Monday, December 1, 2008

Not all those who wander are lost...

I thought it might have gone away, but alas, I was wrong. This wanderlust has plagued me for as long as I can remember thinking about it. I got the wandering itch a few weeks ago, but then it went away and I thought it might have left me alone for another year... but I guess it hasn't. It's almost 2:30 in the morning, and I'm supposed to be sleeping, but I can't. I have that lust to move on to somewhere else, go somewhere I've never been...
It makes me wonder sometimes if perhaps I am fated to be a wanderer until the end of my days. But then I know that is not true. I will wander around, travel around, probably move alot, but then I will someday find some land and know that that will be where I will stay, forever. But until then, I must put up with this wanderlust that hits me about once or twice a year; for I cannot just pack up and move... it's not in the cards right now, nor do I particularly want to leave. It is rather perplexing I suppose if I was to actually think about it... having the urge to move along somewhere else, and yet knowing that I'm supposed to be here at the same time. It is rather odd, but this is me we're talking about, and how surprising is it really?
Anyways, enough of that, I am finally feeling sleep come upon me... sleep well and sweet dreams of dancing through moonlit forest glades with someone special... :)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

"Forgotten Soldier"

I was looking through my old notebooks of poetry and other random musings, and came across this poem that I wrote eons ago after having a rather disturbing dream... and seeing as this is me we're talking about, and I should be sleeping, but sleep is eluding me... I decided to post my poem on here. (Keep in mind, it was written quite a while ago, and I haven't edited it...)


"Forgotten Soldier"
Last night I had a dream
that a soldier came to me
a knight in camo armor
is what he was to me
His face was fair
but his eyes were pained
as he turned and said to me
They don't know who we are
They don't know where we've been
They don't care anymore
And yet, and yet
We've fought for them
We've cried for them
We've lived, and bled, and died for them
They don't care who we are
They don't care where we've been
They don't care how much we hurt
All the horrors that we've seen
They don't care anymore
And yet,
Still we fight for them
Still we cry for them
Still we live, and bleed, and die for them
We are America's soldiers...
and we will fight for her,
and we will cry for her,
and we will live, and bleed, and die for her...

Monday, November 3, 2008

Life According to Vinny




My other pet came over today, the one who serves me when Tom is working to buy me food. She brought her backpack, she is studying at a school for humans, they are such a sad race, needing such schooling from other humans to figure out their lives. Can't they understand that their only reason for existance is to serve me and other feline types?





From thoughts... daydreams... and other random musings

She seemed to think that I was going to allow her to study for her geology exam that she appeared to be stressing out about. It is so amusing to watch humans get stressed over things that are of no consequence. I was nice to her and went against my natural instincts and allowed her to stare at the left page of the book. After all, the more the humans learn, the more money they can make, and the better off I will be from the tribute that is due me.
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From thoughts... daydreams... and other random musings

Then I was even kinder, and allowed her to read the next page.


From thoughts... daydreams... and other random musings

Hey, wait a minute! I never said you could take notes! She was overstepping her boundaries a little bit there. I never told her she could take notes.



From thoughts... daydreams... and other random musings
Heheheh. Then she thought she could take it away. I added a whole new meaning to the coined expression "ate my homework."


From thoughts... daydreams... and other random musings

Here I am in all my awesomeness, preventing my pet from running away again. If I don't tell her she can have her shoes, she will not leave. And I will be petted and fed treats until my heart's content.

(Disclaimer: Any and all opinions expressed in above blog do not represent the opinions or views of the author, but purely that of the cat who hijacked the computer.)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Midnight drive to clear the mind...

I laid down to go to sleep tonight, but alas, sleep would not come. I could not get out of my mind a picture that I've been wanting to take of the moon shrouded by trees. With sleep eluding me, I decided to take a drive... perhaps to find my picture.
I could only forsee two possible setbacks to my venture... that there is no moon visible tonight, and the stars are overshadowed by the vast amount of city lights. The lack of visible moon I couldn't help, even if I were to have asked very graciously, the moon doesn't simply appear because we wish her too.
Although I couldn't affect the moon, I wasn't about to be dissuaded from my midnight escapade... so I went driving in search of sky unpolluted by city lights. The roads were empty save a few police cruisers, and the occasional other driver who was perhaps as misguided as myself.
After meandering around for a while, the span of about five songs on the radio, I came across an area that was free from the pollution of lights, and yet still close enough to people not to worry. I pulled over to the roadside, flipped on my camera, and stepped gingerly out of my car. It was only then that I realized my error... I hadn't yet played with my new camera's settings enough to take a good picture of the night sky. I wasn't able to get my camera to register the stars in its focus. Alas! I shall have to merely try again one of these nights in the future, when I learn to adjust the shutter speed on my camera's exposure.
Mayhaps I'll find my picture on a night of the full moon, hung in a velvet sky amongst the sea of diamond stars....

Friday, October 10, 2008

Goood evennning...

Yes, this is a blog. Perhaps I started it because my brother gave me the idea, or perhaps I started it simply to satisfy some random idea that popped into my mind. Does it really matter? I don't know, nor do I particularly care... I'm using this as a place to record a few of the fleeting thoughts that pass through my consciousness, so we'll see how this goes...