Time...

Here's a time poem for you.  Or, for time I should say.

Time
Time, time, or curse you time.
Give me more time to think of rime.
When I need you most, you're never there.
Your so unkind, and rarely fare.
You mystical time,
The spell you cast,
The hour hand is moving fast.
How can it be,
That those that I care for,
Are to busy for me,
Just fighting a war?
And how can it be,
That those that I hate,
Are waiting to pounce on me,
As if I'm their best mate?
Give me time, time from above,
To spend more time with those that I love.
And for those monsters, I'd ask you'd bless,
All with the time of less and less.

Oh The Saying's of the Wise

I found these wise quotes the other day.  I hope they inspire you and strengthen your sole.

Palms is a great way to learn how to defeat-ith thine enemy. 
-Dr. Elemis Pott

Do not have crushes.  They are bad for your brain, and don't help you study.
-Dr. Elemis Pott

I have a question...GET OUT OF MY WAY!
-Dr. Elemis Pott

(After seeing the pedestrian crossing sign on the side of the road)
Be careful, Presbyterian crossing.  You don't want to run over any of those.  
-Dr. Elemis Pott 

Being depressed doesn't make me happy.
-Dr. Elemis Pott 

I Didn't Have THAT Much Coffee...

I fell behind in Biology class.  Maybe that's not a big deal to you.  But the results of the fall behind have effected...Well, my sanity.  If there was any in there in the first place.
I sit in the basement shivering and cramming smart-sciency-sounding terms that don't make sense to me.  Being alone with science can do evil things to you.  I wouldn't suggest it.  The Gollum in me starts talking.  It's distracting.  Then I start sweating and shivering and shaking my fists, saying unpleasant things like, "Darn you science!  Why are you so blasted not fun to do?"
Me 2 says, "Next term is called, Genetic Disease carrier."
Me 1:  "Yummy."
Me 2:  (dying with laughter) "HAHAHA!  Good one!"
Me 1:  "Hay yeah, that was pretty funny!"
Me 2:  "HAHAHAHAHA!"
Me 1:  "HAHAHAHAHA!"
I laugh for about 15 minutes and go up stares to tell my family about my hilariousness.  I'm all like:

And my family is all like:

I swear, I didn't have that much coffee today.

Golum and I...

I've recently noticed how similar I am to Gollum, from the Lord of the Rings.  I don't like to consider my self totally evil, but other then that I find that I connect with him very well.  We're both short and twerpy, we're both overly protective of our possessions, and we both get angry at things that really aren't that big of a deal.  The other day my fiddle was being rude, and I through a little Gollum fit when no one was looking.

But the thing I've noticed most is the two Doctor Elemis's in my head.  I don't talk to my self all the time like Marry Poppins does (I can always tell when she's in the room because she's whispering to herself.  It's kinda creepy) But there's a peaceful, introverted, serious side of me, and then there's the out going, hyper one.  These two start chatting when there's no one else to talk to, and they come out most in moments of high stress.  Sort of like when I can't decide if I should have dessert.  Here's an example of an argument we had:

Me 1:  "Oh joy!  I'm done with my dinner!  Time for dessert!"

Me 2:  "We don't have a lot of sugar food options though.  Just some cake and lolly pops and chocolate bars and cookies and marshmallows and Jo-Jo Oreo's and skittles and Junior Mints and the bag of candy from last Valentines day."

Me 1:  "That's true.  But what ever.  Sugar is sugar right?  Now pick something." 

Me 2:  "I actually don't think we should have dessert."

Me 1:  "WHAT?!  YOU'RE KIDDING!"

Me 2:  "Yeah, I've been hearing a lot of stuff about how sugar is bad for you and it'll turn you into a shrived little geezer."

Me 1:  "You're already a shriveled little geezer.  I want dessert.  Hay look!  Dad's making an espresso!  We should ask him to make us one!"

Me 2:  "I don't think so.  You know, coffee can do bad things to you."

Me 1:  "When did you get all health crazy?"

