Paris.

From the moment I arrived in Paris, I thought it was too good to be true.
The grass was green and the sky was blue.

Much to my surprise, the people didn't talk much, and whenever I said something, I felt I was out of place. So I wrote in my journal of this wondrous spot, and here are experiences I afterwards got.

Be Fearful of Mediocrity - Jonathan Ellery once said,
I never get enough of what the voices say in my head,

They babble and yell, 'til my head starts to ache, I try to keep strong but my strength always breaks.
  We walk and we talk as our days go by, and no one seems to just think and ask why.....
Why do we do it, the things we are told?
                              Probably because none of us are bold
Bold enough to say the things we think, we just sit back and watch each other sink. . .
Into bad things and worse things, and things you can't speak of,
                                            And when that happens we just put ourselves above,

The other 6 Billion 800 some thousand,

other humans who make beds, bake bread and build houses,

                 To provide for their families, the ones that they love.

          The couple who together let go of a dove

     To show their compassion and care for one another

Hell, no one will read this, why do I even bother.

I walk alone on this road, I don't need anyone with me,

But I might as well tell you a little of my history,

I grew up in Utah, and would never let that go,

And my full name is Mikayla Mae Snow,

I'm impatient, I do not like to confront people,

and I live behind the Church with the steeple,

 I'm good with my hands, and play Xbox a lot,

                   When I was only 15 my friends and I got caught,

by the policeman... out at 2 in the morning,

needless to say I wasn't joining,

my friends for a few weeks because I was grounded,

and when I was little I always got pounded,

by my older sister Ashli, but she's nice now,

other than the fact that she hasn't made the vow,

to be married to anyone, she just can't commit,

but don't worry she won't ever quit.

I try and I try to get what I want,
     but always and forever I'll have the things that haunt,
        My thoughts and my mind and I can't disagree
           with what destiny has in store for me.
              So I'll follow my own star and take what is mine,
                 because all I've got right now is just a whole lot of time.

So that's all she wrote folks, that's all there is,
Of my grand adventure, in the beautiful land of Paris.

Jealousy

Advice from the Experts - A Poem by Bill Knott

I lay down in the empty street and parked
My feet against the gutter's curb while from
The building above a bunch of gawkers perched
Along its ledges urged me don't, don't jump.

I am jealous of this poem, because it is such a brilliant idea. I says to read it twice, I had to read it 3 times to understand the whole thing all put together.  It is brilliantly written and makes you think hard about how it's written.

Follow your own star.

This is for the haters. for the ones who said I wasn't worth their time. . .
This is for the early birds, although I hate you, I only hate you because I wish I could be more like you.
This is for the bus drivers, the holocaust hiders, and the burger sliders.
Follow your own star
This is for the bed makers, the morning wakers, the mother fakers.
Follow your own star
This is for the widow down the street, you're always smiling and I love it.
This is for the dreamers, the creamers, and the screamers. even though you annoy me.
Follow your own star
This one's for the orphans who think that no one wants you, for the people who never want to, face the demons that always haunt you.
Follow your own star
This is for the trophy losers, and the "Ahhh Yeahh!!" Booz-ers,
Follow your own star
This is for you, this is for me, this is for us
Follow your own star.

How did we get to this place...

     "I keep forgetting to put the seat down." My husband jokes.  I look at him with a grin. . . He's always trying to cheer me up.  I look up from my tissue at the casket that holds my nephew.  My sister is speaking. . . . She goes on to say,
     "In the last few days of his life, it was like he wasn't even there.  Someone I didn't know was in his place.  When will we own ourselves completely?"
     I feel a tear stream down my cheek.  I don't know if we ever will. . . she's right, and tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.

