Things to do with Solemn Pig...

'ello loves!

I've recently gotten hung up on Solemn Pig, and I felt he needed a story.

As do we all.

Once, in a far off land (perhaps japan or italy or Australia, but no one really knows), the widowed Mother Rabbit had a second batch of baby bunnies. Amongst this batch was Solemn Pig, named for his eternal somberness, but also his great physical similarity to Piglet, from the other bunnies favourite story, Whinnie the Pooh. He was indeed, quite somber, and was generally left alone to his own musings by the other bunnies. He didn't mind much, for he liked the quiet. He wasn't allowed to wander too far off, always in view of the other bunnies, and he didn't mind that much either, for he felt safer knowing he wasn't completely alone. one day, as he was sitting in a cherry tree daydreaming and watching the bunnies play, a crow flew down next to Solemn Pig.
"good day to you," said the crow, for he was a very polite personage.
"good day," replied Solemn Pig, equally as polite, but little unsure, because he knew he wasn't to speak to strangers.
"what are you doing up here by yourself? why aren't you playing with the other little rabbits?" the crow asked.
"their simple games do not interest me. I prefer the quiet and the gentle. they don't understand me." said Solemn Pig, sighing.
"poor dear. come now, you're young. don't you yearn for adventure? don't you wish for a life other then this?"
said Solemn Pig, "I suppose so... but where would I go? where would accept me, for all my soberness? All I ask for is someone to understand me, my ways, my hopes and needs. where can I go to find this?"
the wise old crow thought for a moment. in this youthful little bunny-rabbit, he saw an ancient soul, exhausted from endless wandering. "no one can truly find that, Solemn Pig. the world is full of pain and unhappiness, but it is also full of love and joy. no one can look for just love, just joy, for they will be disappointed at the lack of perfection, possibly growing bitter, finding themselves unable to love or be loved. to exist, the universe requires equality, balance and order. those three things are what you must search for. Worry not for your future, Solemn Pig. I can see great possibilities in you!" and with that, the old crow flew off into the skies.

the end.

now go tell it to your kids!

xo

Joyous Days!

could it be...?

Shyte happens! it just does!

'ello, Lovelies!

have you ever gotten all excited and revved up to go somewhere, and you walk there and it's really cold out but you just don't care, and then you awkwardly stand at a street-ligh on a busy street waiting for the "yes, little walkers, you can walk across the street now!" light, but it's just the "no, don't walk, little walkers, you'll DIE!" light and people are looking at you like "mkay, is she gonna go now or not?" and your mind is screaming "aahh! shall I go or not? because people are turning, and I really don't want to die or anything?" so you have to wait till all of the lights turn red and the street-light to go the other direction goes through it's little cycle (including letting pedestrians walk!) and then you go at the "no, don't walk no, little walkers, you'll DIE!" light because you're tired of standing there awkwardly, and then you finally get there and it's closed...?

that happened to me today.
it rather sucked.

anyway...

news!
news for you lovelies!

Solemn Pig has allowed a small portrait to be made of him, and it shall be up as soon as it dries!

happy news indeed!


xo

No Shyte... (the third) or, Daydreaming...

'ello, loves~

oddly enough, it has been POURING all morning.

I personally, adore rain more then anyone else on earth (don't deny it) and all I want to do is sit outside under an umbrella and read a book and drink black tea, but the ground is covered with snow! (up to my knees, and waaay higher because of plowing.)

so, what to do?

I plan to clean my room, make a chai (recipe at the end), walk to the library, and peruse through my new favourite blog, a cup of jo. (http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/)

as it is now three days after this blog was supposed to be posted, all of these things have been completed.

*success*

~segwaaaay~

the place where I was born and currently reside (accept when I'm at boarding school) is infested with squirrels.

one absolutely cannot grow a decent garden/lawn/potted plant without holes all over.

not that I really ever cared, mostly my mum.

the place where I go to boarding school has zero squirrels, only chipmunks.

and let me tell you, loves, chipmunks are about the most un-interesting creatures on earth, compared to squirrels.

recently, I've taken to walking to the local public library near my house, and I get a little thrill whenever I see a squirrel.

and speaking of which, my lovely walk was made even lovelier when it rained all day, making it so that the sidewalks were nearly all clear, and when they weren't, making a delightful excuse to walk in the street (which is really much nicer and prettier then the sidewalks.)

