A Look From Behind My Eyes

I have this odd and slightly annoying habit of watching the masses of people I don't personally know as they go about their business. Yes, I sit there alone at a table and gaze out at the swirling chaos of humanity, my music blaring in my headphones and what I'm sure is a rather distant expression in my eyes. And yes, I am aware that this is a weird habit. Moving on.

Though this may sound a little strange to some, it's surprisingly enjoyable. Seriously, give it a try some time. Just sit in your local coffee shop, college campus, or place of your choosing; good, step one is complete. Now let your mind aimlessly wander as you observe the faces so foreign to you that make their way in and out of your line of sight. You never know; that quiet older gentleman playing chess over there might just inspire you. So take note of these beings that coexist in your little corner of the world, and let them move you to create.

I was watching the comings and goings of my fellow college students on campus today. [Technically, I was studying for a big test; however, when one's brain becomes incapable of basic human thought, you know it's time to halt any and all attempts to do anything but sit still and breathe.] So anyway, as I sat back for a few minutes to regain any semblance of sanity I have left, I found myself taking mental note of the vast assortment of people who walk by me each day that I hardly notice.

There's the kid who hardly looks a day over sixteen reclining in a corner with massive headphones clamped on his cranium, partially hidden behind his large laptop that's displaying what are probably his own original graphic designs on the screen.

Just as I'm probably thinking he looks like he hasn't seen sunlight since his early childhood, a girl walks by whose lime-green spiked hair catches my eye. As I glance at her, she sits at a large table with several of her slightly boisterous colleagues, all adorned with various piercings and outfits I never knew existed. And this chain continues.

And, in case you're wondering, I did indeed forget my original goal of studying. Problem numero uno with this creative stimulus.

Now, I'm afraid I must finally seek solace in the sanctity of my dreams. At least until that blasted alarm goes off. Eh, I digress...

Adieu! Parting is such sweet sorrow.

And the Words Keep Flowing...

I realized yesterday how very much I love my creative writing class. We were given an assignment, of course, and upon initial examination it didn't appear a though it would be of any significance or unadulterated enjoyment. Boy, was I wrong.

I wrote feverishly for a day and probably looked more than a little disturbed as I crouched over my laptop, typing as quickly and excitedly as my fingers could manage. All because of a simple assignment. Wow.

Yet, as trivial as it may seem, I did savor every second of that project. Don't ask me why, even I have no clue. But the story just wove itself out of the twisted mesh of suppressed creativity that entangles my mind. And methinks it actually turned out fairly well.

That essay, which was supposed to involve a real person I'm familiar with in a scene I create, ended up being much longer than intended, but I think that's for the best. Here's the first few lines, just to give you an idea of what I'm talking about:

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Melana slowly drifted back from her deep slumber. A cool breeze caressed her skin and blew curly wisps of her long brown hair across her face. With a wistful smile and a content sigh, she opened her eyes and beheld the golden horizon of yet another beautiful morning. She turned and dangled her legs off the high oak limb, her fingers gingerly tracing the grooves and lines of the rough bark. Her smile broadened as she inhaled the crisp, moist scent of the dew-covered grasses below.

...

This is based on my friend (whose name I changed in the essay for the purpose of anonymity) who, as she says, has "a thing for sensing energies." That's cool, I respect that, and it was what inspired this story.

Fare thee well, readers. I look forward to our next exchange. And, again, feel free to comment as you wish. Huzzah!

Response to a Random Question

For those of you who have no idea what this post is and are probably thinking along the lines of "What in the world is this maniac up to today?", there is actually some reasoning behind the topic. I originally asked for one of those enticing questions on my blog's profile and quickly found that it required a rather lengthy answer. Well, surprise; there's only so much room for a response on the profile. So, despite the fact that logic would compel one to either shorten the answer or choose a different question altogether, I chose to instead post my extensive and thorough reply here, where a post that consists of more than 400 characters is permitted, maybe even preferred.

And the randomly selected question is... *drum roll please*

"You're trapped in a well with a goat and a slinky. Describe how you will escape."

(Heh heh.)

The solution is simple, my dear young Padawan.

First, I construct a space age satellite using the versatile slinky, a few strands of goat hair, and one of my shoes. Then, fueling the satellite with some of the goat's nutritious, life-giving milk, I make contact with my colleagues on the planet Quipal. Once contact is established, my allies hastily board their space craft (which is shaped like a massive two-headed turtle) and journey to the well's coordinates, obtained by tracking a microchip that was embedded in my left shoulder the day I was born in anticipation of this very situation. Upon their arrival, the extraterrestrials will attempt to extricate myself and the goat, whose name is Glitter, but fail due to a nearby tapioca pudding spill from a motor vehicle accident involving a rampaging rhinoceros and a tanker truck carrying cargo destined for a pudding and licorice dispensary.

(What is that, you say? You've never heard that the inhabitants of Quipal are weakened by tapioca, which greedily absorbs their life energy and renders them ineffective as rescuers? Disgraceful! Everyone know that.)

Now, where was I? I was momentarily distracted by the blatant display of ignorance... Ah, yes, now I recall. Ahem.

Upon the arrival of the Quipalians' closest allies, a league of ultra intelligent tuna that thrive on dry land and have an insatiable desire to devour tapioca pudding near wells, the dreaded spill is contained and thus the extraterrestrials' power restored. Finally, following the ceremonial giving of ninja figurines to the tuna in thanksgiving for eliminating the terrible threat, my dear old friends once again attempt to rescue both myself and Glitter, my hoofed comrade. This time, the extrication is successful.

Truly, strong in that well the Force is.

From the Featherless Mama Bird

Behold, my precious feather child! Yes, I'm one of those people, who happily spend the majority of their funds purchasing every unnecessary doodad and shiny object that their little one can possibly use. My bank account has been drained, thanks to the little bird you're looking at. Yet, I admit it, I couldn't be happier. She is my baby, after all.

Tee-tee is a white face cockatiel, who enjoys admiring her own startling beauty in various assortments of mirrors, receiving kisses and cuddles from her slave of a mother, and whistling various giggles and squeaky dog toy noises. Granted, the imitations are rather poor and she doesn't often sound like the various objects and people she mimics... but the hilariously pathetic attempts only make the show more entertaining. She is most definitely one of the most pampered creatures of all time... and let me tell you. She savors every second of it.

Why I decided to dedicate this post to my baby, I couldn't tell you. But nonetheless, you do have to admit that she is beyond adorable, no?

Venturing Forth

Greetings, my fellow writers. It is my greatest pleasure to announce that this is, indeed, my first post on my first blog. Ah, what an experience!

For those reading this who are no doubt thinking along the lines of "Who is this strange creature who calls herself 'Rahwyn'? And what kind of literary drivel can I expect from her?" Well, my dear readers, of all the labels you might apply to my blog in the near future, I sincerely hope "humorous" and "fascinatingly odd" are included.

Though I'm absolutely dying to exhaust my writing efforts in explaining every detail about myself and what I hope to accomplish, I do believe I'm going to keep this post short and sweet. I look forward to posting more (and preferably, more interesting) material in the near future. Please feel free to post comments, criticism, or the like.

Huzzah!