Wednesday, April 22, 2015

It's my own fault anyway. Nobody to blame but myself.

I don't know quite what this was supposed to be. I wanted to express my present feelings and this is what came out of that. Stop laughing. As you can probably discern, my fingers are getting worse. It almost looked like they were looking better. Guess not. :/ Alright, this is the last bit of...Writing about me. I'm kind of feeling a new story idea coming on.
Gradually
Into my mind it's creeping
Only fine when I'm sleeping
It all rose from a sting
I've got no time for this
Don't have the mind for this
Why won't it just go
Driving me crazy
Typing's no more for the lazy
I'm kind of sick, my mind's hazy
Maybe
Yep, I've got contact dermatosis.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Specimen

A flame of hope,
a bucket of matchwood

To my surprise,
A deviation

A new curiosity,
responsibility,

Life I can hold in my hand

Delicate now but hopefully,
I'll have a routine

A tiny structure dependent on me,
I have to watch attentively

Plans held down by a few strands of root,
But carefully they will substantiate,

For now though, I'll have to wait

Explanation:The sagebrush specimen I brought from Idaho has rooted!

Monday, April 13, 2015

Jolina Mae~Short Story

I'll probably draft this a few times, but for now, this is what I've got.
Jolina Mae was a rather quiet person. She was the mother of five children, who were all gone, and the grandmother of twenty five children, who rarely got to visit her. It was all fine with her; none of them liked her, and the littler ones found her terrifying. Her husband was dead and she lived by herself in a house in the middle of a large forest. When she and her husband had first bought it, she found the whole thing very romantic. Now it was the perfect place to be for an old lady who quite frankly despised other people. 
     When she felt like dying, she planned to sit in her rocking chair facing the door to her house and quietly pass on into whatever awaited her at death, leaving her withered corpse staring into the frame with cold, burnt out eyes. A kind of sentry to guard her house from the attention of children too curious for her own good. Eventually, that time came. 
     She was dusting her furniture; slowly making her way through the house when an odd feeling of release washed through her whole being. It felt like the conclusion to an extremely long story; rest for someone who had been walking without pause for a thousand years. Euphoria filled her mind as she hobbled over to the chair. This was it, and her end felt almost...poetic. She sat down and reached across the table at her side to turn on a small stove that had been worked into the surface. As Jolina Mae was waiting for her final cup of tea, her grip on the armrest loosened, and suddenly, there was nothing.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Put wet in--Get dry out

This isn't really relevant -- Sure it's a story, but I did even worse than writing myself in.(cause that's apparently a bad thing) The whole thing is about me. Sit back and read. This seemed longer when I put it on Google+.

So, I don't expect anybody to care;I'm just kind of logging something kind of...Ironic I guess. So, in the past week I've noticed that the skin between my fingers was was starting to sting. I noticed a fine webbing of what kind of looked like --trigger warning xD-- xacto blade cuts. It's gotten worse and I became slightly concerned. Now, for anyone to get this, you have to know that I have...An ocd...Of sorts. If I touch anything that a lot of people touch, I get a weird feeling like I can feel the germs moving around, trying to get in and I refrain from touching any of my stuff(cause it might get dirty) until my hands are washed. I sometimes bring toilet paper to public spaces to avoid touching stuff. So I wash my hands a lot. After almost everything I do. So now you know that, I will continue. I was on my computer, and I thought I should look it up to see if there was some kind of cure for my dry hands. I looked up the symptoms and in about ten minutes read something in the description for 'contact dermatitis.' At the top of the list for causes was frequent hand washing. O_O It appears that in a strange, ironic twist of fate, I made my hands all dry by getting them all wet. I have contact dermatitis. In a few weeks, my hands should be fine.