Its Simplest Atoms

Its Simplest Atoms

I caught a split second in the palm of my hand, taking it and analyzing its every chromosome, every ounce of the genetic makeup of the moment Your gaze stole Mine.

The cliché of “Love at First Sight” manifests itself into reality, revealing how so many before Us have miscalculated its value so carelessly, for to have used it before that minuscule moment would bring the term to shame-

Nothing in this world is seems worthy at the side of the match that lit the flame of

You & Me.

When Debbie Downer stole my lips, You smothered all doubts and called me ‘Pretty’.

Although the flirtatious banter was emitted from the mouth of a seal, I knew the message came straight from You.

The sound of spinning chairs flying from one side of the classroom to the other charge spark after spark, resulting in an ignited fire, a love of chess and fortune cookie messages spreading day by day.

That afternoon in the park, a promise to myself was broken and I revealed the secrets my smile covered, but in place of turning away as others before had done, You held me, Our cheeks pressed together as every childhood confession poured out onto the ground in front of

Our eyes.
Never had I felt
As safe,
As cared for, or
As understood
As I did enveloped in Your embrace.

Toby Keith paints a picture We had yet to fulfill, the dancing Our feet performed foreshadowing the dancing Our lips would soon ensue.

The sky above gazes down upon Us,
The sun warming Our smiles and thawing all uncertainty as You utter the words I’d moments before doubted to have been saved for Me, all fears diminished as that First Kiss took stride.

That Blue-Marble world was Ours and Ours alone, each meeting of lips increasing my awareness of the power these feelings gave Us-

We owned the clouds, We owned the trees,

The wind belonged only to Us and each Rose-Garden Afternoon was Ours to posses.

Such sensations of euphoria have a name that goes light years beyond anything anyone could ever fully understand,

For there are no words in the human language complex enough to describe it.

Even as I break each moment of the existence of Us down to its simplest atoms, it still remains impossible to comprehend how I could have believed anything before This to be deemed as Love.

"I love you, Shelby."
"I love you, too."

“When You kiss Me like this, I think You mean it like that,

If You do, baby, kiss Me again.”

Jesus and his sword.

So. I had this dream the other night.

It started out with these two guys, and their friend died. They wanted to talk to him again, so they camped in the woods to try to find his lost soul or whatever.
Oh. and Kevin Hou was there, with ghost summoning things in his locker for them.
=/
The dream continued, and the guys started fighting over blankets, because they were camping outdoors and whatnot. Then, the ghost of their friend appeared, and one of the guys was talking to him, but the other guy thought he was a lunatic because he couldn't see him.
Then, this lady walks up and tells them their friend was never really dead at all,pretending he was dead, but rather, they were only for whatever reason.
=/

So, the next part of the dream is where it gets bizarre.

I'm looking into this house, and it's like a doll house or something, but suddenly, I'm inside it. The people can't see me, but I can see them.
There's a bunch of church guys in beige robes, and then there was Jesus. I'm not sure how I knew it was Jesus, but it totally was.
They're standing in this room, which has a bunch of crosses and stuff on the walls. The room is totally trashed. Chairs, tables, and plates were all over the place.

Jesus looked at the mess disappointingly.
"I allowed the virgins to hold their tea parties in here, but as you can see, they have trashed the room."
with his hands on his hips, he turned to the other robed men.
"Not only have they wrecked the room, they took far too much time, and we were unable to set up the dining hall. On top of this, cleaning up will take time as well. Now, because they took too long, everyone will have to wait to eat."
He paused before proclaiming,
"Let's KILL the bitches!"

...and that's when Jesus and all the other beige-robed men whipped out these giant SWORDS from behind their backs.

O_O

The dream goes on, but unfortunately is not as odd as Jesus and his sword.
I'm sitting at this table with a bunch of people I've never seen before, and the Jesus sword people are gone. There were name plates in front of the chairs, indicating where to sit. The one next to me said 'Dooby'.
I got all excited because I hadn't seen Dooby in so long.
This is were the dream becomes once again quite peculiar.
There was a high chair right next to her seat, and the kid looked EXACTLY like her. I mean, down to a T. Also, the baby had pink hair, like Dooby had the last time I saw her.
"OH! SO DOOBY HAD A BABY! That's why I haven't heard from her in so long, because she was busy being pregnant!"

haha. wait until she reads this. =]

Then, this little girl comes up with a bottle and starts feeding the baby, and I realize the kid is NOT Dooby's, but the little girl's.
O_O
I asked a guy who was apparently her dad,
"How old is she?" D:
He goes, "Oh, she's eleven, but we wanted her to have a child so we talked to the state and they said as long as it was with someone her own age, it was okay."
"...where'd you find another parent willing to supply the other child?"
"Oh, we didn't have to- it was her brother."
O_O

haha, yeah. That was my dream.
The rest is just incoherent pieces I don't really get.
But Jesus and his sword was my favorite part.
=]

"Are they full?"

