I AM Focused -- hey, look, a chicken!!!!

I am in a REALLY random mood today -- probably because I OUGHT to be writing my short story for English, or doing my paper for Drama, or cleaning my room, or doing my science project, or doing my math homework, or ... something similarly productive.

So I'm not.

Oh, the loverly picture of me is one Kenneth took at Shakespeare Festivall -- it's beter than the other ones, I'll say that much. (Not that KenBarbie isn't good at taking pictures -- I just don't like having my picture taken so I make funny faces)

I got this in an e-mail -- you guys (all one of you who read my blog...) ought to fill it out, too! As you may or may not have ascertained, you must answer the question with a word that starts with the first letter of your name.

1. What is your name Kat!e
2. A 4 Letter Word Kiss

3. A Boys Name: Kenneth

4. A Girls Name: Katarianna

5. An Occupation: Kiwi tamer (thanks Heid) or maybe kettle cleaner
6. A Color Kashmire
7. Something you wear: Kimona (okay, I don't wear it, but some people do...)
8. A Beverage: Kabuki
9. A Food: Knichi
10. Something found: Kidnapping victims
12. A Reason for being late: kids are sick
13. Something you shout: KALABUNGA!!!!!

Tee-hee! Alright, that was fun.

Perhaps I will go pretend to be productive now?

♥Captain Whitney

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

Looks like you're stuck getting some of my writing whether you like it or not ☺
The style of this was not my idea -- it's 9 syllables, 8 syllables, 7 syllables, et cetera. We were supposed to write something connected with the poem before, and the poem before mine -- well, read as follows:

Trolls Vanquished
by Keri West

listen now to tales of heros past
trolls vanquished, the princess safe
knights in the castle towers
elves in their woodland home
and you in your bed
a soft mattres
swarm pillow
blanket
sleep


Which inspired me to write:

Moonlit Wishes
by Captain Whitney
We sleep perchance to dream of our life
What adventures might lie in store
And what we may accomplish.
Dream of love, and of vows
Made in the moonlight.
Dream of the day
that follows
and life
past.

♥Captain Whitney

If pigs had wings, they'd be pigeons!

Post Script

So, my computer's having issues (no surprise there), and thusly I can't get the formatting right, and there will be no picture (despite the awesomeness of the picture I had planned for this post). I guess you will just have to imagine one.

Love and pineapple (you thought I'd forgotten!).

♥C.W.

Your while may not be worth what you think, nor what you think worth the while it takes to think it.

There is something about writing for adults -- and knowing that it is for adults I write -- that makes me, as a teenager, especially careful. I have been posting on http://www.1000000monkeys.com/, and I know most of the writers are grownups, thusly I take time to ponder what I write, and I delve into the extensive vocabulary I know I posses, in the hopes of sounding intelegent. This, I believe, is helping my writing, for fear makes me cautious, and caution makes me better.
Anyways, I know I haven't posted in a while, and I haven't really anything to say, except that I'm enjoying being a monkey, I'm depressed that the Psych season is over 'till summer, and I like pineapple.
Sorry that is the extent of it. Check out my posts on One Million Monkeys if you want to read some of the stuff I've written!

♥Captain Whitney

I'm not inclined to resign to maturity.

A Love Poem

It's almost Valentines day, and I thought you might all be interested in a love poem we read in History. There is something haunting and sad about it, but definitely something beautiful and sweet.


anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did.




Women and men (both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain


children guessed (but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more


when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her


someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then) they

said their nevers and slept their dream


stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)


one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was


all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.




Women and men (both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain


Have a happy Valentines day. Split a pineapple with a loved one, and good luck figuring out the verses above!

♥Captain Whitney

The more you look at less, the more less looks like more.

The Snowflakes Dance

You know, they tell you in school to think outside the box, but it's they who keep us bound. They who place labels, set rules. There is one right answer among innumerable wrong ones. They encourage us to ask questions -- then scoff before giving answers.

"Is LOST an emotion?" you ask.

No. They say. No no no. LOST is a state of NOT KNOWING WHERE YOU ARE. Emotions are FEELINGS. You ARE lost -- you can't FEEL lost.

Can't you?

By their definition, emotions are simple. Are words. Are defineable. MAKE SENSE.

When I smile, I'm HAPPY. When I frown, I'm ANGRY. When I cry, I'm SAD.

I smile, I frown, I cry, I laugh.

But what about when you're WAITING, and the snow is falling, and you aren't cold but you aren't warm, and you want the waiting to STOP and for LIFE to go on, but you NEVER want this moment to END? And you see the snowflakes DANCE, whispering past, decorating your hair -- and you are terribly, terribly LONELY, but you are basking in the FREEDOM of being by yourself?

