Joyeux Noël

Bonjour et joyeux Noël! 

J'adore francias!

Hey guys long time no post haha, well just here to wish a very merry Christmas (tres joyeux Noël)! I just want to talk about France for a little bit, it's probably a bit under appreciated. Anyway when we think French we think of the classics, the Eiffel tower, Paris, ect. But it's so much more than that. True those are the main tourist hooks but if you really go there, visit the small towns, and the museums. I promise you will have a completely different experience. Sure we make fun of France for not fighting a lot, isn't that good? The French focus on the important things, in my opinion, such as education, art, music, holidays, and most important love. I'll expound on these a little bit. Education in France starts when the child is two, they teach not only numbers and letters, but manners as well! Education is taken very seriously and is intense, but that is how inventors are created no? Alright now art and music, since they are both considered art. Just think sculptures, paintings, architecture, and music. Anyway, they have a deep thoughts and know how to express it through art, they can also "read" art very well. Or more simply put they perceive art very easily. Like in the L'ouvrier it is all artifacts, sculptures, and art. I don't like "abstract" or "modern" art because, in my opinion, they show no talent, it's just a few colors and lines. Oh well me and my opinions. Okay I'm going to come back to holidays and just brush on love for a bit. The French are amazing people, I can remember countless events that prove this, but I'll carry on. They will greet you with the real smile and will just be so warm and friendly it's fantastic! I have no idea how but Europe is generally like this I love it! Sorry about my rantings, on to holidays, in particular Noël. Just imagine this if you will. It's midnight and you're in a cathedral. Rich, clear voices start to sing Christmas hymns in French the sounds reverberate off of the arches. The stained glass is slightly aglow as a result of the numerous candels lit throughout the pews. Incense fills the air with a faint warm aroma that envelops everyone. You are surrounded by people that love and care about you. And you feel the same towards them. Once you return home with all your family and perhaps some extended family, we begin the meal. Not an American style family dinner where people barely talk and we just shove our faces with however much of a portion we want. In France that's a bit different, you sit down to a beautifully decorated table and eat small portions. However there are multiple courses such as; drinks, bread, fruit, cheeses, entres, small treats, the main course duh, dessert, hot drinks. Not in that order and I'm probably missing a ton of others but you get the idea. Also you talk a lot! 

Oh well that's just my tid bit for the season, so I bid thee a tres joyeux Noël! I love you guys!

 

Dance what it's really about

 I have been in a few different types of dance, all very diverse yet similar. Ballet, Irish. And currently Ballroom dance. Ballet, from what I remember since I did it when I was tiny, but I loved it and it was what started my love for dance.

Irish, I was drafted into it and I did it for a while never truly loved it.

Ballroom, I chose it and I adore it. 

Now what dance is REALLY about(to me) ...

Dance is about expression of yourself, for example, at dances even if you do a simple funny move people cheer and it's amazing that everyone comes together in dance, even if you think you can't dance. 

Dance is a sport and an art, it is a profession, it is a way of life. 

Dance is everything, it can build something emotional or it can break it. 

Dancing can tell a story or simply be beautiful.

Now ballroom...

The waltz is grace and precision, it is love and style, the waltz is my personal favorite because of what it is, I feel I can give it a little justice to its full perfection. 

Pasodoble is a force not to be reckoned with. It is a fierce and fiery dance of the bull fight. A dangerous beauty.

Cha-cha is fast and flirty. It is very fun and can tell a story as well. 

Swing & Jive are high energy and bubbly. It is full of lifts and sharp turns. It's a rush to dance it.

These are the individual personalities to a fraction of the ballroom dances however as a whole they are the beautiful combination of two people that have one movement. It is intense and gorgeous it is based on trust, strength, and the sheer adoration for dance. For a true dancer it is not about the dress or the prize or any thing you can hold, it is about the what you feel when you know you just did something absolutely perfect due to hard work and cooperation. It's about love. 

Thanks for reading <3 you guys!

