A Little Rambling

HOMEWORK! Curse it all, anyways. Too many writing assignments for the night, but having done three of them, none of which are due tomorrow, I will count myself reasonably 'ahead' and call it a night and turn instead to writing for pleasure. I have mentioned before that I always keep a kite in my trunk, should the wind perchance blow. After choir, I was retiring to my normal seat in the spacious second floor window when I noticed how blustery a day it was. Excitedly, I mentioned the kite to Rebekah, and we scampered down to the parking lot and took my lovely little Macaw out of Amadeus' trunk. In short order, we had him soaring through the sky, rippling with the gusts or wind under his brightly colored wings. The parking lot is a decidedly convenient place to fly a kite, as there are no kite-eating trees around to snatch my bird out of the air. I realized today, too, how much I talk to inanimate objects, as I cajoled my bird to stay in the sky, to go this direction or...

co-edited by my pulchritudinous sister. This is going to be an odd and complicated post, I can feel it. So, maybe just don't read too deeply into it. It's just some thoughts that have been on my mind for a while. I'm less than fond of hearing the word beautiful applied to myself. Silly, right? But let me explain attempt to explain. Remember the days when everyone was fighting for guys to stop calling girls "hot" and call them "beautiful" instead? I suppose those are still going on, but I hear about it much less often. Well, probably largely due to the good intentions above, beautiful is now the only word I ever hear. It's quite rapidly losing it's meaning. Don't get me wrong, there are times when hearing that word makes me levitate with giddiness. But it's very, very rare. Most people don't mean much with 'beautiful.' They really mean pretty, or nice, or they know it's what is expected. There's not a lot of t...