XD I seem to be a Geek.....

Da Wikipedia Bandit!

Okay. First off I would like to say that I am NOT a vandal. But this was WAAY to funny to pass up.....
I was sitting at my computer today. With Wikipedia open..... On a whim I researched 1996, the year of my birth. Unfortunately they DIDN'T have a paragraph for "August 18"....... Mwahaha... }=] Now I will repeat AGAIN. I am NOT a vandal. But I REALLY couldn't help it... So I posted:
"August 18- Rahel Sewell is born to the humble city of Ojai. The sheer brilliance created from the impact of this tiny being upon the face of this earth literally blew down 8 bongs, as well as 3 chicken coops. The local villagers were stunned. Even the sun shielded her eyes from the absolute magnitude of this child's power."
Unfortunatly it was deleted in a few minuets. So I tried again. I mean... It was TRUTH! .... Well.... With the POSSIBLE exception of the part about the bongs.... And the chicken coops... And MAYBE the Sun.....
But the REST was true.....
AANYWAY..... In like, 2 seconds I see that it's deleted AGAIN. ... And I have a new message....
"Please refrain from making unconstructive edits to Wikipedia, as you did at 1996. Your edits appear to constitute vandalism and have been reverted or removed. If you would like to experiment, please use the sandbox. Thank you. -UserName*" (I won't use their name. That would be an asshole-ish thing to do....)

Doh. >< caught by a Wikipedia cop. I checked out this person's page and saw that they had a special vandal-catching device..... Darn.
XD Oh well. I guess it serves me right for posting something so self-revering on a public site..... Even if it WAS funny.....

Hi!! -^.^-
I wrote a strange piece a few days ago, and I thought that I should put it on here....

This is the translation to words of the feeling I get whenever I look at John Howe's (my favorite artist's) painting "Cernunnos" (here's a link to it on his site, although it looks better in his book! You're welcome, John Howe.. http://www.john-howe.com/portfolio/gallery/details.php?image_id=4468 )

We would dance and stalk among the trees, her wide breasts supporting our wildest bounds.
Always she caught us, never let us fall.

The moss that grew within her was as green and wild as our hearts.

We leaped through the shadows, toyed with the darkness, and laughed in the face of physics and gravity.

It was we, with our hearts of shadow and moss, that drowned in her atmosphere, burned in her heart, and festered in her secrets.

Neither stones, sunlight, or earth could turn us away from this wild ecstacy.

This world was an everlasting Twilight.
Neither the Sun nor the Moon could call us from our feverish wanderings.
We were children of the in-betweens. We drowned out all thought and danced in the margins. There was no there and then. Nor was there a here and now. It was. And we jumped for it.

And she never let us fall.

Charmin Meow

Bllaaaahhhhhh!!!!

Chairmin Meow, my cat is an exelent hunter. He roams through our half-acre yard like a.... well, like a poisonous black slug.

I can just picture this being the way we found him.
Someone knocks on our front door. I look up, and wait for 4 seconds juuust in case someone is gonna get the door. I sigh and roll my eyes. I untangle my self from my celtic knot of wires.

I open the door. An old guy in a plaid shirt is standing there with a look that says he just choked on something very unpleasant. He looks me up and down, as if wondering weather to run away or call the circus. Finally he thrusts something at me. "Grrumph." he says which, translated, means "Here. I found this stupid thing pissing in my boot." I look at the black, gray and brown furry blob dangling from his gnarled hand. I take it gingerly. It looks up and blinks at me out of two yellow-green eyes. Then it yawns a toothy, tunaish yawn and shifts it's blob so it crawls up my outstretched arm, finally resting on my shoulder where it reshapes itself into a cat. It closes it's eyes and purrs in my startled face. The man grins evilly. Turning around, he sarcastically raises the old fisher-man hat of his head which translates to "Here ya go. That little bastard's ALL yours."

... Whoa. THAT was weird... I just cranked that out.... O_O COOL.



AAANNNYHOO.... Back to the story... XDPLEASE, SKIP IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH!!!!!!!!!







This morning, I went onto our back porch to get my shoes. In between them is a rat stomach. Charmin ALWAYS leaves the stomach, and until now, I have never understood why. I looked closer and it seemed to have pink, pointy-tipped, 2" long spaghetti on it.... Then they moved.
Blaaahhhhh!!!! WORMS. Now I know..... XP
Maybe my cat is smarter then he looks..... O_o

What if I'm NOT really Rahel?? ... What if I just THINK I'm Rahel?

O_o WHAT IF RAHEL IS SOMETHING BIGGER, SOMETHING BETTER??

Maybe I'm a single cell of a bigger, shinier, being?? Here I am, looking over my little cellular body, satisfied that I am Rahel, master of the RaheliWorld!
.... How wrong you are little cell.

Now the big question is: who else thinks they are Rahel?


..... X) Nmmmmmphhhhh!!!!! My brains......