How do you lable that? How do you catch it, tie it up, put it in a box, shove it in a book, and teach it?

'Cause they don't, you know.

They don't teach you what it means when you want to stand STILL, never move, and paradoxically you want to SCREAM and pull out your hair and break things. They don't tell you what it means when you want ADVENTURE, romance, excitement, danger -- and simultaniously you want to curl up under the covers, hear your mother's voice, and know that EVERYTHING will be OKAY, that you never, ever have to move.

Because they don't know.

They don't understand that feeling of itching to MOVE and longing to STAY.

And here, in this moment, perhaps you've found it. Perhaps you've caught it. Maybe you could tie it up, put it in a box, and shove it in a book? Could you teach it?

No. Because you don't understand it either.

But it's there.

And it's real.

And one day you'll catch it.

And then you'll let it FREE.

But the wait is over. The feeling's gone.

And your fear is that you will forget....

♥Captain Whitney

"We're alive. We're happy." Shouldn't that be enough?

A Day In This Bliss Called Life

Do you ever just open your eyes and realize that everything around you is perfect? That you really have everything you want, and everything is just right, and all you want to do is what is right? I had one of those moments today -- I think Wodehouse calls it euphoria, but don't quote me on that one. Anyways, it hasn't worn off.

My cousin Sam says "Say 'Hi, from Sam, my cousin'". I'm at their house right now. It was actually pretty awesome -- I was sitting, basking in the sheer joy of being alive, and doing my Science homework (which was far less fun), when my uncle called up the stairs: "Hey, Aunt Candi was wondering if you want to go stay at her house." So now Uncle Stephen and I are bopping around at Aunt Candi's, hanging out with my cousins and playing video games. The best trips are the spontaneous ones.

The only trouble with this spontaneity is that we can't watch Psych until to-morrow. :( Oh well.

I was very productive to-day -- I studied for my Science test and my History test and cleaned my room and did my Seminary reading. You should be proud of me :)

Okay, I promised Sam I'd play Zelda: Ocarina of Time with him (I freaking love that game!!! My six year old self coming out again), so I've got to go.

When in doubt -- eat pineapple. It won't solve anything, but you'll be too happy to care!!

(heart)Captain Whitney

Idioms are for the birds.

Pixie Stix, Lafty-Tafty Jokes, Hot Guys, and Sleep Deprivation...

...I am SO there!

Sorry it's been a bazillion years minus a half-post since I've come on! Life's been hectic, but nothing's really happened that's good to post about. Nothing I thought would interest you guys, anyways, but KenBarbie was pestering my so much I decided I had to say something, even if I had nothing to say.

This week has been crazy! We've had half schedule because the "Big Kids" are testing -- but a really wonkified half schedule, with two two-hour classes a day! We watched an entire movie today in Creative Writing (and ate cupcakes!).

Plus, I've had play practice -- but that was cancelled to-day. Mr. Tayler's REALLY starting to stress me out! This was a last-minute play, and we perform the (gulp!) 24th!!! and he keeps cancelling practices!! He's crazy, I tell you! Paden thinks he's a warewolf -- I just think he's bipolar, but either way, he's psychotic. A great director, though. I guess you have to be nuts to be great in the dramatic arts. (Shut up.)

I've actually been productive today! My friend Jill (age 5) came over to-day, and then her sister Caitlyn (age 8) visited, and then her brother Isaac (age 10). They're awesome. Anyways, we hung out, and then they went home, and somehow they inspired me to actually do something. I wrote my English essay (gag!) and typed my science notes and ... well, I guess that's about it, but it took almost an hour and a half, so it felt pretty productive. My essay is awful, but, then, I turn in things I like, and Mrs. Hancock hates it, I turn in something I hate, she loves it -- so I ought to get full marks on this piece of crap that I threw together. I have until Monday to edit it, but maybe I should just leave it the way it is?

I hate essay writing.

I don't say that to complain -- just stating a fact. After all, I'm done with the stupid essay, what do I have to complain about?

I did have a sleep-over planned for this weekend, but my friend got sick. Oh well, maybe this way I'll actually get some sleep.

PSYCH's ON TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!! I spotted the pineapple last week, I was so proud of myself! The only times I usually see it is when Suan holds it up with a big red bow on it. Tee-hee!

So, I've got to write a short story for Creative Writing. Short-stories aren't really my forte. At all. But I'm plugging away -- and I've actually gotten to the point where I can enjoy the process (though I don't think anyone around me does). Some days I hate being a writer, other days I remember why I never want to be anything but. The latter is becoming more and more INfrequent. Ah well, all part of the trade, I suppose?

I still haven't read for Seminary yet to-day, so I had better go.

Don't eat the cat!

♥Captain Whitney

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then God said: "Let there be light!", and there was still nothing, but now you could SEE it!