First snow of the year

No I don't live here, but it did snow for the first time of the year. I like a brisk breeze when I'm bundled up, but numbness everywhere is not okay. I am not a fan of the cold. Snow is fun and so is ice but if it could be warm and still have so I would rather have that! I do not have anything that has yet to keep me warm besides a blanket inside next to a fire. But winter is coming and I can do nothing to stop it so if you see a marshmallow rolling down a hill that's probably me ;) I love the sledding and snow ball fights I just can't stand the freezing temperatures!! Oh well, stay warm my friends <3 Shan 

Just a stroll

Let's go on a walk =)

The air is brisk and damp curling the sweetness of rain and forest across your skin to your nose.

The sound of a car speeds by on the wet road but you are already walking with them into the woods to the trail. A stroll in stillness, only the soft breeze at the top of the trees that makes the slightest of a tinkling. your nose is becoming cold, cheeks soon after but you don't mind. It is so nice and peaceful. True bliss. Hushed chatter begins but all you hear is the trickle of a small stream off in the trees. Looking up the red of the leaves are a sharp contrast to the drizzling sky, blinking away the faint mist you continue to gaze at the brightly colored trees. Plucking a leaf to twirl in your gloved fingers. You brush the bold leaf on your frigid cheek, it is soft and plush. Looking back up we are at the car, how time flies when we are at peace. Have a good night love you =)

For the fallen

Today is November 11 or veterans day, depending where you are. Today we remember everyone who served in the military. May we take a moment, on any day, to think about the fallen who died to protect something they loved. 

I don't know what they've seen, what they have experienced. I do not have the imagination to conjure the horrors of battle and war. I wish that they lived long successful lives and have no war. So may we thank the brave ones who put their lives on the line and perished. I thank you so much.

For the active soldiers or trainees, thank you for all that you are doing, may you have the strength you need may heaven bless you for your strength of will and braveness. You are in my thoughts and prayers. 

Have a humble Verterans Day.

The feeling of belonging

Today in my Tuesday activities I went to my adopted ward, kinda confusing but oh well, and had so much fun! We spent the entire time writing complements about each girl, I have not read it yet but I can't wait to read it! But after it was all passed out we didn't have any special words or anything we simply hung out while people trickled out. Everyone was so nice to me even though I don't go very often. I felt like I was part of a puzzle that fit, if that makes sense haha =). Everyone gave me hugs and verbally complimented me I felt so loved and happy and warm. I love you guys with all of my heart! You guys are such beautiful flowers in a thorny earthly world! 

Into the Darkness

(This is vaguely what they look like)(p.s this is for English so I'm not this creepy in real life ;).)

Terminated?! My work terminated?! Just because they believe I have mental decay. I have spent my entire life, a useless 62 years, for my inventions to help the colony of the Mooniversity and Galaxy Hills. My precious S.P.I bots, they were made to protect the people  it is not my fault that they are now killing. Hunting. Biting. They are everywhere, my creations. Exactly one thousand of them are now biting. A small laugh escapes me, it is like a wild mans, high and closer to a yell than anything. It doesn’t surprise me. The accursed Mooniversity will pay for what they have done to me. I start at the sound of a pair of foot falls. Are they real? Or is it all in my head? I can’t tell what is real and what is make believe, the line is blurred if it is still there. My mind toys with me. Lowered voices floats to where I am standing, staring at the door I think I left a jar. 

“ Dr. Crate has gone mental I heard that he doesn’t talk to anyone. He is only 62 but he seems 102. Also he looks like he has not slept in weeks!” a woman’s voice retorts. A man’s voice replies saying “I know, he always look like everyone is trying to get him. Some how his hair seems like it has a life its own and its whiter than normal.” 