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*hem-hem*

the aforesaid recipe for Chai Tea.

firstly, you must boil water, but only as much as you think you'll drink. I often figure this by taking the vessel I intend to drink out of, pour an ideal amount of water into it (leaving room for soy milk!) and pour that into a kettle, boil it, pour the boiled water over the tea bag(s) into the very same mug you used to measure the water and let it brew for 2-3 minutes.

timing it absolutely does not work, I'm afraid to say. if you must know, timing the brewing process puts mental pressure on the tea-bag, and it trips over its own feet trying to hurry to make the time.

poor thing.

after that's been done, pour in the soymilk, again not measuring because you're a unique little snowflake and you probably have different tastes and teas and flavours of soymilk.

and stuff.

then, add the teensiest little bit honey to it, and stir it all together.

there you have it!

xo

No Shyte! (the second) or, How Doth One Write Thyself a Book?

'ello, Loves!

does anyone else find that, when they spend a night listening/viewing someone with an accent, (or someone with a voice, really) they start to think in that person's voice?

no shyte.

for some time now, I've fancied writing a book.

I have absolutely no idea of where to begin, or how to begin, or what it would be about, I only know that, indeed, I should greatly like to write a book.

has anyone ever heard of NANOWRIMO? (http://www.nanowrimo.org/)

I've done that once, and let me tell you, it was incredibly difficult. I ended up writing 4,000 words of my 10,000 word-count goal thingo.

twas a novel, indeed, about a girl living in a house, all alone, accept for a schizophrenic figure of a friend, who helps the girl (who is refered to as such throughout the entire book) overcome her fear of remembering her life before she was 15.

insane, no?

and also, she has a stalker.

if I were to write a book, for real, I would want to write it half about the thoughts in my head (NOT journal style, that shyte is way too over-used (but perhaps, now that I think of it, a personage unlike myself writing a blog of sorts...?)) and half fictional novel-esque sort of thing, neither one being at all related to each other.

my problem is commitment. with nanowrimo (TM, or something) I got stuck halfway through the month, and almost gave up.

I totally suck, right?

Ever thine... x

P.S.

why does the world hate me so much as to deposit me with the yearning for veganism, but the deathly allergy of nuts?

P.P.S.

you know who I love?

Emilie Autumn.

her book is the one journal-style that is original.

No Shyte! or, What The Bloody Hell?

so...

does anyone actually know how to begin a blog?

no, seriously, does anyone actually know?

it's not like you can skip of singing,

'Dear online diary that anyone in the world can read, but most people just choose not to, today I scampered into a sunshine-filled meadow and kissed flowers all afternoon, and then I met a sparkly creep, and he was staring at this emo chick, and, like, they weren't even saying anything to each other, and she was just looking at the sky, and then he growled at me and jumped in front of the girl, and she just kept staring, and then I went home. the end!'

or something... foolish children, the lot of you!

hem-hem

anyway,

'ello, loves!

I've returned from boarding school, back to my home, and I'm having a dandy time. just dandy.

(does anyone say that, either?)

have you ever gotten the feeling like, oh yeah, I'm probably never going to see those people ever again ever, and then one of them calls you and invites you for tea at your teacher's house?

no shyte!

that actually happened to me, indeed it did!

it was really quite delightful.

*tangent*

I hate how deadened something sounds when you use only one period, but it sounds weird if you use three periods, and you've already over-used exclamation points, so...

it's like a...

I can't even think of what it's like.

that's how weird it is.

*un-tangent*

this was actually going to have a point, but of course I can't remember.

four minutes till midnight.

does anyone else still get a little excited about that?

have yourselves a good cup of tea, loves.

P.S.

this post was actually going to be how Emilie Autumn taught me how to read out loud, and now I can connect almost anything to one of her poems.

example: "taught me to read out loud..." made me think of Little Boy, when she says "you taught me to lie, and you taught me to hide, to tremble at the telephone, to scream, but never cry..." the subjects are obviously unrelated, but... does anyone else get what I mean?

P.P.S

Midnight, bitch.

No shyte!

well, then...

it's been a while, has it not?

---sort of humiliating, really...

anyway...

I've started up a new project!

in which, I take anything that comes into my head (things you wouldn't normally talk about, stuff like that...), squish it into something slightly art-ish, write it over the pages of a book, and leave it somewhere.

I still don't know where yet.

isn't that so deliciously pompous of me?

P.S.

Solemn Pig has been rather camera-shy as of late, so I'll share this bit of knowledge

Solemn Pig is a bunny-rabbit. it happened.