventional, run of the mill, dull, boring, unexciting, commonplace, humdrum, dreary, monotonous, tedious, uninteresting, droning, repetitive, recurring, cyclic, rhythmic, tiresome, annoying, irritating, wearisome, exasperating, irksome,  fundamental, simple, straightfoward, plain, bothersome, infuriating, natural, expected, established, traditional, fixed, accepted, dry, lackluster, mind-numbing, lifeless, insipid, bland, tame, trite, unoriginal, banal, corny, hackneyed, worn, stale. All these are words that can summarize the feeling of high school on a regular basis. For some reason today was neither monotonous nor expected.
     It always begins like a routine. I wake up to Regina Spektor singing, "They made a statue of us, they made a statue of us..." I get out of bed after wiping my eyes and walk to the bathroom to go pee, deliberately leaving my (500) Days of Summer CD playing. I glance at the mirror, squint, grab my contacts case, open both left and right sides, and begin the ritual of pushing the thin, flexible polymers in to each of my eyes. After proper application, I rub the tears and the rheum away from my eyes. I look at the mirror for a minute before deciding whether to fix my hair or not--today I decided to. I walk back into my room and acknowledge Wrigley's presence. I flip the light switch, that lies to the left of my television, as I open my closet door. I scan through my clothes and pick a shirt, already knowing what pants I will wear. I gather my things and wait until 6:50 am on the dot. At which point I leave my house and wait for Ms. Susan to bring the bus.
     Once I got to school I felt different, I left like I was "on my game". It took my by surprise when that motion passed so softly from your side of the hall to mine. The still air carried that motion to my heart, causing a disruption in its typical beating pattern. My eyes widened and I bit my lip as I smiled... I thought I was over this feeling, I thought the time of interest had passed. The still air carried and it surprised me even though I was "on my game".

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     Best news ever! After hassling over taking apart my iPhone 4 and bitching at Matt not to touch anything, and also apologizing for being an arse toward Matt because I didn't want to get mad at him for 'breaking' my phone, we fixed it! It was amazing how small the camera is--about as wide as the nail on my pointer finger! Seeing all the pieces and seeing how they work in unison is amazing, it gives a curious air about the phone. Makes you wonder about the people who make things like that possible, I know that I could never fathom the intellect and skill required to place all those pieces in perfect working order. Truly amazing and something that I will leave to the experts!
     My Mankie (grandmother) sent me a letter today. I was really excited to have received it and it made me smile.<3 I miss her dearly and cannot wait to see her again! Speaking of which, I'm going to compose a response now!