Anonymous asked: Oh not your stories your posts... Sorry.
Well thanks. I feel loved. Jkjk.
You can read some of my stuff at hello-thisisme-andallmyglory.tumblr.com ;)
i-loveyouido asked: I like your stories :)
Thank you :) how did you read them? :O
Brownies
Okay, so for those people who haven’t read Spiderwick or just don’t know what they are- brownies are little creatures that live in your house and will help you with chores and little things. They also have a bit of a tendency to cause mischief and, if you upset them, wreak havoc. And I’m pretty sure I have one in my room.
Now, before you say anything, I would like to present my evidence. First off, I have a book shelf in my room entirely dedicated to housing my DVDs. On the far left is my Eragon DVD which WAS flipped right-side up but one day i just noticed it was upside-down. I really don’t know how this happened, I interrogated my brothers about it and they both denied any association so I count that as evidence #1.
#2 would be my little bucket of cotton candy I got for Christmas last year. I don’t really remember who gave it to me, but I got a little case of vanilla cotton candy and I was slowly eating it so there wasn’t much gone. One day I noticed that my “barely eaten” case of cotton candy was barely filled now. I once again interrogated my brothers but they both denied eating it. So now I count this as evidence as well.
Evidence #3 would be the boX of matches that went mysteriously missing for a time. I brought up the completely full boX so I could light my candle and I put it on my dresser. Then I came back later and looked in the boX and all of the matches were gone. Later I asked my little brother if he took it and he said he never did. A couple week later I opened the boX again and three matches had quietly returned. I have no idea who did this or how it happened.
Evidence #4 my actual candle. It had reached the point where is was almost completely used up. I don’t remember blowing it out myself so it must have just ran out of fuel. I left it alone until I noticed several days later that the waX around the wick had been scraped at and dug up and the actual wick had disappeared. I don;t know who did this or who would want to. My only thought was that it was a brownie.
Those are my biggest pieces of evidence of a brownie. There are some other smaller things like one of my black feather earrings I wore to prom last year is missing. I look all around and couldn’t find it. Feathers sounds like something a brownie would enjoy so I suspect that one took mine.
Yes, the random mischief is slightly slightly irritating. But having a brownie in my room is kinda awesome. Even if it is not actually a small girl selling cookies or a yummy chocolate dessert. It’s still kinda awesome.
Living in the Dark
So you know how it takes a moment for light and sound to travel to your eyes and ears? It means that not everything we see happening is actually happening at that very instant. Everything that we sense has already happened, if only microseconds ago. It’s like were eternally living in darkness, never knowing eXactly when something happens to us. It’s only the smallest amount of time difference, but it’s still odd to think it’s already happened, we just didn’t know it.
aslightexaggeration asked: Oh I follow lots of people so that stuff is usually long out of mind
If you say so, dear.
Notes
So, I was scrolling through my past posts and observing how many notes each had. There were some that said they had no notes when I distinctly remember them having some before. But mostly I had posts that said they had notes but when I clicked on them it displayed none, or fewer than it said. Among these was a picture I took earlier this month. Tumblr tells me it has 24 notes, but it shows me NONE. It’s quite irksome as 24 is a pretty good number to get on something original and in such a short time. But I think the MOST irksome post I have with screwy notes is one called “Eaten Alive” which is an original piece of poetry that I wrote for an English project. It has ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN NOTES. Yes, the poem that I wrote has 116 notes. The poem that I liked the least of all the ones I wrote has more notes than anything else on my blog. And do you know what sucks the most? It doesn’t show a single one. So I just wonder if Tumblr spits out random note numbers to mess with my head or I am just that cool and Tumblr doesn’t want me to know it. Honestly. Anyone else have this problem?
