Life is so confusing. No one knows what to say or do

Tiny orange stitches, each one a labor of love by the crooked fingers of my great grandma. The yarn; an intricate pattern so carefully exact in its shape. It sits, folded on the couch for everyone to admire. But the strange thing is, no one notices the afghan. No one pays any mind to the art right in front of their eyes. Do they not see the small frays in the side where I pulled out strings as a curious toddler? Does the faded cream colored fringe not draw the eye? No, instead, attention is brought to framed pictures hung on the walls. They scream tranquility at the viewer, with images of lovely ponds and peaceful creeks, sheltered by all knowing pines. The blanket is only looked to when it’s needed. It’s not made to be admired, not made to be exalted, not made to be beautiful. Somehow, in it’s quiet usefulness, it holds a confidence. Everyone knows that it will be there for them when their toes become frigid, or when they just need something to cuddle with. 

The day we unloaded it from our horse trailer was the day I knew I loved it. It was a deep brown with many scratches and knicks; you could tell it had been well-loved. The keys had small dents in each of them, the edges slightly worn down in memory of the tiny hands that had learned to play upon them. It was an ordinary piano, the stand up against the wall kind that they always had at the small town churches by my town. When I would lightly press on the keys, it would make a rich sound that to my unrefined ears, sounded like a choir of angels held on high. 

Aunt Laurie, (LoLo, as we all called her) unloaded the piano bench and set it with a thud by the front door of our little farmhouse. “So, in this bench, there are the instruction books, Christmas music, and the church music.” As soon as my burly uncle brought the bench in the house, my little brother, sister, and I tore open the bench and began pawing through the sheet music. Morgan and Samuel went for the bright, exciting looking books, but a worn, gray leaflet caught my eye. On the front, in a fancy script, it said “Auld Lang Syne”. We fought like tigers over playing it. We compromised by all playing the poor thing at the same time, producing a terrific and terrible thunder.

When the little ones finally went to go watch a movie, I sneaked back into the music room, (as the front room had come to be called) and tenderly laid my fingers upon the keys. I softly turned the pages of my sheet music, until I came to my chosen song. As I began playing the classic melody of New Years, an energy flew unto me that changed my outlook on life. I felt in control of what could happen, and everything seemed a little brighter.

That was about 4 years ago. To this day, whenever I feel like the world is trying to do me in, I run to the ebony and ivory. I’ve never been musically talented, but when I get behind that old piano and my fingers clumsily fly, I am unstoppable.

So once again, I totally wasted more than 4 class periods on stumbleupon.. and for once I got taken to a site that I spent more than 15 minutes on… It’s called www.graphicpoetry.net and it was BAAADAAAASSS! The poems are so simple, with few words and a limited vocabulary, but are so moving. Maybe it’s the typewriter-esque font, maybe it’s the slightly blurred pictures in the background that often have little to do with the poem, but it’s probably that I’m a sucker for things that don’t really explain what they mean. I’ll probably try some out… and then put them on here! Ah, I can’t wait:D

2011 was such a … weird year. Kim Kardashian had a 72 day marriage (big whoop) and I got in my first car accident. I turned 16, and finally dyed my hair from red to blonde… It wasn’t a bad year. just a super weird one. Any Thoughts on this year?

Fada= Crazy! ex. “Tu es fada!

Vachement= “super” “Je suis vachemente cool”

Frangin(e)= Bro (sis) “Je vais aller avec mes frangins”

Clodo= bum “Je ne t’aime pas… T’es un clodo”

Those are my faaavorite slang words in French! Right now, I’m in CC French 2, so I’m really just beginning my studiies. I’m fairly good at speaking it just off the top of my head, but I need to keep working on writing and understanding!

Someday, (SOON!) I really want to go to France… Even if just for a week! I want to try out my French on real French people. Have some slang you like, in English or French? Hmu:)     RANT FOLLOWS THIS TEXT^^

One thing that I really don’t like is when people make up stupid abbreviations.. Like, “hey brah, what’s your ‘sched’ like today”

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ll probably be buying you A BOOK ON HOW TO NOT SUCK”«< Great comeback.

Or how magazines abbreviate everything to sound cool? It drives me MAD…

“Get your BF the perf prezzie this holiday season!”« I mean seriously. I’m not an old person (in the least bit!) but I have NO idea what that’s trying to say! 

I’m not a grammar Nazi. Everyone makes mistakes.. but seeing 8 wrong forms of “they’re, their, and there” on my facebook wall makes me want to punch people. Am I alone on this?!

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