Confuzzling Puzzling Stuff

Okay, second post today.

My sickness has taken a turn for the worse... Apparently I have sinus infection and I have to be on anti-bios for a week, and I've got a stomach ache :[ So, I decided to use this time of empty misery to do more blogging.

I thought I'd talk about the name of this blog, Confuzzling Puzzling Stuff (incase you, for some weird reason, didn't know). You see it all started about... I don't know, two weeks ago? Whatever. One day I was chatting with a friend on Gmail and procrastinating my math homework. I just really didn't want to do it. So we were chatting back and forth about nothing in particular, and somehow the conversation lead to snails. I don't really know what was going through my head, so don't ask.
Anyway, I had this thought that snails are weird because they are. Seriously, what's the point of slugs with shells? Maybe they just want to be classy?

:] So snails are confusing. Confusing is like confuzzling. Confuzzling rhymes with puzzling. Confuzzling puzzling snails!!!

And what does the average middle schooler do when she has an idea about confusing snails? Apparently she writes a poem. So I did. Mind you, this is all late at night when I probably should've been sleeping, and I still hadn't done my math homework.

I opened up Google Drive and wrote at the top: CONFUZZLING PUZZLING EDUARDO, because what better name for a snail is there than Eduardo?
This is what followed:

CONFUZZLING, PUZZLING EDUARDO

hello.

i am a snail.

my name is Eduardo.

i am the stuff of dreams.

my shell is the deepest purple u ever saw

i am the brightest green.

the colors catch the eye of any passing artist.

i am a master piece.

my life is short yes.

but i have stories to tell.

i’ve been to france,

and seen the death of my uncle.

i’ve been to maine

and met the queen.

i’ve been home

where i spend my short lived days.

i am the something that

tags along wherever u go.

i have the imagination if a child.

i’ve written 3 books~

the first being the marks in the sand

from where my

egg

sat.

the second being the trail

i made

from here to there and back again.

the third being this.

the recounting of my life.

it’s short and sweet and to the point

is what everyone told me.

but it’s so much more.

i am old, old as can be

although i’m only three.

wrinkles tell the

times i’ve been through.

my lustrous shell

is a dull rosy pink.

am i to die today?

i hope so.

for if i live

all the things i’ve done

won't make a difference.

my life will have been

dreadfully boring.

if i die today,

i will have lived in only

the best of times.

or will my exciting life go on?

i feel as though

it won't,

but who am i

to tell my fate

my future

my feelings

of this life?

i've done so much

yet there’s so much more to do.

but this little

snail mind

cannot take so much of this

confuzzling

puzzling

stuff.

i’d much rather live in this moment

then contemplate the future

for my life is short.

i wouldn’t want to die

thinking about

when im going

to die.

so the moral

of this seemingly useless

bit

of nothing

is

live.

don't think too hard.

just

live.

So yeah... That's the poem I wrote. Pretty philosophically awesome, even if I say so myself. Especially if you think about the circumstances. 

Eventually I did actually get my math homework done XD

I decided that I was just so proud of this that I made it my blog title :] Not that I'm really going to use this blog to talk about stuff that confuzzles me or whatever. I think it's a good name, don't you? Comment to tell me what you thing =:3

~Anupama