Poem #1

This is my favorite poem I've probably ever written, yet, like I told Emma (sliver flowers) it's the one that makes the least sense. Well, to a stranger it is. Mwahaha.

The Dog that Got Away
The Dog that got away
was never really here
It used me
Sucked me dry
So now I watch that green cactus
Turn brown in the Fall
Because plants don't have feelings
Like my step-father told me that
Cats have nine lives
Like when the tight-rope man
Faced his fears and crossed
Crossed into heaven
But was denied passage
Because of the clutter in his closet
His closet made of painted gold
As fake as your
Happiness
It shimmers on and on
Dimming slightly as each year passes
Until the plants
Take over your eyes
With their pretty Leaves
Their frangrant flowers
And control your thoughts
Until they spiralinto maniacal laughter
Killing, Killing
Slaying, Slaying
All the brown cacti
Until they become green again
Like the Dog that never really got away

To Kill A Mockingbird

So, in high school they're all about making you read the "classics". Our latest one wasn't bad, but who decides that these are the greatest works of literature? One of the "great classics" we had to read was Great Expectations. If any book will put you to sleep, it's that one. I didn't like it at all and thought the writing wasn't too great. There were choppy sentences and paragraphs and paragraphs of description about random things, like a basket or something. Why, dear God why? I'm so tired of english class.
Plus, they ask you to analyze every single thing.
"What did Joseph putting his feet in the creek symbolize?"
"That his feet were dirty?"
You just want to shove the book in their face and scream, "WHAT IF THE AUTHOR WAS BEING LITERAL!?!?"
There is not a deeper meaning for everything.
Or is there? Mwahahaha.
PS You know when a doctor is like, "we have to stop the patient's brains from falling out stat!" What does stat mean?

Waiting

I'm waiting for something exciting to happen in my life.
I know, I know, you have to "take the bull by the horns" and all that.
I can't do everything though can I?
I have a check list I've decided to try to do soon in the future.
Since I have no real time limit set on it, I will most definitely not get most of it done.
-Finish the story I've been writing
-Make a best friend
-Get good grades in all my classes
-Get a boyfriend
-Find the perfect gum flavor
-Get a pet
-Move out
-Get a car
Exciting, huh?

The Epiphany

Today I didn't do anything practically but watch TV.
It hit me that this is usually how I spend my weekends.
How depressing.
I've been writing a story but I have no idea if it's any good.
Hopefully I can get some advice on it from a friend.
One who will truthfully tell me whether it sucks or not, even if I don't like what they tell me.
I need motivation to keep writing it though.
I have no motivation to do anything in my life it seems.
I'm not in any clubs.
I'm not in any sports.
I procrastinate on everything I can.
I don't even have motivation on something I supposedly like to do;writing.
I wish I wasn't such an unmotivated person.
Bleh.

Hello Bloggers

I don't really know what I'm going to do with this.
I'm not really a blogging person I suppose.
I'm not a talkative person really.
Maybe I can be talkative when I'm not having to come up with something on the spot like in face-to-face conversation.
I pretty much just made this acount so I could follow a friend's blog.
Maybe I'll actually utilize this thing.
Crazy, huh?
Good night.

PS I got a new t-shirt today and it smells like onions.
I hate onions.