Melodramatic Fool

Sam.


Oral Tradition

My mother is a fairy tale
a fable that never happened
She's the story no one will tell me
so I whisper her to myself in the dark
until I fall asleep.

My mother is a folklore of blood and fire
an interdiction teaching me what lurks in my shadows
so I can be a moral lesson to others
when I do wrong.

She is no happy ending
happily never after;
we her sons are brothers, grim.


(dvad 5-24-11)

A happiest of happy birthdays to one Sam Winchester ♥ Pretend that I have written a little something where he and his brother spend a peaceful day together to celebrate, and they keep on carrying on.  Many happy returns of the day, Sammy.

Thank you to akintay and santacarlagypsy for tin foil hats! They're freaking adorable ^___^ Many *hugs*!

Finally watched our Secret of Kells DVD on Saturday. Really gorgeously detailed animation and a very interesting and unique art style. Am planning on rewatching sometime on my computer instead of my TV, so I can get a closer look at it.

Have been rereading Kerouac's Book of Haikus recently. Jotted down under the flap of the back cover in a poor attempt at his style:
new leaves
on swaying branches
birdfeeder pendulum swings

Guild got a first kill on Heroic Atramedes last night--took about five attempts total.  Have tried the "new" ZA and ZG (as well as the special quest chain in Stranglethorn), though I have yet to do the children's week stuff again.

paxlux is the Jerk to my Bitch. I'm just sayin'. ♥

Ohwow, finally tired. Finally\o/ Too much awakeness and anxiety all evening and night.

So recently I bought eggs from the little farmer's market I go to (Tomato Tomäto)--the vendor was Honey Creek Farms from a nearby little town in Iowa. No hormones or medications, free range, has the date the eggs are packed written on the carton. I'm unfortunately slow at getting through stuff like eggs, so though I'd bought them close to the package date of 4/1, just tried them today. But even so, holy freaking cats, freshest I've ever had in my entire life. *__* I'm never buying grocery store eggs ever, ever again.  The yolks were the deepest yellow I've seen--practically orange. It reminds me of when my friend Anj went to visit extended family in the Czech Republic, how fresh and quality the food was in their town. Those things were pricey, I won't lie, but ohman, so good. And supporting local vendors is always a plus.

Almost the time of year where the farmer's markets start up downtown and other spots around town on Saturday mornings. I really need to get in the habit of getting my butt ready early and taking Mom and myself there. There'd be even more offerings than that indoor place, and worth dealing with the hassle of crowds of people (I say this because I have to remind myself of it >_>; Eff people, heh.)

Anyway. Blah blah blah. Husband's off at Ampguard (starting doing that again suddenly a couple weeks ago after seeming to not care about it for years) so some WoW time before meeting the gals for dinner out later for Kelly's birthday. Going to visit the other fancy cupcake bakery place in town after \o/ (Jones Bros. hnnnnnnnnnnngh♥).  Because I'm a dork, I keep thinking about how freaking *good* Sam Winchester looked in last night's episode. You go, Jared!♥

Ohmygod, I just looked at the cupcake menu from that place. I WANT ONE OF EVERYTHING. O____O (And holy handgrenades, do I need to visit every day of the week somehow.)

Dealing with a cold the last few days, been extremely tired and thus have been doing close to nothing. Also it's messed with my sleep schedule, which is probably obvious. Lucky that there was nothing social scheduled this weekend.

Due to a comment on a thread at that spn poetry community, was introduced to the concept of erasure poetry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasure_poetry). Admittedly, I've only ever had one creative writing class (high school, very basic/general), but all those high school and college AP and honors English classes...? I feel like my education was so lacking, that I'd never heard of such back then.

Anyway, decided to attempt one, using the lyrics of Kansas' "Carry On Wayward Son" (it seemed appropriate). Sort of an exploration/reflection on 5.22-6.11 Sam.


Geas


"Carry my peace, rest no more"

I rose ever higher,
but flew too high

My eyes still blind,
my mind mad,
I hear voices
when I'm dreaming
I can hear
a reason my charade is wise--
I don't know
stormy emotion

Tossed about
like a ship,
the ocean winds' voices say,
"Remember nothing
The splendor lights your heaven,
waits for you
My son, you are done
Rest,
don't cry, don't cry."

Omg, is LJ actually back? I'm shocked :p

( 6.10 )

ETA: Not SPN, but...snow? Snow?? Noooooooo. And it's accumulating, too. >_< Ffffffffff.


( 6.08 )