April 9, 1993 (age 8)

Today was a WONDERFULL day! Yesterday was good to. Yesterday night was my date. I went to Baccen-Robens first. I got Rocy Road, and Coockes and Cream. The Rocy Road didn't tast the same as the Food Lion kind. It had marshmeloes instted of Vanila! The Cookes and Cream Just didn't tast write. I didn't know what was wrong with it. Next, I went to Fun - Fun - Fun. I got five ticites, And I wanted a gold ring. The gold rings cost 5 ticits, But, The man at the counter just stuk his finger in the gold ring contaner, and slowly took out TWO gold rings, and handed them to me, then, at the same time, He said, "Here, take two." Then I Handed him my ticits and said that I only had five ticits. He didn't mind. He Just gave them too me. I was so suprised that I took them and went away wondering.

THE END

Dun Dun Dun

So, why exactly did I start this blog?

I started this blog because I wanted to get some things "out there," and being able to get responses to those "things" sounded quite appealing. So, I would like to share some excerpts from my journals, which I have been told in the past should be published someday, on this blog. I have kept a journal since I could write, and my Mom kept one for me since before that. So, when I get to typing up some excerpts periodically on here, I'll probably start with the ones dating before I could write for myself. If I can figure out how to scan in three-year-old art I'll include that, too. But as kind of a prequel, I'd like to share some recent poetry. Please let me know what ya'll think.

beauty
is jinn and a rolled French r
waking to the scent of breakfast
I didn't have to make
the smile of love in your eyes
sun-soaked skin
the smoothness of that spot
and my fingers curling your
curled hair
meaning
is joy infused so deep
by the scent of bacon
laziness
and the sun's sweet heat
feelings exude from your smile
your skin so soft to the touch
of my rough, chapped
lips
love
is life with all its meaning
beauty with all its sadness
yellow smiles and furrowed brows
otherness we can't describe
jinn and a rolled French r

Dreaming in French

I haven't taken a French class for about two years, until this semester, and I think that as of this time tomarow I will be 'pense'ing (thinking), 'mange'ing (eating), and 'dorm'ing (sleeping) in French! I have to study 8 hours a week, and I didn't realize this until today, which means that I'll be studying almost all day tomarow. Next week, I'll definitely spread out the 8 hours better. The great thing is, I love this language . . . I better, if I'm dreaming in it!

"Be like a duck; calm and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like the dickens underneath."

I've been quoting this for years, and finally took it upon myself to figure out where this quote came from (who have I been quoting?) and the answer is...anybody know? Michael Caine! But evidently either I or the person/place I directly heard it from, has changed it. His original quote was, "Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath." Maybe I'm vain, but I like my version better. I like the 'unruffled,' wherever it came from.

Explanations

Since before I can remember, let's say when I was three, each time I became a new age, that new age became my new "favorite number." When I was four, when asked, "What is your favorite number?" I of course responded, "Four!" When I was five, it was five. And when I was six, at some point during that fateful year, I decided that this had gone on quite long enough (years are very long periods of time for children) and my favorite number, from then on, would remain six.

Also at that time I decide the other "favorites" were not to change any more; my favorite letter of the alphabet has remained "T" because my best friend Terri's name began with that letter. My favorite season has remained "Autumn" because it is so colorful and beautiful. And my favorite color has remained Yellow. So hopefuly these tidbits help you remember how to get to this domain name: www.yellow6.blogspot.com