Ranryu

 

I definitely didn't just cut a sizable chunk of my hair out on whim. I totally did not take that hair and braid it into a ring because I went down an internet rabbit hole and thought hair jewelry looked cool. That would be irresponsible of me.

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a little poem

So it's over.

The year is winding down.

You can rest.

Make a smile from that frown,

Wish for the best.

 

It may not have been the greatest year

But it wasn't quite the worst.

Now you've got nothing left to fear,

The bubble's not yet burst.

 

No regrets, well,

Maybe a few.

It's hard to tell,

Maybe one or two.

 

Maybe four or five,

Maybe a hundred.

You tried to strive

But you floundered.

 

It's fine, it doesn't matter now.

Just tell yourself:

 

It'll be better next time,

You can improve.

It might've been worse than last time,

But this time you'll prove

 

You're getting better,

Picking up.

Don't stay tied down,

You should erupt.

 

You tried last time,

But now, you see,

You'll do it!

Or, maybe...

 

It won't be better next time, 'cause

Life will be hard.

Why would the future change it?

The future's just another present past the present.

Hey now, look! We're opening presents!

 

First it's Christmas, then it's New Year's,

And I'll be here, crying new tears.

We raise our glasses to the sky,

But what happens when the sky starts falling down?

 

Will it be better next time?

I don't really know.

Probably not, but hey, I've

Still got a while to go.

Man, can't even make a cryptic SU anymore.

Everyone gets worried.

I'm fine, guys, just thought the lyrics were cool, was feeling cryptic

Man, can't even make a cryptic SU anymore.

Everyone gets worried.

I'm fine, guys, just thought the lyrics were cool, was feeling cryptic

Fill to me the parting glass.

Goodbye, and joy be with you all.

Goodbye,

And Joy be with you all.

Fill to me the parting glass.

Goodbye, and joy be with you all.

Goodbye,

And Joy be with you all.

Fill to me the parting glass.

Goodbye, and joy be with you all.

Goodbye,

And Joy be with you all.

Here’s a poem I found…

From Death to Life

When the wind in the roses is too silent to see

When the rock falls above, yet misses the ground

When a river flows, swollen with the tears of the lost

And the weary stone turns to dust, too tired to remain round

~

Then is the time when the meter of rhyme shall slow and stop

And sounds fall empty on hollow ears

And the sea wither and die, succumbing to the pain of existence

~

Then shall the final song ring

Then shall the final song ring

~

And the restless soil will settle once more in its place

And the waters shall sigh

And the broken mend

And the world welcome the medley of life, never again to rend

~

The final song shall ring

And we shall have a new king

—Little Birdie

 

Here’s a poem I found…

From Death to Life

When the wind in the roses is too silent to see

When the rock falls above, yet misses the ground

When a river flows, swollen with the tears of the lost

And the weary stone turns to dust, too tired to remain round

~

Then is the time when the meter of rhyme shall slow and stop

And sounds fall empty on hollow ears

And the sea wither and die, succumbing to the pain of existence

~

Then shall the final song ring

Then shall the final song ring

~

And the restless soil will settle once more in its place

And the waters shall sigh

And the broken mend

And the world welcome the medley of life, never again to rend

~

The final song shall ring

And we shall have a new king

—Little Birdie

 

Here’s a poem I found…

From Death to Life

When the wind in the roses is too silent to see

When the rock falls above, yet misses the ground

When a river flows, swollen with the tears of the lost

And the weary stone turns to dust, too tired to remain round

~

Then is the time when the meter of rhyme shall slow and stop

And sounds fall empty on hollow ears

And the sea wither and die, succumbing to the pain of existence

~

Then shall the final song ring

Then shall the final song ring

~

And the restless soil will settle once more in its place

And the waters shall sigh

And the broken mend

And the world welcome the medley of life, never again to rend

~

The final song shall ring

And we shall have a new king

—Little Birdie

 

I have to flu. I think. So fun. I hate being sick because it's miserable and people are doing all these nice things for you. It just makes me feel guilty, I guess. I should be better in a couple of days though, so yaaayyyyyy.

