Bluebirds and Birch trees

These were some thoughts that a friend Marci, had a little while ago in regards to chocolate. These were my responses. M is Marci, D is Dreamer(Me). D: Okay, chocolate responses time! :D *this may or may not end up a blog post because of my love of chocolate.* M: What if chocolate isn't really chocolate, but the edible form of the tears of fairies? D: Then I would probably feel really sad every time I ate chocolate, if it was considered still ethical to eat. M: What if there were other forms of chocolate, such as gold chocolate or purple chocolate? Would they taste different? D: I think they would most definitely still be chocolate, but with a secondary flavor to them, a metallic-y bit to the gold, and such. M: in Spain, you can drink liquid chocolate. Why don't we all live in Spain? D: Well I imagine after a while we'd get pretty crowded, but I'd love to drink liquid chocolate! M: What if we came up with a way to make truly intelligent, sentient, artificial

 What's your favorite camping activity? Well I'll tell you mine, it's writing! It's prepping time for Camp NaNoWriMo all you writers!  Now, over on NaNoWriMo I've made two lists of writers from the form I camp out on throughout the year, The Christian Teens Together thread. If you're a young writer, feel free to stop by! We welcome newcomers, and see new ones almost every week.  If you do happen to stop by, I'm known over there by my user name; Classical Dreamer. And just so you know, we have people of all ages, so don't worry!  So this Camping trip for us writers on the thread will be a bit different from last year, where we were rather strung across a large number of cabins, which is fun! But this year I asked if anyone knew early on whether or not they were going to do it, and received a lot of responses, so many that I decided to make a list planning out cabins for all of us, so that we know where to go when Camp does start.  As a result, (with

 It is only by the grace of God that I am still standing here on this earth. It is only by the grace of God that I draw breath, and am whole. Everything I am, is by the Grace of God.  Two years ago, a part of my life started that would not end for a long time, and is in some ways still ongoing.  Two years ago, in 2014, unknowingly began what I would now call the year of hell.  I was a bystander to verbal abuse and hate. I lived in close quarters with people that I became to be afraid of, and did not speak up. I hid, and I tried to hide in ways that never really worked, but have now become habits that are hard to break.  I kept silent during the calms, for fear that a wrong word would stir up a storm from a simple disagreement.  I often took to walking to a friends house just down the road, to see if they were outside and could hang out for a while. And to my knowledge they still don't know what transpired.  It is only by the grace of God that I found the courage in myself to

 Not that that's anything really super new to the world of people who have owned phones, it can happen.  Mine just happened to be right before my parents picked me up from youth group.  Not only that, it cracked in a rather magnificent way, making it almost look like a canyon ravine was on the screen of my phone, with swirling rock...  Other than that it still kinda sucked because I cracked my phone. It wasn't any special phone, not an iPhone or anything like that, just a cheap-o that you can get most anywhere, but aside from that. No way I'm holding it close to my face now while having a phone conversation.  On the upside! By some miraculous sensation, the camera is now almost always functioning correctly, whereas before it 98% of the time refused to even turn on correctly. Go figure :P

Things certainly are strange. But would I really have it any other way? Not to mention I already am a pirate. But you know, suddenly only being able to wear one earring does add a certain pizzazz to the whole deal of being a pirate. Not that I did this on purpose. On the contrary, I used to be able to wear two earrings, but two days after I had worn my last pair, I went to put a different pair in, and alas: my right ear was no longer pierced. So granted this is an extremely weird topic to talk about, but honestly right now I'm strapped for ideas. However! This does open up a lot of weird costuming opportunities! I could be a Bejoran from Star Trek! I could be a Pirate. I could still literally be anything, I'd just be wearing one earring. But mainly you know, I can have just one hoop earring in now and have some fun! :) Not to mention, I've been wanting to do something kind of spunky with my appearance, but couldn't work up the courage yet to dye my hair at al

 You ever hear of working a problem backwards? I can't remember the exact wording for it, but it's when you're having trouble with any given problem and decide to work at it from the opposite direction. I'd like to say that I had tried this before with things, but actually I haven't. Not until today.  I tried to break a tried and true method for writing a story, and as a result have been stuck on this story for more than two years. Yesterday during church, I had a realization. I'm writing my story backwards. Not just, how I'm doing it, but the fact that the ending is all I have, is actually my beginning. And my beginning, is the ending. I tried to start a story where it didn't begin, and the further I'd go back, the more it seemed to be an ending. But the moment I turned this story around, and have started working at it from the opposite side, it's falling into place. Slowly, and then all at once. The way the story is meant to be written

I'm starting to think I'll never get to those 9 drafted blog posts. But every time I open up my blog to write, none of them come out at me to say, "Me! Finish me!" But I think that's okay. Because you know what, I'm not normal. I don't think anyone is ever what the "civilized" world would call, normal. Not when you reach down to who they really are. No one I have met, has ever qualified to be "normal." We all have weird passions and strangely timed hobbies. Some of us have jobs while others don't, but that's not what makes a person "normal." Normal is a label given to people from other people who feel that someone has done a good job at being a social and successful human being. News Flash : Normal doesn't equal life. You have a job, that's great! Or not, maybe you don't like it. I have a part time job of sorts, great, you make money, hopefully. You don't have a job, depending on situation, that

So I would have been posting the past few days, but unfortunately the internet had other plans. So as a result, I am now back, but the blog posts will need a great deal of polishing. Oh well, I'm back now! Which means more weird posts with hardly any if at all context. So in other words, a normal blogging day!