The conversation faded away down the abandoned corridor. Glancing at a small fractured mirror faded and dirty from disuse I saw a man. He was thin with a once white lab coat hanging loosely from his shoulders. His face was hollow and gaunt, his hair a large shock of white that looked like a small ferocious animal. That man is me! “I look like a mad scientist!” I croaked at the mirror, the man in the reflection copied. My voice cracked from not being used for ten years. As I  gape at my own reflection I come to a conclusion, I am a mad scientist after all who could have created such wonderful little devils? Then again their turn in attitude was not of my own construction. Screams and unintelligible cursing resinates off the cold unpainted metal walls. The two scientist have been attacked by my fantastic little bots. A single blur of white, the man by the sound of it, crashes past my now open door. In his shadow there is a red glow from a S.P.I on the hunt. Another shout as the S.P.I hits its mark, the small area on the sides of the ankle that resides behind the protruding bone. Suppose I should know the name, I did once. Sobbing now accompanies the sharp tapping of the metal tips of the S.P.Is feet on the floor. The two scientists are now poisoned where there is no found cure. The shrill beeps await for the authorities to arrive. Their GPS beacon must be appearing on the closes Mooniversity’s police monitor only to turn off once they are within a 20 feet diameter. It was suppose to be that way so criminals would not be able to find the S.P.Is and destroy or capture them. Now it makes it more difficult to find them, HA it is terrific! I see one of my beautiful S.P.I bot at the door, its small sleek black cage shine in the artificial light. The visual lenses and tranquilizer solution softly pulse a blood red light. Eight legs skittered towards me, it stops at the foot of one of the first work tables. Beauty in its darkest form. While others see Death, pain, and horror I see Life.

