Boundary Waters.

Imagination:

• Pronunciation: \i-ˌma-jə-ˈnā-shən\
• Function: noun
• Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Latin imagination-, imaginatio, from imaginari
• Date: 14th century

1 : the act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses or never before wholly perceived in reality
2 a : creative ability b : ability to confront and deal with a problem : resourcefulness imagination and get us out of here> c : the thinking or active mind : interest imagination>
3 a : a creation of the mind; especially : an idealized or poetic creation b : fanciful or empty assumption

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There are some things that I am very private about. I don't tell people about my feelings about a lot of things, because so many people feel entitled to tell me how I should behave, act, feel, etc about certain things.

Instead, I opt to share things that aren't that close to home. For instance, I am a fan of Chef Ramsay because he is a loud, arrogant, hilarious, vulgar, brilliant chef. He is old! He is English! He is handsome. But God forbid I say that "I love Chef Ramsay." No no no! We live in a world of realism. Stop thinking, nikki! Stop! You MUST snap back into the real world.

NO. No, world. I won't. I will like,love,hate,enjoy,envy anything I want - real, fake, etc.

I mean, what comes next? A lecture on why I shouldn't date a Lutheran?

Shut the eff up. It's none of your business. If you can't keep things light hearted, friendly - or don't know how to communicate, then go away. I don't judge you, so stop judging everyone else.

I bet you didn't know.

I bet you'd never guess that I, some alien behind a Macbook, am a writer. Even more surprisingly, a painter, a singer, a flute and piano player and one helluva cook.

I am sitting here, next to an empty plate. I made the perfect pavlova earlier. The larger part of it looks slightly sad now, sitting cut in half on a cookie sheet.... but it won't have to worry much longer. Soon, it will be gone... joyfully eaten by all who pass by.

Poor poor pavlova.

Pavlova makes me think of my friend. Take away the "a" at the end, and you've got him. He's an interesting fella. I dunno if he'd actually consider me a friend... but my guess is... well, yeah, probably. I don't usually tell people all my secrets the first time I hang out with him - but that's what I did. He knows me better than a lot of people. I wonder if he can remember all the things I said. It's probably better for him to forget. You're probably confused, but that's okay - it's not for you to know.

School is starting up again. Back to school.... back to school :/ ... yuck. To be honest, school and I have never been great friends. I hate it, it hates me. I have no real motivation to impress teachers, and frankly, they don't really want to be impressed. If I write a sucky paper it doesn't mean they aren't getting paid. They don't care. Why should I? Oh ... because it's my future? Hmm. Well, I could always drop out 3/4 of the way through and go to Le Cordon Bleu. I'd love to cook for a living. People don't sigh or moan when you hand them the perfect piece of pineapple upside down cake or serve them a homemade chicken pot pie.
People DO moan and sigh when you say, even with enthusiam, "today we are going to diagram sentences" or when you hand them Lord of the Flies. I am going to be the enemy... and at the end of the day people will find refuge with their hot meals and tasty desserts and curse my name.

I think my younger brother is trying to imitate an elephant seal.
I better go watch.

Fire in the [ear] hole

if you could hear whats on my mind you'd close your ears and start to cry
my thoughts are loud - they scream at me
they show me things the eyes can't see
If you could hear whats in my head you'd grab a pillow from your bed
you cannot smother sounds of thoughts

they are what they are
they are what's not.

21 years and running.

Where dreams don't die
They lay in bed unconscious.

I'll sleep out on the front porch
Where the words slip down through the floor boards.

You wrote a story for me
But when I burned it....

I never felt more human.