If you really knew me

If you really knew me, you'd know that I hate to drink milk plain, and I love to dance in the rain.
I sing almost everywhere I go, out loud, whispering, or in my head.  On the go or in my bed.
You'd know that I play Xbox more than most boys, and diet coke brings me the most joy.
If you really knew me you'd know that I sleep with my dog at my feet, my favorite meal's potatoes and meat, and I hate nothing more than I hate feet.
I've only taken a bath twice in the past 9 years, and I've never tasted a sip of beer, for 7 years of my life I cheered.
I'm a good kisser, or so I've been told, and if I were to spend an afternoon, I'd choose to spend it with somebody old.
If you really knew me you'd know it takes a lot to make me cry, and when I was younger, I wanted to be a spy.
Okay enough with the rhyming, I'm sick of this stress, I'm just really tired and need a long rest.
I hardly ever take it serious when someone says they love me, and to be honest I've never been in love.
Maybe that's why it was so hard to say what I think love is. . . Because honestly I have no idea.  I mean, I LOVE children, and I LOVE the elderly, but to seriously love one significant other seems way too big for me and my life right now so it makes no sense to me, that I would be the one who believes the things I believe.
I believe people are too hesitant, and people think too much, we just need to jump, and not waste our time with such
bafflement and bamboozles, idiotic wastes of time, oh look at that it happened again, I'm speaking in rhyme
I look around and all I see are people who don't know whether to stand or sit, needing, bleeding, and feeding into craploads of ........ (sigh)
So if you really knew me you'd know I lose respect fast, and I'll forgive you easy, but I'll never forget how you made me gasp.
When you did what you did, knowing exactly that you shouldn't, and wondering why you couldn't, just tell them that you wouldn't.
I get off subject quick, and I love a good chick flick, I'm always cold, and I find myself wishing I could be more bold, So I could go after the things I yearn, but right now I still have a lot to learn.

Film Analysis for First Knight

Ordinary World:  Lancelot fights for money and travels alone, and has no home.

Call to Adventure:  Meet Guinevere and saves her life, he kisses her and lets her go.

Refusal of the Call: He lets Guinevere leave freely, without anything from her.

Meeting with the Mentor:  Lancelot meets Peter the stableman, and goes to Camelot.  He "wins" a kiss from Lady Guinevere after completing the challenge course.  Although she refuses to kiss him, King Arthur takes him aside to talk to him of how and why he completed the course.

Crossing the Threshold:  Lancelot saves Lady Guinevere a second time after she is taken by Prince Malagant, they spend time in the woods together, and return to Camelot to Arthur.  Arthur then extends the opportunity for Lancelot to become a knight at the round table.

Tests, Allies, Enemies:  Lancelot meets the other knights (Allies).  They battle Malagant for Leoness (Test/Enemy)  He saves Guinevere several times (tests)  He becomes close with King Arthur (Allies)

Approach:  He remembers his family dying in the chapel when they get to Leoness.  He becomes closer to King Arthur.

Ordeal:  He tells Lady Guinevere he is leaving Camelot, and will not be returning.  He proclaims his love for her.  She asks him to kiss her, and so they kiss.  King Arthur walks in at this exact moment to discover the betrayal.  

Reward:  The King realizes Guinevere loves Lancelot, and after the king is injured and at his death bed, Arthur gives Lancelot Guinevere and the Kingdom.  He kisses Guinevere.

The Road Back:  Lancelot and Lady Guinevere can be together.

Resurrection:  He fights the mighty Prince Malagant and finally kills him.

Return with Elixir:  They send the King's body out down the river and cremate him.

Hero:  Lancelot

Mentor:  King Arthur, the Knights, Guinevere

Threshold Guardian:  Prince Malagant, Guinevere, Mark the Swordsman

Herald:  Jacob, Mark the Swordsman, Peter the Stablesman

Shapeshifter:  Knights of the Round Table, Malagant's men

Shadow:  Prince Malagant and his men.

Trickster:  Guinevere, Prince Malagant's followers, 

the girl

She's trying to fit in, really she is.  She walks around school in a cotton blue button up shirt and dark jeans.  She eats alone in the cafeteria, on the chair closest to the window, hardly anyone normal sits at her same table.  She looks at no one, she talks to no one, she thinks of no one.  She finishes half her apple, drinks half of her milk, and finishes off her potatoes.  She walks out the doors, passes hundreds of kids, and yet talks to none of them. . . . until a boy says hello, she looks up and sees his pretty green eyes.

Will she say anything back?
Will anything come out of this relationship?
Why doesn't she talk to anyone herself?
Who is this mysterious boy?