Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear…

So, I know I’ve been horrible about blogging.  But, in my defense, I don’t have internet at my apartment, and my computer’s had all kinds of issues the past month (including quite frequently refusing to turn on and yet another afunctional power cord), so I can’t even write at home to post later.  My most sincere apologies.

I only have but a couple minutes to write, but I thought I’d share an interesting story.  I suppose that I should preface this story by saying that my two best friends and I have said for several years that the three of us need to have a reality show.  Originally, this was decided because we’re pretty hilarious and kinda ridiculous, and the rest of the world would love us.  However, we’ve since realized that the real reason we need a reality show is that the most ridiculous things in the world happen to us; most particularly, to me.  I mean, I do know some people who have more ridiculous things happen to them, but it often has to do with their personalities and the way they interact with people.  Not the case with me.  In general, my ridiculous situations are entirely independent of me–I just happen to witness them (not always the case, but often).

Which brings me to today’s ridiculous story.  From my window at work today, I saw a bear.  But not just any bear.  I saw a bear on a leash, being taken on a walk around the grounds of the church I work at.  A bear.  On a leash.  On a walk.

WHAT?!?

Does that even happen?  I mean, it’s pretty hot these days, so I suppose I could have been hallucinating, but I’m almost entirely sure that I actually saw it.  But…what the heck?  Who does that?  Who takes a bear on a walk?  At a church?

All I seem to do is create…

I’ve been going through my old abandoned blogs over the past couple days, trying to get everything moved over here.  It’ll be a bit crazy when I do, seeing as it’ll put all my writing from the past 7 years in one space.  Crazy.  But it’s been really fun to go through and read my old thoughts.  I’ve actually only gotten through my high school material thus far, and I can’t help but shake my head at how overly melodramatic I was then.  Of course it’s to be expected, but I really thought I was a very level headed girl back then.  I guess this is where I say something about hindsight, huh?

Anyway, in the process of going through the blogs, I’ve come across a number of gems.  Some of them are kinda ridiculous, but some of them are just flat out GOOD.  It makes me sad how little confidence I had in my writing back then.  I’ve finally started writing songs again (rather than just once every year and a half or so), and reading everything I wrote back in high school really makes me wish I’d been writing this whole time.  My songs really were not as bad as I thought they were.  Some of them were/are actually pretty darn good, especially considering I wrote them at 15, 16, 17.  I can only hope that I can make up for it these days.

This is a little bit of a song called “Restless Spirit” that I found in one of my very very old blogs, dated January 7, 2002.  Which puts me at 16.  I actually remember writing this song and I remember liking it for a little while, and then soon thinking that it was garbage.  I’m not really sure what happened to the rest of it, I didn’t come across it when my parents moved last year, which means I most likely don’t still have the rest of it.  That makes me all kinds of sad, because I really love it now.

Well I’m a restless spirit lying here at midnight, still awake
And all I really wanna do is get a little sleep.
But the only thing that’s on my mind is how I’m still a slave,
‘Cause I slave to the creation of lyric, verse, and song.
So while everyone else admires, all I seem to do is create,
And beauty becomes so commonplace it’s sometimes hard to see.
So maybe I’m just different and have things I want to say,
But knowing that does nothing for me except keep me awake.