Change

Time has passed and seasons have changed
Things will never again be the same.

Trying to hold on to that place and time
But I'm losing my grip, it's a hard thing to find.

Life goes on, or so they say
People change, they go their own way

But how do they know which way to go
When life is always changing, since waters always flow?

Things will never stay the same
Each thing has a season, then comes the new day

Everything we know is always changing, always moving
How do you know whether you're winning or losing?

Seasons come and seasons go
So we simply hold on to the things we know.

Only In Books....

So. I've pretty much decided that it's only in story books and fairy tales when you actually run into a guy. I mean. I am now in Washington, in Stevenson. At Annie's. And I got bored. And went running, right? Like, half way down the hill. And like. In the books, right, some guy would drive past as I was making my way BACK up the hill. Because it's a ridiculously HARD climb back up to Ann's house. OR! Better yet! Some guy could come RIDING, like, on horseback! Definitely better than a car.

Seriously: Any time a girl goes on vacation in a new place and goes somewhere, she meets some guy! Every time, in the book, consistently! And he's always amazing, and perfect. Like, usually only for the summer, or whatever, which is dumb. But STILL.

But I've pretty much decided that only happens in books. Nothing like that EVER happens in real life. EVER. I mean, seriously. Has anything like that ever happened to you guys? No. Probably not. Because it doesn't happen in real life. Things don't just happen like that.

Which I suppose is probably why I like writing so much. Because then I can make my happy little people that run serendipitously into one another and fall madly in love at first sight and ride off into the sunset, all picturesque and perfect and everything that doesn't happen in real life. Life never ends that way. Like, I wonder what would happen if people continued the story after the "happily ever after." But see, they can't do that. Because then everyone would die. And that's not as good as "and they rode off into the sunset and lived happily every after."

But I don't mind that, as much as it sounds like I do. Because I get enough of real life in...well, real life. I don't wanna read about it in books! I wanna read happily every after! Which is why all of my stories that never get finished actually do have endings. Because they always end in happily ever after of some sort. Everything goes perfectly. Because it's a good way to end it. I like my characters to be happy, even if I do tend to make them really miserable somewhere in the middle. =P

Anyway. That was my rant about books and real life. =P

My Dad is Amazing

So I've pretty much decided that my dad is amazing, and that I want to be just like him. He's a great person, but I guess the thing I was actually thinking about was how he works with animals. xD That's like, I dunno, superficial or surfacy or whatever, I know, but it's true!

I've watched him working with cattle for two days straight. To watch him peel a cow off the main bunch is amazing. It's like....he picks her out and then there she is, right through the gate, even if she was surrounded by like, 10 other cows, or right in the middle of the pack! It's crazy. Of course, he misses one every now and then. Cattle tend to be that way. I swear livestock is the meaning of Murphy's Law incarnate; if something CAN go wrong, chances are it probably will, so it's always best to be prepared. But like, it seems like the cows always end up just where he wants them. Working with cows myself over the past couple years helping him and stuff, I know how hard it is to cut a cow or a calf out of the bunch, and a good share of the time my dad just makes it look easy.

I want to be able to do that. Basically, I love my dad. =) It seems like he can do whatever he sets his mind to. =P Love ya dad.