Can't think.I can't think right now.Not of what I should be thinking anyway.I can think of storiesand television episodes.Movies I want to watch,and friends I want to see.I can't think of what's important.I can't think of what to sayabout a topic that I'm over.No more! I don't want to write it!I want to read something I've read before.I don't want to write an essay.I've completely lost interest.I'll watch the movie,But I can't think about it anymore.No more philosophyNo more skits.No more summaries.I want it to just be done.Snap my fingers,And there it is.An essay,complete with citationsand pictures scanned and cropped neatly.Brain, why aren't you working?Brain, stop thinking about MacGyverand Stargate and Tin Man.And how much you wouldlove to spend the day inVancouver.Or meet Gershwin,Even though he's dead.Or watch the sun rise with a Beatle.(which one?)Stop thinking that every time two people's facesget within a foot of each otherthat they should make out,no
ColdIt's coldFor a California girl.My room is 40 degrees.I have never seen snow falling.It's coldFor a California girl.I can't see my breathBut I bet I could if I went outside.It's coldFor a California girl.I've never seen a pond frozen overThough there was that puddle once.It's coldFor a California girl.I don't really know cold.I'm a California girl.
CurryMara opened the door to her room and the scent of curry wafted into her room. "Mmm." She breathed in deeply. Mara rarely had curry anymore, but she remembered that her mom used to make it all the time when she was little. She even ate shrimp back then, if her mom made it. Things had changed though. Her mom rarely cooked anymore, usually her dad cooked instead. Unfortunately, Mara's dad wasn't very creative so meals got a little old after a while. Mara enjoyed the days when her mom did cook, and decided that she would learn to cook as many different things as possible, so any children she might have wouldn't experience the boring meals that she had.Mara walked into the kitchen and hugged her mom. "It smells good."
A Glimps of my MindCanada.Spoons.Cat.Balloon.Squash.Pencils.Carrot.Sky.Mask.Shoe.Whale.Dolphin.Type.OneBlazeofGlory.Rent.Mathisevil.Weird.Archeology.Astrophysics.Air Force.Navy.Music.Button.Camera.Rain.AcrosstheUniverse.LostInSpace.Communism.Anarchy.Egypt.Wind.Letterbox.Yoda.Beads.Rose.Life.Missyou.Books.Writing.Poems.Trees.Desk.Money.Capitalism.Reality.Class.JohnSmith.Peace.Creation.War.Necessity.Poor.Rich.Lies.Death.Lonely.Love.Heart.Special.Important.Stupid.Ugly.Beautiful.Unusual.Crazy.Inane.Repetitive.Waste.Time.Lovely.Pants.Paper.Disney.Truth.Stop.Go.Leave.Stay.Ground.Earth.Moon.Star.Venus.Mars.Jupiter.Memphis.Atlantis.Cows.House.Play.Meter maid.Mermaid.Requiem.Submarine.Rebirth.Live.Make up.Break up.Squander.Listen.Kisses.Sex.Desperation.Satisfaction.Understand.Linguistics.Anthropology.History.Culture.People.Humanity.Sing.Signs.Cover.Hide.Seek.Care.Seasons.Moments.Second
Tell Her O'Neill heard the alarm that echoed throughout the base and sighed as he got up and headed toward the Control Room. This "unscheduled off world activation" was the third one that day, and had woken him just before the best part of his dream. He continued walking until he ran into Daniel outside the gate room. "Hey." "Hello. Any idea who this might be?" Daniel asked. O'Neill just shrugged and headed for the control room where General Hammond, Teal'c, and Sam had already gathered. By the time O'Neill and Jackson got there, the gate had fully activated and they were receiving a transmission from one of the off world teams. SG-4 was just checking in to let General Hammond know that they would be late in returning. O'Neill was disappointed and everyone in the room could tell from the look on his face. He headed for the door and Sam followed. "You really are disappointed, Colonel?" Sam asked. "Aren't you glad to hear that
RidingShe couldn't take it anymore. He was yelling, and she was crying. That's how it always went when they drove anywhere. She was riding in a car that she was desperate to escape. So she pushed the door open, and jumped out into the median. Luckily they weren't traveling too fast when she decided to escape.She waited until the traffic had passed then ran to the sidewalk. She would not be riding in the car with him ever again.
An Ode to my ObsessionsOh my many obsessions,How you control my life.I love you all,Both Young and old,But I won't make you my wife,(Because it's not legal in most states).Star Wars was the first one,It will always be dear.Harry Potter was next,But it is not so clearAnymore.Star Trek is smallerThan the previous.(Though the new movie is awesome!)(Save the Wales!)There are a few others,But I'll save them for later.For now I'll speak of the newest.Oh Stargate,I didn't appreciate youWhen the movie came outin 1994 when I was five.It took more than ten yearsFor me to even notice.(Thanks a lot SciFi channel for having an Atlantis Marathon and getting me obsessed with yet another thing!)It started with Atlantis,Then went to SG1,I can't wait for Universe.(I think Stargate may replace Star Wars.Especially since I can actually become an archeologist/linguist/history buffAnd Jedi aren't real.)