I have this new candy that I got for Easter. I have lately been experimenting with all the different types of candy together and getting different tastes. But there is this one brand that just tastes horrible. The texture is what makes me love them though.

Each of these milk covered rabbits has the same texture, feel, and size of a rock. When I dump a whole package into my mouth, it is like I am able to just but this mass and weight in my mouth. I am like Audry Hepburn in My Fair Lady, just trying to overcome a natural born obsticle by placing marbles into her mouth and properly annunciating. However, this is not the same. There is no true mission to acomplish with my injestion of these horrible candies. I just like the feel the simulation of this burden in my mouth, this sense of weight. I just shift the little stones around until finally the tension is too much, and with a quick swollow it is all over. The candies are gone and my mouth is empty. The sensation sends a mix of reactions after that. Without the extra burden, the mouth is hollow, alone. The burden was able to occupy it so much, it didn't realize that much of the time, it is completely empty. But having the disgusting candies away from me was also better. No weird taste left.

I sorta wish I could swollow away difficult issues. Sure, it wouldn't be nice to have nothing of it afterwards, but it would better that way, without the burden.

I know I am crazy, but I didn't realize I was this crazy. I had once again failed to get any metals in Science Olympiad because of stupid reasons. The auditorium experience itself was stupid. We were given glowsticks and yet the room was still so light. People would cheer and holler and recieve their awards. I went home depressed. In the car, I decided to pour some of the glow from the glowstick onto my hands and try to rave. I got home and into the bathroom to cut open the stick.

The Instant it was cut open, some splattered into the sink. It was amasing, the green slop in bits and pieces around the smooth and white sink. The sink's interior itself was like small, green, beautiful stars ran wild against the white space by a 15 year old god. It was at this point that I decided to do it.

Ripping the edges of the glowstick away at the seems, I shuck my hands violentally in every direction. The green magic shifted and explored all the parts of my bathroom. The solid blue walls, the sparkling floor, the shower, everything glittered with green glory. My face, my hair, and my new jacket all shone in the empty bathroom. I looked up, and down and in the mirror, and finally decided to just sit on the ground and wonder.

I wondered if that is what a god felt like. I had become the god of my bathroom, decorating it with the stars, controling the universe. There was nothing else to be done except look. I just sat there and gazed at my masterpiece until my twin realized what I had just done. He assured me that my parents would kill me. Then and now, I really don't care. He is right, but it was completely worth it. I got to rule my domain and watch the beautiful world I had set forth.

I decided to go into my back yard and burry the Wishbone from our Turkey. My mother always made my brother and I come to her at different times after breaking it to say who got the wish. She would always tell both of us that we got the wish, even if we had the smaller piece. This was so that Frasier and I would not fight obsessively over it. This way, both would be happy instead of one happy and the other in despair. It was a false happiness though. I now find this mean and stupid. Why could she not toughen up and help us by mimicing the real world? Sometimes one does not get their wish, and others do. I made it so that neither of us would get the wish. Isn't that a better world anyway? If there was nothing to argue and fight about, nobody would be upset. But nobody would be happy either.