Snerk, verb, noun a sound akin to a snort or giggle, or rather, a combination of the two. Generally uttered under one's breath or through the nose, but with an affectionate rather than derogatory manner.

Thwap, verb to hit one upside the head (usually with a Rod or a stick or other such implement). (See fwap, smack, slap.)

"See what you get for premediated thwappage...?!" she snerked.

There is nothing wrong with enjoying life and everything wrong with crushing someone else's joy. Remember that, live and let live.

And when the time comes when you don't think about anything,
when worries are far away, responsibilities can lay in wait for a few more minutes,
when you can enjoy simply being without the burden of wondering why you're being...
truly, that is joy.

Ginny is getting a full week off from work in a few weeks! YESH!!!

NYAO!


I still don't get why what happens happens.

I like to believe that nothing is all 1oo% one person's fault. Psychology can cite reasoning theories because of childhood, or mental defect, or other such things that slip through tangible fingers. Reasons that only exist within the vessel of each person, that can never be shown to any other person. And for that reason, we each live in our own world. No two are the same. And no common bridge can be found between them all, because the material from one is not found in the other.

I've seen the strangest, widest range of human emotion in the last few weeks and I'm still trying to process half of it, and understand the other half of it. People I haven't spoken to in weeks, months even, have appeared from the woodwork (both online and IRL) to speak with me again. I've seen blood relatives bring me to the neighboring regions of Hell and close friends I didn't even know half a year ago accepted as siblings almost instantly. I've stood witness to hard work, failure, and being stretched far beyond my limits.

It's the stretching that hurts.

My Pastor once said that, in order to be able to able to understand His works better, God must stretch His children's hearts and minds. We have to drop the small cardboard tube we pretended was a telescope and open our eyes to a wider view of the world.

Even if it means seeing stuff we didn't want to see.

Maybe I speak of maturity. Maybe it's loss of innocence and death of naivete again. Maybe I'm just rambling...heh.

There's a funny little ache in my heart right now. I'm wanting so much to solve everything that is bothering me, and the problem is, I can't. I'm not God. I don't have His ability nor His wisdom to change things to match what I want, because what I want isn't always what is best for the general good. Being a perfectionist and a bit of a control freak at times, you can tell why this may bother me.

Ah well. My heart is stretched, my mind is open. May my spirit grow as well.