I'm an Odd Guy

People who know me tend to know that I'm a bit different. Some people think it's delightful and think I'm fun to be around. Others, like my older brother, think it makes me annoying, but I'm not just odd in my mannerisms, but I'm weird physically. I'm pretty sure I received just about every recessive gene I could've possibly gotten from my parents.
1. I'm allergic to milk.
It's really not as bad as people think. I grew up without being able to have it, so I don't often care. I had a kid tell me that he'd kill himself if he couldn't have chocolate milk. For one, that's a tad excessive, and two, rice milk tastes a lot better than regular milk anyway (I tried a glass of cow's milk once and I thought it was gross. The stomach issues later on weren't pleasant either...). My one weakness are Cheese-Its. I made the mistake of trying a few and I realized that they are incredibly delicious and now I'm always tempted to eat them whenever they're around. I always have to debate on whether the pain will be worth it later on.
2. I was born with eleven fingers.
Now, before you ask, I don't have it still. It was just a flap of skin with a finger nail on it, but it's still pretty cool. I still have a nub where it used to be, but I don't tend to think about it. I can technically say I've had an amputation too.
3. I'm a ginger.
Only one of my parents is red headed, and I'm the only child out of six to have full on red hair. My little sister is strawberry blonde, but that's as close as anyone comes. I often get told that I don't have a soul. It's especially ironic when Atheists tell me this since they don't believe anyone has a soul. All I can say is that if I didn't have a soul, then I wouldn't be planning on becoming a Benedictine monk in the next two years, and if I don't have a soul, then that doesn't mean that I can't care about the people who do.
4. I have green eyes that fluctuate between shades.
Neither of my parents have green eyes and all of my siblings have blue (The same as each of my parents). I've had people look into my eyes and say it was like I was staring into their soul (Probably because of the hair as well). I've had people compliment me on my eyes and get freaked out when they looked at them. One time I looked in the mirror and they were solid grey. I got a little freaked out by that.
5. I'm left handed.
Only one in ten people are left handed and both of my parents are right handed. This always comes in handy when playing tennis for my school because half way through the set, the other doubles team will be like, "Oh! He's left handed!" and realize why I'm always hitting forehands.

That concludes a brief summary of my weirdness. Have a lovely day.
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk

An update to this post, I have now discovered that I more than likely have Tourette syndrome. It just keeps on adding up.

If Death Found You

I dreamed I died

Late last night

I dreamed you cried

Upon the sight

Tell me, would you cry

Upon my death?

Would you sigh

With my last breath?

Tell me, would you scream

And hurt and fuss?

Would you dream,

And dream of us?

Would you weep

As they lowered me down

Way down deep

Beneath the ground

I ask you this

For I wish you knew

I'd do all this

If death found you

By, Ginger Monk

Dominus Vobiscum

I Hate Math

I really truly hate this math

This absurd arithmetic

You may as well drop me in a bath

Filled with lice and flees and tics

They make me do all kinds of things

Like add, subtract, divide

They say that it's the class of kings

But it's a thorn deep in my side

I really truly hate this class

This berserk, psychotic hell

I'll bet you I won't even pass

I certainly won't do well...