So Jessie, Manda, Cassie, Ply, and I were all sitting in the Stinker Station.
I suddenly say to Manda and Jessie,
"You know those things that disperse the little baggies you use to clean up after your dog?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I always see people who walk around with their pooch with em' hanging out of their back pockets- but what do they do if they use them and then can't find a garbage can?"
*insert laughter here*
"I'll bet they put it in their OTHER back pocket!"
For some reason, this was hilarious.
Then....
This lady walks in...
AND SHE HAS DOG BAGS-
HANGING OUT OF HER BACK POCKET!
It was absolutely hysterical.
I literally COULD NOT quit laughing.
When we finally got a hold of ourselves, I just had to add,
"I should ask her if they're full or not..."
And we lost it again.
On a side note...
"GO TAKE A NAP!"
"NO!"
"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T TAKE A NAP..."
:D

Gazelle.

"Okay, cradle."
"Wait, what?"
"...GAZELLE."
"oh."

Cooking Bears Vs. Flying Moose, Part 2.

Cooking Bears VS. Flying Mooses
or as Elena calls them, Flying Meese.

Yes, this is still going on. We'll never give up until one of us wins or the other gives up. and I don't plan on loosing/giving up.

We were in math, and Draper and I, once again, began to act out how we were going to kill each other. I don't remember what she said, but I proceeded to discuss my murder plans.
"...and then I used them to decorate my christmas tree and cut off your hands to make wings for my angel tree-topper. Oh, and then while I was unwrapping my presents and watching gleefully as your blood spilled down my tree, my cooking bears came in and served me ginger bread cookies. Because bears still work in kitchens."
"Well, you know what, Shelby? I'll feed your bears poisonous turnips! What will they do THEN, HUH?"
"GASP! You know how much bears like beets..."
"...I didn't say anything about beets,"
"So since turnips LOOK like beets, I'll just have to inform them to stay away from any beet-looking sort of food. And they can always make OTHER stuff to eat, since they work in kitchens."
Draper thought for a moment.
"Yeah, well... little do they know that I... put a bucket of... water- yes, water- on the frame of the door, and when they open it, they'll get... WET!"
She laughed. and laughed.
"But my bears know NOW, and they won't even open the door- they'll bash it down with their big giant bear-paws."
"...but they'll still get wet."
"Well, they drink the water first. DUH."
"In that case, I'll be waiting for them at their house with A SHOTGUN!"
"...but it's not bear season."
"...So?"
"You can't shoot bears if it's not bear season."
"...do you think I care?"
"anyways, their house is protected by a bullet-proof dome."
"But they have to get out of their car to get IN to the bullet proof dome!"
"Nope. Their car, which is also bullet proof, is the only thing that can penetrate the dome. and it can fly."
"...WELL, I get out my FLYING CARPET that I got from Harry Potter and chase down your car!"
"but I unraveled your flying carpet so you can't do that anymore."
"oh, but that was only my BACKUP flying carpet!"
"that would explain why my bears found two of them."
"oh, there were more than two."
"....that would explain why my bears found... ALL of them."
"No, I hid them where you would never think to look- and I'll find that kitchen of yours!"
"Think again! it's in a parallel universe!"

The notes I took during this say, 'smoke! bad for you!! don't believe! POISON!', and though I don't remember what they meant, I know Draper said them, so I'm going to infer that it went something like this-

"That's what THEY want you to believe! The government, they tell you LIES, like that smoking is bad for you! Don't believe them when they say it's all poison, because IT ISN'T!"
[Correct me if I'm wrong, Dr. Ape.]
From here, I took DETAILED notes, so, I remember.
"You'll never win."
"Really? and what makes you think that, Draper?"
"You know who's on my side?"
I waited for her to tell me, although I already knew the answer. It was all she ever talked about.
"IT'S THE FLYING MOOSES!"
I turned away, using my hand to block my view of her.
"YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE, SHELBY! Bear weren't meant to be in kitchens, BUT MOOSES FLY!"
I ignored her, continuing to do my work like a good little student.
"and you know who their sidekicks are? THE FLYING SQUIRRELS FROM AFRICA!" [this reminds me of Isabel today. I'll explain at the bottom of the page. :D]
I slammed my hand down and turned to face her matter-of-factly.
"Well, I went and ran over all of your mooses and sent Boo Radley after the squirrels. NOW WHAT CAN YOU DO NOW? ALL YOUR MOOSES ARE DEAD!"
"YEAH? WELL, I HAD A SECRET MOOSE! IN MY BASEMENT! and in a secret steel... wall bank... which the door to is hidden in the desert. Your bears aren't crafty enough and are too STUPID to get down to my basement to KILL my secret moose. Also, they don't have imposable thumbs... which moose obviously do."

You know what?
BEARS STILL WORK IN KITCHENS.

