Pointless

This post is pointless, other than telling the magical little fairy sun goddess that is watching over us right now - telling her, why I wont be posting for at least three weeks.

As of now, officially, everyone who would ever read my blog has been sent off to a instiution where children are kept from their computers, and most electronic devices, for 2-4 weeks. And so, I think I'll just write down my epiphanies from now on, and when people are back to read, I'll post.

Unless, as I have noticed, people are growing rather bored of posting, and doesn't give them the fulfulling feeling it did last January. Or maybe it's because in the middle of July, there are more things to do than sit around on a laptop and read people's train of thought. Regardless, if I decide that the blogging revolution is over, and I don't want to post anymore, I will write an official ending. Otherwise, see you in August.

-Mountain Spirit *.M.*

Swing

I wonder what the original purpose of a playground swing was. Even back to hanging from a tree branch. The feeling of swinging must be forever soothing and happy to people. Maybe because it sort of feels like you're flying. That's why I love swinging. You can just sort of go through the air, and be apart from whatever people are trying to put into your head. I close my eyes and think of someone. Then it's cold and dark and alone the wind is cutting through my skin and it feels good, like I'm happy and at home. Or, it's warm, and filled with existance, and the sunlight is soaking into me, but I'm happy and home. Just because of that one swing, and that one person.

City

During my childhood, I hated the city. I didn't like how I had to get up and take the subway to school, instead of in my own car where I could collapse asleep. And the lack of a backyard, and excess of cars and traffic, and all that. It was one of my young wishes to not live in the city. And it is probable that I will eventually move out of the city, just 'cause. But the one thing that's interesting about the city is it has lots of moments that are amazing, either because of their unusuality, or because they are so perfect in some way, that it's unreal.

Like a moment where three people are talking while leaving a building, and they reach the door, and they each go off in separate directions: left, right, and straight. Isn't that something you'd expect in a movie? Well it happened yesterday, in one of those cheesy "Bye!!!" moments. And a gang of kids jumping over police gates that line a street, each of them with a lemonade in hand. A little man sitting on a white chair on the corner of the street all day. Just sitting. A street that goes down forever with colorful umbrellas everywhere, and flag lines that hang from street lights to store fronts, clothes and fruit lining every block - these are images that I appreciate in the city. And it would be moments like those, in which I would ove to be a photographer.

Camp

Now I'm going to do what people normally do on their blogs: talk about life.

I guess it's everything I've been doing at my camp, that makes me not think. No social epiphanies, no broken hearts, just russian ballet training. I mean, with the different cliques inside the studio, there are people to talk to and to stimulate your mind. But not quite as hellish as junior high school; I'm also too tired to blog when I get home.

Regardless, I love camp. I love the fact that all I have to do is go and take class, and 85% of the time, class is fun. It's especially fun because there is no stress for shows, and its SUMMERTIME so everyone is happy. I get to see my camp friends. Even though it's a day camp and not a sleepaway like most people, I still have a whole separate group of close friends for the summer. Every summer, we spend four weeks doing everything together, in my little group of four. It's great to reconnect with them, and to remember how much we love each other. It's miraculous, and carefree, to just run around with them all day and not really worry about the world outside of pointe shoes.

So maybe I will have an epiphany later.

Pants

Left with nothing else to blog about but an inside joke that I am now making open. A friend said today "I hate pants." And then "I probably shouldn't have said that, but they could prevent reproduction!" Pants ending the human race. I guess that could be a reason for nudists. They are protecting the human race. Except that doesn't really count unless you have a gang of nudists all having babies. So I guess not. But techincally, pants are a danger to the frequency of sex. They slow things down! What if there isn't enough time? Ok, so I'm really not going to get into that, but I decided I needed to post, and this was on my mind.

But before you leave, remember, pants are still a good thing. Don't try to walk around without them. Please.

Summer

So now it is summer and all my friends (or at least most of them) are exploring the world, off at camp, or in the next 1-2 weeks will be doing either of those things. I however, while I will be doing things, will have complete access to my laptop, internet and blog, and thus will be able to confuse the people who click on my link. But as the number of people reading will be the sad number of zero, I think my summer posting is going to slow down. I will continue to post however, just less frequently. Like once a week. Instead of twice or thrice. So if, amongst your travels and revels in the summertime, you find a moment when you'd like to hear a preteen try to make her mind make sense and complain about the world, i WILL have somethings new going up here.

Enjoy the summer.