Written by, Ginger Monk

Dominus Vobiscum, and have a lovely day

Photo Credited to, http://gallery.mobile9.com/f/2992459/

Pet Peaves

Alright, we all have things that we can't stand and drive us absolutely crazy. It's just a part of life and part of who we are as people. This is a list of the top 5 things that drive me absolutely crazy. They aren't really in any specific order.
1. Poor spelling and grammar.
Ok, I'm not a grammar expert, but at least I know the basics. If you don't know the difference between things like to, too and two, or there, their and they're, then you should probably get some help. Apostrophes are ridiculous as well. Why does no one know how to properly use an apostrophe? It's nuts.
2. When people say they don't read books.
You may as well be labeling yourself as an idiot. There are so many different book genres out there that I don't see how it's possible to get away with saying that books are boring. Sorry to any of you reading this who fall under this category, but seriously, you could find a book you like if you'd try.
3. Poor table manners.
If you're one of those people who eats like Mr.Fox and ends up getting crumbs everywhere, spills their drink at least once and ends up with stains all over their shirt, then please, for the sake of those dining with you, get some lessons on etiquette. It's just really gross and unbecoming when someone doesn't know how to eat in an organized, civilized manner.
4. When people obsess over celebrities.
So, you don't know this person, they don't know you even exist, they probably don't even care, but you are apparently "in love" with them... This is very prevalent in people who fall under the categories of "Beliebers" and those with the "1 Direction Infection." Seriously, the odds of you marrying any of them is less than the odds of winning the Power Ball Lottery.
5. When people get mad at or make fun of people with special needs.
Seriously, is your own self-esteem so low that you have to pick on someone who can't help the way they are? If someone is born with a disability, then they can't help it. It's not their fault. Grow some compassion in that calloused heart of stone and BE NICE!

That concludes my list of of pet peaves. What are yours? Leave them in the comments and feel free to check out the rest of my blog.
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk

Paranoid

I don't like mirrors. Mirrors, in all honesty, make me nervous. Like something is going to suddenly appear behind me if I look away for even a second and look back. When I was in elementary school, I was always afraid that something might actually come out of the mirror and try to kill me like the story of Bloody Mary. A fellow classmate told me that tale in 1st grade and I didn't sleep properly for months. Any time I went to bed, I had to wrap the blanket completely around my head and tuck it in tightly around my body because, for whatever reason, it made me feel safer. Like the ghosts would appear and be like, "Aww, crap. He's wrapped up in a blanket..." I was scared to even go into the bathroom alone, so I would bring my dachshund in with me. I already had a severe fear of the dark, and this just added to it. Thanks for nothing, Chancey (Yes, I had a classmate named Chancey, and he was a GUY...) .
To this day, almost any time I go into the bathroom, I look behind the shower curtain for a serial killer or something of the like. I still have no idea what I'd do if I ever found one. Maybe scream and do my best to open the door I'd just locked behind myself as fast as I can before he/she/it pounces on me and slits my throat? I don't know. That's the best plan I've got. There's really nothing lethal within reach of the shower in my bathroom besides the toiled plunger, which besides being extremely germy and disgusting, isn't really a weapon.
Then there's the problem that I tend to leave the shower curtain pulled away from the wall a little bit so that you can see into the shower through a sliver of open space, and my mirror is perfectly placed so that the open space is right in my peripheral vision if I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I always have to keep flicking my eyes over to the crack to make sure some creepy dude with a big, crooked toothed grin like Fred from the Freaky Fred episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog isn't staring maliciously through it at me.
I guess I'm just a super paranoid person when it comes down to it. Do you have a similar situation? Leave a comment and let me know.
Dominus Vobiscum, Ginger Monk

P.S.-This is Fred. May he haunt your dreams forever.

Photo Credited to, http://courage.wikia.com/wiki/Fred

Insomniac

I don't really understand how people sleep at night... Lately, I haven't been able to get to bed until around 1 or 2 in the morning, and sometimes later. Could it be that I've become such a hardcore procrastinator that I even put off sleeping, one of my favorite activities, until the last minute? Seriously, is that possible?
Maybe it's because I don't want to go to the soul sucking hell that is my high school that I know I have to attend in the morning. Between pre-calculus and the number of people openly bashing and mocking my faith, I've just about had it. I get a lot of weird looks when someone uses God's name in vain and I openly make the sign of the cross when I hear it, and any time I look at my pre-calc assignments I can't help but see Gandalf in my head yelling, "You shall not pass!"
Maybe I'm just mutating into a night dweller and I'll end up sleeping during the day and roaming around the streets at night. The sun is quite harmful to me. I am a ginger after all...
It's annoying because even when I'm fighting to stay awake and my eyelids are getting heavy and I'm almost nodding to sleep every 2 seconds, if it isn't past midnight, I find some way to stay awake a while longer.
Well, whatever it is, it's killing me since I'm 16 years old and needing to wake up at 6:30 every day (Including Sundays). The most I get to sleep in anymore is like 7:30 or 8 on Saturdays.
Sorry if I sound like a pretentious, snobby teenager. I just really like to sleep and I can't seem to do that anymore. Any help on how to force myself into bed at a decent time would be lovely.
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk

Can They?

