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A corner is a space where two walls meet, it is small and either its empty, or something is shoved into it. Possibly a person. The insides of corners are comfortable, and the outsides hurt when you lean on them or hit them by accident. Does sitting in a corner symbolize loneliness? It feels lonely, but I like sitting in corners….
A montage is like a collection of pictures or something that form a whole piece. An example would be like a powerpoint presentation that contains a bunch of pictures of your family or something. The word makes me think of “mountain” because it looks similar. I think the French word to “mountain” is similar to this. I’m not quite sure. Is a montage something like a collage? Makes me think of a collection of magazine scraps to make a whole picture like a mosaic. I don’t really know much about this word.
A canteen is a water carrier used by explorers and mountain climbers. It is also like a thermos that carries beverages, except that I think a thermos is used to retain the temperature of the beverage inside it. They can be used for soup and coffee and iced tea. When I think of the word “canteen,” I often think of the old-fashioned kind that Lewis and Clark would have used, that goes on a strap over your shoulder. I don’t really know much about canteens. They make me think of explorers, mountain climbers, and being trapped in the desert. I think of them as positive objects because if you were trapped somewhere, it would be very beneficial to have a canteen, as fresh water is critical to our survival.
Booth is a section of several seats in a diner or the FBI agent from Bones. I love Bones, it’s a great crime drama. I like how Temperance Brennan, aka Bones, is very apathetic to the events around her and struggles to become someone who will be missed when she dies because she feels a need to be close to people. I like how her name is Temperance, because I didn’t like her “real” name. I won’t spoil anything if you haven’t seen the tv show, because I’m nearly halfway through season 6. Speaking of tv shows, I’ve been watching Heroes lately, which is a show about human beings around the world who develop superhuman abilities and have to try and “save the world.” I like how complex the show is because there are so many pieces to the puzzle of what’s happening and you have to wonder what the characters know about what’s going on.
A pretzel is a loop of something that forms a pretzel shape. It’s not a shape you can describe easily. Pretzels remind me of Wetzel’s Pretzels, a store in the mall nearby. It’s got yummylicious pretzels and a kind of glaze that tastes super yummy on the pretzels. Thinking about this is making me hungry, because I just came from lunch, but I didn’t eat anything. I don’t know why I didn’t eat anything. Probably because I didn’t want to go wait in line and leave the table I was sitting at. If I left, I would have to be parted from my friends for a few valuable minutes. Just now, I looked at my fingers, as I often do when I’m typing or reading or doing something with my hands, and saw my brightly colored, Winnie the Pooh band-aid. I hurt myself yesterday. I’m not quite sure how, because I wasn’t paying attention when it happened and I didn’t notice until it started to bleed and sting a little. It’s a scrape on the knuckle of my right hand. After the band-aid, I see my bracelets, a bunch of silly bands. I’m wearing a fox, a pirate, a skull-and-crossbones, a superman logo, a boot, a giraffe, and a dinosaur.
A mole is an underground creature or a mark on your skin. I’d much rather think of underground creatures than beauty marks. The latter is kind of gross to think about… When I think of moles, I think of Thumbelina, and how the evil mole trapped her underground to be his lovely wife, even though he was blind. Based on the illustrations for Thumbelina in the book I read once as a child, I imagine that moles are kind of cute, like big brown mice. Some people think of mice and rats as gross, but I think most things with fur are cute. Rats are a bit gross, I admit, and I wouldn’t want to touch a mouse or a rat, but I can appreciate their big black eyes and soft bodies. However, moles seem a bit sad to me, mainly because of Thumbelina’s deep longing to see the sky when she’s trapped in the mole’s underground house-tunnels, but also because no one really thinks about or likes moles. It’s interesting that “mole” could be the word of the day, because OneWord takes something simple and makes someone think about it on a deeper level. This is thoughtful. I never would have though very deeply about a mole at all.
Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought him back. People say curiosity is a bad thing. People say curiosity is a good thing. The only thing I know is that it’s hard to spell. Oh well. I’m usually a adept speller, but some words confuzzle me a tad. “Confuzzle” is not a real word. I’d a little more ADHD today than usual, and I notice because I’m thinking about how I have a green tongue due to eating a fruit roll up, but I’ll try to stay on task. … Pick up where I left off. Curiosity keeps people wanting to learn and seek answers, but there is a line between curious and nosy, and it’s hard to tell where it is and if you’re standing on it. I think that as long as people can justify their curiosity with a legitimate reason, being painfully honest about their intentions, then they can say, “I want to know this because of this reason, and I don’t just want to know something that has nothing to do with me because of myself.” This is how you know if you’re behind the line. I don’t think I’ve ever had much of a problem with curiosity. I try not to pry at all, even if I want to know something, because I want other people to feel secure and not stray too far out of their comfort zone for me and regret it. I also really don’t need to know these things, and knowing them helps nothing, so it’s easy enough to just ignore.
glowing is an aura of bright or when something emits light in the dark. Glowing is when someone is crazy happy all the time and his/her friends say, “You’re glowing.” I don’t know what causes this or how someone would see it. Is it a sentimental thing? Something saps would say? Or is it something that you don’t know until you really see it? I know that the phrase is often applied to pregnant women. I’ve never seen anyone glowing. Is it something you would say to or notice about a friend? That they’re suddenly happy like a light in the dark? How would someone achieve this light? How do you know when you’re happy enough to glow? Is it something you feel? “Okay, I’m officially glowing. I’ve achieved max happiness.” But then what happens when something better happens and it rocks your world? Are you Glowing plus One? Bonus points? Should people really be glowing at all? Is that truly healthy? Being happy without stress is, yes. But why should anyone glow?
To console is like to comfort someone right? It’s also like, a game console, which I didn’t realize until I heard someone near me say so. I would not have thought to see it that way and I value how other people will see something different from you even more than someone who sees something exactly like you do sometimes. It’s really hard to find someone who thinks of something exactly like you do, but it really emphasizes how special someone is when they see something in a way you never would have. That’s why I really like it when people ask me what I’m thinking or about my views on something. That’s a case of them thinking the same way as me, while thinking differently as I do, or they would not need me to share my thoughts, because we would come to the same conclusion and we wouldn’t have questions about it. I really like how my boyfriend makes me think sometimes.
birth is the process by which something is born. I have negative feelings toward this word because this is not something I ever plan to experience. The process of birth is painful and lasts 9 months. The end result is your own baby, something you’ve created from yourself. I don’t want a baby, I actually don’t like babies. They’re so small is discolored and I always feel like I’ll break them. I don’t even like touching them, like they’ll shatter. Babies are responsibility, work, and require so much attention and commitment. Those are things that I’m not completely ready to give. This world has enough people, the majority of them with darkened hearts under sweet smiles. I believe in humanity, that people will do the right thing in the worst situation, but I also believe that most people are weak of heart and won’t give help to someone out of the goodness of themselves. This is why I don’t think the world needs more people. 6 billion isn’t enough for you? We’ve already overextended out resources. Another reason I don’t want a baby is because it’s so expected of people, to pop kids and try their best to live a normal life. Our very instincts, passed down from the wild and our ancestors of animalistic origins, tell us to live healthy, breed and raise offspring, and do our best for the population to survive. But I’m not just an animal and I don’t want to be ruled by instinct and emotion and chemicals. Maybe I’m just a fighter, and I’m making more trouble, but I’d rather by myself the way I am, any day. I don’t know one thing I could change about my born characteristics, except maybe to have naturally straight hair. I’m sure that when I’m ready, I might be able to choose to make the decision to have children, and to raise them until they’ve become grown and gone to college and pop their own kids. I favor adoption, though, because it’s much less pain and you can help someone get out of the system. However, maybe one day, I’ll think of birth as a good thing.
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