A bit of this…A bit of that…

Soooo…Today was…a day…

Called Sonja’s friends mother. Said friend is NOT going to camp. So there is no worries in that again. Sonja says she still wants to go.

I looked all over for my one book of poems…can’t find it anywhere…Though I did find the electric cord to the printer, and got it set up so I can check to see how many pages I have again. Can’t print though…as I am inkless.

Despite not finding my book…I found something to use for the exercise. Which I will probably wait until tomarrow to put up, as I haven’t written my new lines for it as of yet.

Hmmm…I need a new name…And still haven’t a clue as to what.

Maybe I need to do a survey or something…

Directions: Post 20 random things about yourself. However, only 5 are true. Then readers can reply back saying which ones they think are true, and then you tell if they are correct or not. Or just leave the rest up to your imagination to which ones are true.

1) I like Tappioca
2) I don’t like coffee
3) I hate putting together those boxed furniture things.
4) I can’t cook.
5) I prefer apples to oranges.
6) I like pumpkin pie.
7) By birth I’m a brunette.
8) Daphodiles are my favorite flower.
9) I don’t watch movies.
10) I’ve had three children.
11) I collect humming birds
12) I’ve never had my own web site
13) My favorite color is red.
14) Purple is my favorite color.
15) I have never held a snake.
16) I want more children.
17) My heart belongs to someone I probably will never meet.
18) I don’t like nature.
19) I am not an emotional person.
20) I enjoy writing.

I wrote some babble…

She followed him down the trail, like a lamb to the slaughter. The sun shone brightly overhead, in contrast to the feeling that was creeping up from the pit of her stomach. Her eyes took in the ground as she passed, small strawberry plants lined the trail, their white flowers, showing brightly against the green leaves. There was no one else around, likely for miles, the only sound the rustling of the wind in the top of the trees. The trail opened up into a clearing. Somewhere along the lines, some uncaring people had decided to despoil the lands beauty by dumping an old couch at one edge of the clearning. She did her best to keep herself just past arms length, circling around, fearing to come to a standstill. Her fear was reward when she paused, as he came up from beind her, his hands searching out soft and vunerable spots. She stood mute, her body hardly reacting, not like it once would, there was no fire burning in her viens, just the unsettling feeling that this was not what she wanted. He relented, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He beckon her follow, head hung, eyes focused on her fingers, and the cell phone they clutched tightly, she trailed along behind him once more. He sat on the arm of the disgaurded piece of furniture, she stood before him. Meaningless words of meaningless things were exchanged. He poured out his woes, as she attempted to be the good friend that she was there to be. Standing once more, he came around behind her, again his hands taking hold of her. The touch didn’t send a siver of excitement down her spine, didn’t awaked untold of desires. She held the phone tighter, her mind crying out to her to speak, to say this is not what she wanted. ‘Tell him no, tell him no.’ He slid the skort down her hips, exposing her to the elments, and himself. ‘Tell him no, tell him no.’ She could feel him behind her, as he pushed her forward, so she bent over into the back of the couch. He attempted to enter her, still she remained mute, even though the voice in her head screamed out. He pushed himself inside her, she made to no move to help, no move to protest, she just was there…still mute, though inside she cried. Whether it was the fear of being caught, or realization that the mind was not with the body, his own body failed him, causing him to retreat once more. Once more relief filled her, but there was still a voice that said it was too late for such thoughts of relief. It had already happened, even if it wasn’t completed. She followed him back along the trail, back to the knowledge that it had gone as far as it was going to that day, but with the fear of what would happen next time.