Can they?, by Landon Nethercott

Can the dead speak?

Can the hopeless rise?

Can the souls of the abused

Ever surpass the lies?

Can they raise their voices high?

Shouting out, "ENOUGH!"

Can they release their held back cry

And break their binding cuff?

Can they stand up to their torturers?

Can they break their tearful silence?

Can they testify to their jurors?

Can they sound their unused sirens?

They must if they are to survive

Or they will soon descend

If not then they will be deprived

Until eternities end

Written by, Ginger Monk.

Let me know what you think in the comments.

Photo credited to, 

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/tehranbureau/2010/12/the-iran-34-journalists-in-jail.html

Wish Upon a Star, My Love

Wish upon a star, my love

Wish upon a star above

Perched upon your window sill

The moon so bright, the night so still

Wish for the pain to go away

Wish for the end of your dismay

Staring out into the night

Waiting for the morning light

Wait no more, for I am here

I'll be your angel guardian dear

I'll wipe your tears and hold you tight

And stand to guard you through the night

So wish upon a star, my love

Wish upon a star above

Perched upon your window sill

The moon so bright, the night so still

Written by, Ginger Monk

Let me know what you think in the comments

Photo credited to, http://stupiakboy.blogspot.com/2012/07/tear-to-shed-night-to-spare.html

Blacks and Blues

Blacks and blues

The saddest hues

The colors of a fresh new bruise

The colors of a hurtful past

The colors of always coming last

The colors of hateful, conceited spite

The colors of a lonely night

The shades of angels weeping 'loud

The shades of being lost in the crowd

The shades of demons in our hearts

The shades of not knowing where to start

The hues of bully's words and taunts

The hues of pain that's left to haunt

The hues of those like you and me

The hues of those without a key

Let me know what you think in the comments.

Dominus Vobiscum,

Ginger Monk

Photo credited to, 

http://www.123rf.com/photo_5159683_teenage-girl-siting-against-wall-in-a-depressed-state.html

My Bleeding Heart

My heart is bleeding

Forever broken

All I'm needing

Are the words unspoken

But can you bear

To speak the truth

When in despair

I waste my youth?

Do you care?

Am I alone?

Are you there?

I'm I at home?

The blade is there

So end the start

And finish off

My bleeding heart

Just a sad little poem to brighten your day. In case I forgot to mention, I love writing depressing poetry. If this poem ruined your mood, then I sincerely apologize from the depths of my soul. Let me know what you think in the comments.

Dominus Vobiscum,

Ginger Monk

Photo taken from, http://www.coolchaser.com/graphics/tag/bleeding%20heart

At Hell's Front Door

I stood before the gates of Hell

Their key grasped in my hand

I heard the clanging, blaring bell

While at the door I stand

I placed the key into the lock

And turned it til it clicked

As I listened to my sad lifeś clock

tick and tick and tick

I entered through the iron door

To screams and tortured cries

And when I saw the pain they bore

I could not believe my eyes

I saw flames as high as mountains

Surrounding burning souls

Spewing forth like fountains

To collect their unpaid tolls

An eternity in this torment

Stuck inside this place

Unless for sins I do lament

And give penance to erase

I wake up from my slumber

Shaken to the core

Now among the number

Who've stood at Hell's front door

Written by Ginger Monk

Let me know what you think in the comments.

Photo credited to, http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2009/06/18/100-creepy-hand-picked-horror-wallpapers/