It's not easy being a snowflake. Yeah, it seems all wonderful to be unique and beautiful, but you're always falling. It's always cold. And, ultimately, you're going to get crushed and buried- then melt away forever as if you never existed. You get lost in the mass of trillions of other snowflakes, just as unique as yourself, but people never see you.

Yet, the reason you exist, is to join with every other snow flake to create a giant blanket of white that makes the world stop, look and listen to the muffled silence. You make the world look up, and though they are looking at you, they don't ever see you. They watch you dance and drift along, but what they see is beauty, the sky, heaven and God. That is why you exist. But it's not easy being a snowflake.

Counting Sheep

Last night I was having serious issues sleeping and generally being sane. One of my former students recommend I try counting sheep. This was my response:

reasons counting sheep doesn't work for me: by the time i get to sheep number 15, sheep number 12 has run off with sheep number 4. Then I have to go chase them until a giant ogre gets in my way. This poses a problem. I run away from the ogre, but then I realize I'm daydreaming and really still awake. I start thinking about what I've got to do the next day. Then sheep number 5 starts trying to eat my students' homework. This poses another problem. I hire a wolf to get rid of the sheep. Then the wolf wants to eat me, but I give him a starburst, instead, and he goes away. The sheep come back. By then, I've lost count and am more awake than ever.

Reasons my Twitter Page is Awesome:

• either Frank Sinatra is haunting me, or the voices in my head hit their teens in the 40s...
• do not listen to the giant flamingos. Their ideas are always bad. Very bad.
• so the 'cello said to the violin, 'You're mean,' and the violin said, 'Pluck you!'
• take a look at your leg and say, "Something's afoot here, but I can't quite pun it down..."
• depression makes you medicate on the deeper things in life...

...and that's just from today.

Hmmm...

I haven't posted in a while. I've pretty much moved my obsession elsewhere, but I keep this up, too, for a few good friends. =) My instant reaction, otherwise, would be to impulsively delete it, complete with all of the poems that I have yet to transfer into my new journal.

I have "Popular" from Wicked stuck in my head. Not so great.

Random melodies

Melodies have been popping into my head lately. I've actually been recording them. You should be proud.