Also, the thing with Isabel...
She was improvving [don't know how to spell it without making it say IMPROVING, so I added an extra V.] her lines for theater and she was on a "phone" and all of a sudden she yells,
"I HAVE TO GO- there's a DROWNING WHALE IN AFRICA!"
She flees the room and returns with messed up hair.

'twas tres mucho entertaining. :D
Also, bears WILL work in kitchens, Draper.
I'll make sure of it.

Bears and kitchens were mean for each other.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
And then the angry pirates all died of heart attaches because they spent to many afternoons eating deep fried bear meat.

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
those darn pirates.
>:/

i told them time and time again what that would do to their health, but would they listen?
NO.
damn pirates. -.-
but at least the bears were pleased.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
But what will the bears do now that their pirates are dead?

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
they'll open a bakery.
and sell beautiful pastries out of a drivethru window.
also, in the summer, they'll bring out your food on roller skates.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
Hmmmmm… that sounds awfully familiar.

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
you mean that summer we went to the drive in?
yeah.those weren't hairy men, those were bears.

that explains the hairs you found in your fries. =/

From: Melancholy murderer.:
I just don’t think bears are meant to be in the kitchen.

Then we had a long debate in english over this, but i can't remember what was said.
although, all of Draper's points were incorrect and WRONG.
therefore making mine right.
during our debate, this went from a joke to a heavily serious argument.
i am determined to defend the honor of the mentioned bears.
later....

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
dude, they're SO meant to be.
like- macaroni and cheese.
it's magical.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
but there paws just aren't cooking shaped

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
sure they are...
but sometimes they drop the pans of boiling water
and come home to their bear-families with third degree burns.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
That is just so sad and cute that I think I will just agree with you
I can see them shambling through the door, paws all bandaged
They flop down in their chair and are having second thoughts about there career as a cook
But their family reassures them and they feel a new appreciation at how they rely on those around them
But if their paws where meant for cooking they wouldn’t have burned themselves in the first place
So there

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
NOW THEY MUST KILL YOU, DRAPER.


From: Melancholy murderer.:
well thats not nice
I pull out my bag of dice and roll a twelve
Summoning my magic carpet and flying away in a cloud of sparkles
HAHAHAHAHAHAH, you can't get me now


From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
D:
well, guess what?
i whip out my level 13 ice sword and spear you right through a tree.
what now?
>:D

DON'T FEED FISHSTICKS TO A SEAGULL! :D

I was thinking the other day about my last birthday party. There was an incident with seagulls [DON’T FEED FISHSTICKS TO A SEAGUL!] that I feel is worth recording.
So my brother is standing over on the sidewalk at Lucky Peak, pouring a bucket of water on something and laughing. I have a strong feeling that this has something to do with cruelty to animals in some way, so I investigate.
“What’re you doing?” “Pouring water on ants.” AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING? HE WAS POURING WATER- ON ANTS! “HAHA! Look at them SQUIRM!” “HAYDEN!” *smack* “OW!”
I throw the bucket into the sand and try to stop the flooding from killing any more than it already had of this little colony my STUPID brother had stumbled upon. My wonderful friends[Amanda, Nin, and Betsey] decided to leave an offering to compensate for the lives lost.
We dropped some Oreos into the panicked rush of ants running towards their fallen loved ones, and suddenly they changed their course towards the food. We stood and watched them for a moment proudly, and feeling like we’d done our duty, we turned and walked away. BUT THEN…
There was a squawk behind us, and as we turned we saw, as if in slow motion, a seagull slowly swoop towards the ground while the ants swarmed over the Oreo, not suspecting a thing- and the seagull lands next to them. I gasp, knowing what is about to happen.
“Don’t do it- NO-”
The seagull looks at me, then back at the ant-covered Oreo.
-AND HE TAKES OFF WITH THE OREO.
“NOOOOOO!”
Nin screams-
“OHMIGAWD IT’S A SEAGULL!”
And runs in panicked circles.
So we left more offerings this time. After all, even MORE lives had been lost in this tragic accident. …AND THEN MORE SEAGULLS CAME. We waved our arms through the air, chasing them off- or at least everyone but Nin who was busy screaming, “OHMIGAWD SEAGULLS OHMIGAWD SEAGULLS…”
I ran at them.
“DON’T YOU DARE!”
…but they got the Oreos anyway.
Finally, we gave up trying to feed the colony. My stupid ideas only caused them more harm. It makes me think of the time my mom told me about when she worked at Jim’s Appliance- there were these guys on the loading dock playing with a stick bug and trying to rip its legs off. My mom walks right up and nonchalantly grabs the poor thing before they even realize it. They follow her as she walks down to the end of the dock and lets it free.
…but as it’s flying away, a bird swoops down AND EATS IT. D:
I know right?

But at least we TRIED to help these poor creatures.

-.-