Nostalgia

So much for my silly farce and opinions on the happenings of the world. Instead, I went through old letters of unrequited love and poems expressed as such. Those were a long, long time ago. Trapped in a repressive institution brought forth by authoritative figures. Such big words to describe a group home.

Through these volumes of envelopes, pictures and patches and stories and tidbits of facts came through and I realized something: I miss writing letters. As frustrating as it was for that to be only source of communication with people I once was in constant contact with or still do maintain that connection, it proves promising for nostalgia.

Reading from start to finish, it's funny how everything seems so important at ages 16-18. Every feeling was so explosive. Nothing was as pressing as friendship or relationships in general. A friend and I created an organization via letters that was based completely on nihilism, coming complete with a sexual legislature. Perhaps that is not your typical teenage squandering, but we were determined to survive the distance and the delusion that is society.

While this "establishment" was never, well, established, love poems based on e.e. Cummings and mixed tapes and doodles were. Silly phrases about how we missed each other like the dictionary misses Daniel Webster and how we loved each other like the literary youth love pretension.

Ah, youth.

You Have the Most Amazing Lungs

In Hawaii, there are about a dozen small caterpillars - yes, insects - can breathe both in and out of water. Now I know what you're thinking: "Awesome, butterflies can go underwater!" Wrong. These are moth caterpillars. You know, the nocturnal butterflies that eat your sweaters.

What is interesting is this: the caterpillars build silk cases in different shapes. These shapes are determined by species and they breathe in air like other insects, through small openings called spiracles. When the caterpillars are underwater, they most likely get the oxygen they need to survive through their skin.


All of these caterpillars are from the same genus: Hyposmocoma. Not all are amphibious, so it's difficult to figure out how this evolution happened. It seems to be at random. But the amphibious Hyposcmocoma caterpillars typically live near rocks off mountain streams.

So now Hawaii is now known for several things: volcanoes, tanning, surfing, and amphibious insects.

My Sincerest Apologies

I do apologize for the lack of entries as of late. My birthday has come and gone, and I have aged yet another year. The party that is supposed to be amazing is tomorrow (later today) and hopefully will be a success. I am in awe of how often things change, and cannot help but wonder what the purpose of this change is.

Astrologically speaking, I have heard that 2010 is supposed to be a year of transition, change. Perhaps this is my year of greatness. This is beginning to be more of a journal than an alleged blog, but alas, I am only human.

I am watching The Dark Crystal, watching the Skeksis attempt to be the predominant race. I'm watching them attempt genocide while the remaining two Gelflings inevitably conquer. It's rather dark for a children's movie, especially one with puppets.

I'm watching it as I am a "bed ridden insomniac," perhaps with not much else to do. However, I have my tiara. I have my dress. I have my party. It's going to be an amazing one, I hope. One to help me forget about the confusion I deal with everyday. As I don't have time for much else, the mind wanders into over-analytical prose and thoughts become muddled in a hurricane of both the acute and obscure.



Apart from my philosophical and personal questions, I take a step back and remember: this is one day. This year has come full circle and it's time I analyze my own actions to recognize the change and strides I have made. For my birthday is cause for celebration: I am alive and well, beyond my expectations. What I have right now is almost perfect.

Interesting fact: the term "soulmate" is derived from the ancient Greek. Supposedly, humans had four arms, four legs and two faces. Zeus, in a fit of jealousy, separated the human beings. Thus, we are in constant search of completing ourselves.

And I bid you adieu, until next time. And I hope you enjoy the midnight ramblings.