Bonjour everyone! This is the blog of, well really anything. I can't tell you what it's about because... even I don't know. But I do know this much. I could write about anything, and nothing. Take that any way you want to. So go ahead, explore!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

To My Friend at "Something About the Sunset"

This post is mainly for you. I finally realized today the utter truth in your words, there really honestly is something about the sunset that is truly amazing in every way. It's breath taking, it's as if the sun is saying "Good-bye, I'll see you tomorrow morning" as it takes away the day and replaces it with night. It's not particularly happy, but not sad either. It's just..... stupefier, amazing. The sun seems to sink slowly, but really, the world around it is just changing fast. It's getting ready to rest, for nighttime. That's how I think of it. It's like something dying, going to sleep, but you are reassured by the moon that it'll come back. Now I have one question for you friend, is there something about the sunrise? ;)

It's Raining

A couple things I recently found out about crying that I'd like to share with you (Don't ask how I found out about this, I'd rather not answer)
1. Tears are unspoken words.
2. If they really ARE I talk a lot.
3. Crying sucks.
4. After you are done crying about whatever you were crying about, and you look in the mirror, you start crying again.
5. Happy tears are WAY better.
6. Once you have been crying for a while, happy or sad, anything can make you start crying again.
7. When you are crying, and after you have stopped, you feel fragile, as if any though, word, or action could break you.
8. Sometimes you cry, but you don't have a reason to, you just do, even when it doesn't make sense.

But sometimes, crying is the best way to express emotion, no, it doesn't mean you are emo, but it's better than words. I personally think that words are the worst ways to express emotion, but they sometimes can be the best, when chosen carefully, like in a poem. Oh, and yeah, I did get this from a personal experience, but I almost NEVER cry, only when I was little, and when something is really really really bothering me, and this was one of these times, but it's not really a regular thing for me to cry, so I'm not emo. Just wanted to make sure you understood that :)

Friday, March 19, 2010

I Wonder...

Well, actualy I wonder a lot of things. But here are some of the things that I wonder, and I really hope that you will answer. Oh, and these are only about other people, not about the really important stuff like global warming and shark hunting.... like I said.... I wonder about a LOT of things.
1. If you look forward to read other people's posts as much as I do. (Ehem, me.)
2. What kinda of animal a person would be, and why.
3. If people get extreamly happy whenever they hear there favorite song. (Like me)
4. If people like to stick there heads out of car windows while music is playong REALLY LOUD to feel the cool air in there face and hair, unless you are bald. (Again, me.)(No, I'm not bald.)
5. If people like to sing out loud even though they could be completely off tune. (Do I really have to answer that?)
6. What a persons favorite day/night would be (I'll tell you mine later..... maybe.)
7. Please explain your very own world, a perfect world, just for you, because I KNOW you have one.

I actually have a lot more that I wonder about (I'd say I wonder/ day dream about 75% of my day..... maybe more) but if you'd like to add anything, you are welcome to. And what is the point of this post, you may ask? Well, just by hearing your comments on my posts doesn't really help me figure out more about yourself, so really this was to help me determain what you are really like, and if you'd like to ask me any questions, feel free.~ (No, I'm not some kind of stalker, I just want to learn about what kind of people read my stuff, and it's not like if I don't like what you put, I'm gonna say NO YOU CAN'T READ MY BLOG ANYMORE! nah, I won't do that.)

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


I saw a flower today, it was ugly, if that's possible. Then I saw some kid step on it. I got mad, dunno WHY but I did and started to yell at the kid for stepping on such a beautiful creation. My own words took form as they spoke, as if I really didn't know what they ment until they really sunk in. The kid was probably as shocked as I, especially because he could tell I don't like to yell at people, unless I'm really mad. He recovered, and said " Whaddya mean ' Beautiful '? That thing was U-G-L-Y." And he walked away. The more I looked at that single flower, the more I realized the lie he just said. It really was beautiful, but in it's own way. It was kinda de-formed now, but like anyone, or anything, it had something truly wonderful that only this crushed flower had. I guess the reason I'm saying this is to teach you that even though it may not seem like it, everyone is different, and everyone is beautiful. You just have to look a little harder, no matter what it takes. Like, it may take you years to figure out something like that about someone, but it's worth it. It's also not what a person looks like, no way, it's about what a person says, does, and thinks like. Like I said, it may take a while, but trust me, you'll thank me later. Or.... maybe not.

P.S. It didn't realy look like this :)


Like the new background? Well it really doesn't matter what you think, because I like it, and I think I'll keep it for a little while.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Just kidding. Just for my friends who told me not to stop posting, I'll stay on Warm Summers Cold Winters, and I just want to let them know, they are my inspiration, because of what they did. Merci, thank you, gracias, obrigado, grazie, danke, and well that's all of the languages my translater has, but I think you get the point. Oh, and for all of you people out there who thought that i was never going to quit W.S.C.W, you were wrong. And you were also wrong to accuse me of such a thing, because if you REALLY read and understood some of the things on my blog, you would know that I would never do that.

- Your friend, Sharkie.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


Ok, guys, I'm gonna quit blogging. So this will be the last post of Warm Summers Cold Winters, and as much as I love to post, I just don't feel like anyone is really listenting and getting my words. They are supposed to have some meaning in them, but I don't think my amazing followers want to know them, so what's the point? I'm not mad, not at ALL! But I just think I know when my efforts aren't working. I might do another blog, but I won't tell you about it, you'll have to find it. I will always be Sharkie and I will always belive in every word I ever said on this blog, It's all true.

Au revoir,

P.s. To all of the people who read W.S.C.W. THANK YOU! :)

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Which one are you?

"Dr. Grant - I have a theory that there are two kinds of boys. There are those that want to be astronomers, and those that want to be astronauts. The astronomer, or the paleontologist, gets to study these amazing things from a place of complete safety.
Erik -But then you never get to go into space.
Dr Grant -Exactly. That's the difference between imagining and seeing: to be able to touch them."
- Jurassic park III (3)~

I just finished watching this movie, I think it's my favorite out of the three, and if you haven't watched any of them, drive yourself down to Blockbuster and have a movie marathon. This is my favorite quote from it, and no, I didn't recite this from heart, I had to google it, I just knew that it had to do something with space, and two different kinds of jobs that have to do with it. Oh, and I have a question. People say "Rawr" means I love you in dinosaur, but I say "Rawr" when I'm mad. So what does it really mean? Because I'm pretty sure when someone does something to me that makes me want to strangle the person that did it to me, I'm almost positive that I'm not saying "I love you." but that's only MY opinion.

P.S. I think I'm an astrononaunt.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Why Can't I Stop Posting?

This is Why I Love Graffiti.

Monday, March 1, 2010


When I find my friend, we will search for this one tree, and have a picnic right below it.

In My Hands

All of the love in the world can fit on my hands, that's sad.