“ So there are three of you in the building since there were the two scientists then me. There were no crimes committed here nor any criminals, no one has done anything wrong. You were suppose to only sedate wrong-doers not killing everyone. Then again you are so good at it” I said. It stares blankly at me, it now rests a few tables closer, five more tables until it reaches me, for some reason it pauses every now and again, I should fix that. If I were not unemployed I would. The glowing solution transfixes me, did I not make that very substance white to represent peace that my inventions would bring? It lopes three more tables. I find myself sitting at my desk witch is the furthest from the door. “ I thought I lost you.” I loosely commented to the paused S.P.I that I now recognized as my first working prototype “is the back leg still a bit short? It explains why you don’t run quite as well as your brothers and sisters. Although you were never much of a runner, you preferred ambush.” I answered to its questioned look. Or is that my mind? “Now what made your solution turn red?” I think I said aloud. I look down at it as it sinks its needles into its primary target zone. I watch the venom exit the S.P.Is glass vial and flow through the “teeth”, as some people see it. As the hollow tubes retract they are red from my blood, yet I do not bleed that I am sure of, after all i designed it that way. It begins its high-pitched beeps starts. It is insanely irritating, after all I have done nothing wrong. I read the smaller print of the bot that sat before me. Superficial, Preservation, Invention. This project was suppose to protect the people of the Mooniversity colony not to slowly kill them in a extremely painful way! What went wrong? Moving towards the now inactive and drained S.P.I bot, it calculates my intentions of no harm simply movement and remains stationary. I pick up the fist sized piece of death and gently place it outside my only lab door. Pushing the door closed and sliding the dead bolt to a locked position a sigh escapes me. A breath of resignation? A ghost of pride for my beautiful bots? Maybe. I survey my lab. No windows, gray dull walls, and every available space full of clutter. Soon it will be different, very different. There is several long even scratches at the closed door. Seemingly unending shrieks of sharp pointed metal against the unmoving barrier of an entrance. The sound amplifies in the prison of a room it makes my weak ears ache and my already pounding head spin. However this may all be simply from the poison getting into my blood stream and racing towards my heart yet to be distributed into my other extremities. I laugh, a true laugh, for the first time for a very long time. It is a loud booming roar that fills every inch of space. Louder and louder. I stop finding myself on the frigid floor, tears of laughter roll down my empty cheeks. Why am I laughing? I don't know nor do I care. Would it be a result of joy? It is a possibility, wicked delight would be more accurate. I am such a clever man to think of and create such effective little bits of metal. And now they threaten to destroy the human race, ha ha HA! So clever. Peering at my hands I hoist myself up. Continuing to eye my phalanges, they have worn, become old, slow ,and unreliable. The teeth gritting sound of metal being scratched ceases. Small taps replaces it as the S.P.I prowls down the corridor until nothing can be heard. The S.P.I that had pricked me is now gone, suppose it is off to hunt and execute some other ill-fated soul. Wait! It can not possibly bite another for at least for three hours, that is the required time for the venom to restock itself. Searching frantically for some type of device that might tell the time, frustration overtakes in a blind whirl a table is now clear of glass and paper alike now falling to the floor. Pulling up my sleeves to clear yet another desk I find a watch on my wrist. Did I put it there? No matter. Three hours has past since I was contaminated! How can this be? It was only moments ago! Ah but how time flies when you are dying, I chuckle to myself. I start to tinker, it will keep my aged hands busy while the venom becomes more and more dangerous with every loud heart beat. Tha-duh tha-du. Too loud only if I could escape the sound. An idea comes to mind, my mind is clear and so remains free from poison. If anything my brain is sharper than ever it is simply my physical body that is failing me. There fore I must remove my conscious from this pile of bones and dispose of them. I start to build with intent. Soon a black tinted Plexiglas blooms beneath my fingers. Heavens know how much time has passed but I sit and stare at my future home for my brilliant mind. It has similarities to the standard S.P.I bot however this one has no openings. It is indestructible, venom replenish time one hour, and it will have every part of my mind. I will live forever and be indestructible! I will have my revenge upon the people who dare to oppose me! At the back of my mind I knew this would one day happen. Rummaging through the large amount of boxes strewn across the enire room. I start by pulling wires from old prototypes, monitors from boxes, and equations from the bulletin board. The very equation I needed was tucked in the upper corner of the board. It is out of my reach, out of anyone's reach in fact. I find a suitable box that might aid in the equations retrieval. Even standing on the box the slip of paper is a hairs breath away. Reaching and stretching, I almost have it. I almost had it. Whatever object was in the box gave under my weight, most likely it was glass. My hand drags down the overfilled board as I fell. I stare at the artificial light as it shines indifferent to my pain, mocking me for my failure as it still works. Gaping for breath that refused to come I mentally curse the light. Papers that I had torn off flutter like birds and perch around me, one landed on my chest. Eventually air slowly and painfully fills my lungs again, soon I will not have to have pain anymore, I shall BE pain! I gradually remove myself from the floor and scan the paper that so rudely landed on me. Could it be? The equation! Supplies now fill my ever racing mind. I have them already collected, constructing the actual device that will transfer my mental ability into my new polished black machine. I get to work, however soon I became tired and fell into a restless sleep filled with death, pain, and evil glee. The now familiar sound of scratching tears me from my beautiful nightmare. Some how the mental import device lay complete before my very eyes. Had I slept at all or had I somehow completed it before unconsciousness over took me? No matter I must hurry before it is too late. Within 15 minutes everything is set up. I sat my old aching body into a chair and wired myself in the device, only a few things remained to do. I retrieve a beaker of white solution and pour it into my future body, it gives a faint white glow through the tinted glass.  Perfection. The sound of metal on metal still rings through the lab making my head feel worse. I can't stand it! Rushing to the door I throw it open, the S.P.I freezes one claw in the air where the door use to be. I walk back to my desk, it follows with an air of death hovering about it. I adjust the wires about me on my conscious machine. I did not fully compute the deep gouges in the door until I was seated, it was almost in. It was etching out a box in the door to come through. Now it just sits and stares. Silently judging me. Taunting me. Laughing at me though no sound comes from it besides the quiet clicks of the gears. "I have a perfect body while yours fails and is aging. I am immortal and you are not." the S.P.I jeers. "Not for long" I sneered back. Slamming my finger down on the "Enter" button and braced myself. At first nothing happened, but slowly pins and needles started in my toes. It is like a loading bar, an excruciatingly slow loading bar. Trying to move my foot that is now numb, I see movement in the corner of my eye. The active S.P.I is now gently prodding my future body. But that is not the movement that captured my attention. My glass S.P.I was moving its feet. It is responsive! Soon the areas of pins and needles become excruciating hot, as if a fire was set beneath my legs. The heat soon flipped to cold and stillness. This cycle continued as the numbness edged through my body. It is at my neck. I am fixed on the two different S.P.Is on the table. One is absent. I feel metal on my ear, I look through the corner of my eye to see its bright red eyes inches from my own. I try to laugh at its primitive curiosity, but the only thing that might be related to a laugh was more air escaping my nose. That was the best I could muster in my state. The cold deadness is at my neck, shifting my gaze I focus on my future body that I now control. My vision begins to blur and blacken, then turns red as I look through red tinted lenses as eyes. It is complete. I am immortal and indestructible. I know who my targets are and I would feel pity for them. If I was human.