Me 2:  "Two weeks ago.  Say, how about you just have a cup of tea instead?"   

Me 1:  "Now you've gone too far.  You've turned to the dark side.  And I'll never fall for this madness."

Me 2:  "Well guess what, I'm your father!"

Me 1:  "NOOOOOOO!  Wait, what?"

Me 2:  "Never mind.  And you know what, if you drink that coffee or load yourself on sugar then you'll be sick and your voice will be dead and you wont be able to do your performance.  Someone else will have to fill in your part."

Me 1:  "Man, you had to bring that up.  Fine.  I'll just be miserable.  But just so that I can be in the play, you hear?" *GASP* "Mom made German Chocolate pie!"

Me 2:  "Case closed.  Dessert time!!"     

   

The Plane War

Here's a comic from the 'Crazy vill Kids,' a comic book I started three-ish years ago.  

This comic shows the joy of play-time and the loving bond of brother-hood.  Enjoy.

    

Sherlock and Family and Such...

Happy new year!...I suppose.  Are new years all that happy?  Exciting maybe...Or not.  Sorry to be negative, I had a fine new years day at my friends house sledding and shoving snow down our shirts.  And after all that 'holiday cheer' and candy and 'Christmas spirit and love and joy and family,' it's time to open up the text books and get right back in to life like a thwap in the face.  Harsh.
So to begin, here's a review on the New Sherlock episode:  I hated it.  I sat there in agony every stinking second.  It's no use closing your eyes in films like that when just what your trying to avoid has a creepy catch phrase that's ringing in your head like nausea.  But other then me hating it, it was lovely.
Review on the latest Doctor Who:  It was wonderful.  And I don't think I can say much more then that because I wouldn't want to give spoilers (hint hint...Only you whovians would understand.)
I think it's right time you meet my family.  There's kind of a lot, but hang in there.
Marry Poppins is the oldest.  Shes practical and perfect in every way.  She loves to burst out in song at times, but I suppose that's what you do in musicals.  She's talented, pretty cleaver, and her English is so stinking perfect its terrible.
Dory is a fish.  Sometimes.  Shes also practical and cleaver, but sometimes can't remember things.  Although, in her words, "When the topics not important, why remember it?"  She's very smart and mathematical, and can salve a rubic's cube before you can say, "figure it out."
Batman is the oldest of my brothers.  Hes dashing, strong, and only works in black.  When life gets you down, Batman's there to do something completely insane and make you laugh.  Although there are times you want to smack him for reminding us for the 2,000th time that he's Batman, when I feel like being adventurous, I'm not alone!
Hobbs is a stuffed tiger.  He's jolly, contagious, and ready to pounce on you.  He's the type that will tell a joke that's not that funny, and then he'll laugh and roll on the floor flailing his arms, and after that you can't help but laugh.  He's kind, hugable, and loveable.  He's also Calvin's faithful tiger.
Calvin....I don't know where to start.  You wouldn't either if you met him.  Being second to the youngest doesn't bother him.  He's the boss of us any way.  He's energetic, talkative, competitive and one of his favorite things to do is check out his muscles in the refection of the TV screen.  His muscles, that actually should be smaller for a guy his age.  He's adventurous and faithful, especially to his best friend, Hobbs.
Boofer is the youngest.  She has quite the extensive vocabulary.  She can say things like, 'Bath,' 'water,' 'Mamma' and, 'AAAAAAAAAH!!!'  She favorite things are luxury's like being held, taking baths, eating, and having her attire changed by a servant about twice a day.
Mom is my Mom.  She keeps busy, but not too busy to spend time with us.  Shes absolutely gorgeous and does those usual Mom-ish things like the dishes and cleaning.  She also our teacher.  And not just how to use the toilet and blow our noses, but school too.
Dad is my Dad.  My mentor, and the one who told me how to become a Christian.  He's strong, handsome, friendly, and has a great sense of hummer.  He's one of the few people that can make me laugh so hard you think you'll die.
I'd tell you all about my fantastic pets and all, but I'll have to save that for another time.  You might not hear the end of it.