I just realized, I'm at exactly 500 posts!

To celebrate, here's something I wrote just now before noticing my post count. Isn't that a nice coincidence?

 

Hollow, empty
Vacant eyes
Burned out soul
Living Lies

Freezing, chilly
Silent sighs
Frozen cold
Stifled cries

Silent, frightened
Hopeless tries
Speak of old
Joyful skies

Tired, lonely
Losing ties
Gold is gone
Friendship dies

Band concert status: hooray, we got it over with.

Not my worst performance ever (no tornadoes this time), but definitely not my best. I've been gone all last week, and I come back and learn that I actually have duties as the first chair flute. (everyone... staring at me...) I brought the wrong music onstage. I'm lucky the song was so easy and repetitive. My poor, sweet stand partner didn't even get annoyed; she's amazing.

This performance sounded the best out of any band I've been in, though. Having competent brass players makes a difference. It wasn't quite as good as the symphony orchestra though.

At least I didn't forget my flute this time. Or give the first chair cellist a cheeseburger. Both of those things end badly.

Band concert status: hooray, we got it over with.

Not my worst performance ever (no tornadoes this time), but definitely not my best. I've been gone all last week, and I come back and learn that I actually have duties as the first chair flute. (everyone... staring at me...) I brought the wrong music onstage. I'm lucky the song was so easy and repetitive. My poor, sweet stand partner didn't even get annoyed; she's amazing.

This performance sounded the best out of any band I've been in, though. Having competent brass players makes a difference. It wasn't quite as good as the symphony orchestra though.

At least I didn't forget my flute this time. Or give the first chair cellist a cheeseburger. Both of those things end badly.

Band concert status: hooray, we got it over with.

Not my worst performance ever (no tornadoes this time), but definitely not my best. I've been gone all last week, and I come back and learn that I actually have duties as the first chair flute. (everyone... staring at me...) I brought the wrong music onstage. I'm lucky the song was so easy and repetitive. My poor, sweet stand partner didn't even get annoyed; she's amazing.

This performance sounded the best out of any band I've been in, though. Having competent brass players makes a difference. It wasn't quite as good as the symphony orchestra though.

At least I didn't forget my flute this time. Or give the first chair cellist a cheeseburger. Both of those things end badly.

I love this. I love that we needed to know this.

(For context, look at my location)

I love this. I love that we needed to know this.

(For context, look at my location)

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The heater broke. I sleep on the opposite side of the house from the fireplace. Tonight is going to be fun. If I never post anything again, it's because I froze to death.

I added some prefixes and suffixes to my language! Some rules too, and a way to generally distinguish nouns from verbs. I’m happy.

Thats all.  

 

The heater broke. I sleep on the opposite side of the house from the fireplace. Tonight is going to be fun. If I never post anything again, it's because I froze to death.

@InfiniteInsanity and I came up with this list of correct plurals.

Zero Mos. One Moose. Two Meese. Three or more Meesen.

Zero Gos. One Goose. Two Geese. Three or more Geesen.

Zero Shop. One Shoop. Two Sheep. Three or more Sheepen.

Zero Oux (pronounced "oo" like in Demoux and Renoux). One Ox. Two Oxes. Three or more Oxen.

Zero Foux. One Fox. Two Foxes. Three or more Foxen.

Zero Boux. One Box. Two Boxes. Three or more Boxen.

Zero Mus. One Mouse. Two Mice. Three or more Meeses (Reference the song about Scrooge in A Muppet Christmas Carol).

Finals week.

*Agonized screaming and curling into fetal position under covers*

I’ll be fine. But it’s still scary.

I won’t rant about the school system and its effects on mental health. I have a google doc for that. 

This is fine.

Finals week.

*Agonized screaming and curling into fetal position under covers*

I’ll be fine. But it’s still scary.

I won’t rant about the school system and its effects on mental health. I have a google doc for that. 

This is fine.