Riding with a Horse on the Road

You'll love riding with a horse on the road! Its fun! Trailoring them behind you provokes many peoples curiosity and as a moth to flame, a horse and its trailer draws the idiots to it.

People love talking to you:

They are always like "oh wow is that a horse?" to which you respond, "no just a very short giraffe"
then they get all confused
I have sadly had that situation before
They gave me the oddest looks after that as if to say, "Giraffes look like that? How odd, I always watch the discovery channel and never see it on there. Is it a new species?"
"Um yes, its called the 'Youesa Retardis' its a very special breed"
"OooOoh....hun get a picture!"


I had one person petting hmy horse through the bars while I was paying for gas and I was in a funny mood so when I came out I told the lady, "Watch out. Shes an attack horse. Very vicious." and they got all scared and were all "wow, she must be really good with her job being so big and all"
I just shook my head


To which me and my friend go to laughing, thinking of others ways to freak out the idiots out there:

Friend: "Careful! Shes RABID!!"

Me: LOL
just get her to eat some cream before hand
lol

Friend: lol "sure you can pet her, she LOVES the taste of human flesh"

Me: hehe
"careful, when she gets that look in her eyes you never know what shes thinking......OH GOD DONT LOOK HER IN THE EYES!"
*ducks down*
Friend: LMFAO
we are going to get arrested


Ah yes, Good Times, Good Times.

~A Complexing Thought of Intricate Patterns~

So I started thinking the other day, to which then formed thoughts and ideas into my head today and since I have had trouble concentrating and am depressed these last couple weeks I will take my wasted time, gather it up and roll it into shape in the form of this blog. Pretty exciting huh? Yeah I didn’t think so either, though the winding of words that spiraled through the vast spaces on this page seemed to intrigue most, especially since most people do not even know what the meaning to these most intricate words are. Of course if you are not of the most complicated or inexorably motivated person you would have given up within the first sentence due to the horribly confusing array of words that are now taking up the space on this page. Some may call this a rant but it is but a sorting. A sorting between those who are able to think outside the box and keep up with the intellect of what most Americans SHOULD be at and those who are what typical Americans are like at this time, very simple. Now for those who are still clinging on for dear life and are actually attempting to understand the ‘sorting’ of a 19 year old girl, just understand this my little fish in the sea, I am not saying anything against the American population as I am also American. Yes I am a mutt of sorts but I am an American citizen and always will be, I am merely stating that we have become lax in our education as well as our manners. We are currently number three in the world for education if I remember correctly and considered one of the most rude countries in the world. Now I would also like to point out to you English teachers or enthusiasts that yes I am not always using proper sentence usage and punctuation but that is merely because this is my blog and quite frankly I do not feel like taking the time to fix that. I am letting the thoughts flow out of my head as I write this and any stopping for punctuation may interrupt my thoughts and leave me lifeless to the things in my head. The vault will close, do not pass go, do not collect $200 and you will be left with no climax and no conclusion. An English enthusiasts worst nightmare.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you. Now I did leave out the last four words because I would very warily ask you to identify the culprit who was honestly intelligent enough to be able to know and say this paragraph. Then again when you know who it is you lose a tad bit of respect because you know he himself did not think it up and that every word was most likely looked up. It is still amazing to me as I did not know there were that many V words in the dictionary.

I was intrigued the other day with thought about people and depression, especially since I know I have depression all the time. See I am depressed but that’s just something I know I cannot help on my own. I am depressed but I don’t really let it effect me. I do not mope around and tell myself that life sucks and I should kill myself, etc. I am depressed but I always say, “ok, your depressed. So what? Move on with your life, its not going to stop because your unhappy.” This brings me to a very important quote by Helen Keller “When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that had been opened for us.” It is very true that we are so stuck in what is making us unhappy that even if the situation improves we always are stuck on what happened. We are unable to accept that we have a new path that has been made for us, well paved and free of snaring bushes and thorns. Along the way we may stumble on a rock or a root but we always find a way to brush ourselves off and keep going.