Ok, so I actually have more to write, and poetry if you care to read it. I've been looking at eyepatches because the surgery my brother had was on his eye and he will be needing to wear one. So I was texting one of my friends just recently about this girl who was texting her boyfriend and flirting with him. I told her that wasn't cool, and her reply? "I mean I stole him from her a year and a half ago. Fair and square like. :)" I love my friends. Anywho, poetry.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I have a crush,
but not on you.
And the next one...
I'm in love, and I won't tell who.
I'm in love, but it's sure not with you!
Like I said, I'm not good with romantic poetry. This next one is kind of serious, though.
He says he's got his own cigarettes
excited as Barbie with a new corvette
All I wanna say
is you're smoking your life away
I want to look in his gorgeous eyes
Already touched with pain, hurt, and lies
And ask why you're smoking your life away?
I could just stop and stare
But I don't wanna look through smokey air
He says he's got his own weed
His mouth smiles but I see his eyes plead
All I wanna say
is you're smoking your life away
Does it help you cope, help your brain fry?
Or does it just make it easier to lay down and die?
I have to ask, why are you smoking your life away?
Your eyes are glossed with a dopey sheen
As you look back through your smokescreen.
It sort of ends abruptly, so maybe it's not done. Anywho, smoking doesn't really bother me, I was just worried when I wrote it. I tend to worry frequently.
Among these designer eyepatches are not only rainbow patches, but also dinosaur patches. I think I may need to get some.
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I So Totally Went to That Prom
So... Um... I WENT TO PROM AND IT WAS AWESOME! Thought I'd clear that up, and more on prom later.
"I feel terrible when I let you down. And I let you down every single time, so maybe you ought to suck it up." Thanks to A Softer World (another one of those webcomics I read) for that quote.
You can't let other people decide whether or not you have a good day. You can't depend on other people for your happiness. You have to let it go and make the most of what you have, no matter what it is. And when you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose, so go for it, whatever it is. It's scary, but you have to let go. I'm not saying that if you're hurt, you have no reason to feel the way you feel. By all means, feel whatever it is that you need to feel. But once you realize that it was a while ago, and yes it was a big deal, whatever you did about it has been done. Even if you just cried about it or wrote some really awful emo poetry, it happened. Give it up and move on.
Everyone has a friend (or should) who listens to all the music no one has heard of, hears the popular songs right before they become popular, and always knows what bands you're talking about. (I was just texted saying tomorrow is National Hug Day! Make sure you hug someone!) This, of course, is not me. However, I do have a friend like that, and he is always leaving random mix CD's around my house. They are always stellar; unfortunately, I never know what the bands are or what the songs are called until I get around to asking him.
Ok, so prom was fantastic. I was so worried, and so anxious... I mean, what if I like got barfed on and then died, or velociraptors attacked and no one had a plan but me? That would be disappointing. So I was so relieved when I realized everything was going great and seemed to be staying great. Actually, I was ecstatic. It was so much fun. They didn't even have a theme! They just decorated. And the after-prom was pretty cool. I learned how to play poker. No, scratch that, I learned how to fail miserably at poker. It was still great. Anyways, I just had this little bit of dread and nervousness that comes with forever being disappointed. So not only was I happy because the prom itself was awesome, but because I didn't have any reason to be so nervous! It was nice, the not worrying.
Have fun everyone! More exciting things will be happening, I'm sure.
"I feel terrible when I let you down. And I let you down every single time, so maybe you ought to suck it up." Thanks to A Softer World (another one of those webcomics I read) for that quote.
You can't let other people decide whether or not you have a good day. You can't depend on other people for your happiness. You have to let it go and make the most of what you have, no matter what it is. And when you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose, so go for it, whatever it is. It's scary, but you have to let go. I'm not saying that if you're hurt, you have no reason to feel the way you feel. By all means, feel whatever it is that you need to feel. But once you realize that it was a while ago, and yes it was a big deal, whatever you did about it has been done. Even if you just cried about it or wrote some really awful emo poetry, it happened. Give it up and move on.
Everyone has a friend (or should) who listens to all the music no one has heard of, hears the popular songs right before they become popular, and always knows what bands you're talking about. (I was just texted saying tomorrow is National Hug Day! Make sure you hug someone!) This, of course, is not me. However, I do have a friend like that, and he is always leaving random mix CD's around my house. They are always stellar; unfortunately, I never know what the bands are or what the songs are called until I get around to asking him.
Ok, so prom was fantastic. I was so worried, and so anxious... I mean, what if I like got barfed on and then died, or velociraptors attacked and no one had a plan but me? That would be disappointing. So I was so relieved when I realized everything was going great and seemed to be staying great. Actually, I was ecstatic. It was so much fun. They didn't even have a theme! They just decorated. And the after-prom was pretty cool. I learned how to play poker. No, scratch that, I learned how to fail miserably at poker. It was still great. Anyways, I just had this little bit of dread and nervousness that comes with forever being disappointed. So not only was I happy because the prom itself was awesome, but because I didn't have any reason to be so nervous! It was nice, the not worrying.
Have fun everyone! More exciting things will be happening, I'm sure.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Every Pessimist Was Once an Optimist
Imagine standing up in front of your judgmental peers and an almost-as-judgmental judge and trying to put emotion into words you've only read yesterday. Or, try telling the same audience all about a topic you have had thirty minutes to think about and you very likely don't know anything about it either. That is what I will be doing tomorrow!
As uncomfortable as the situation sounds, I am excited. I have a speech tournament tomorrow and I haven't been to any this year! This means I have to be at school at 5 A.M. But I'll be doing poetry and extemp at this tournament and I hope it will be fun.
Truly, I admire optimistic people. I have slowly become more and more pessimistic, though, and it is a little disconcerting. You have all of these expectations of the world, and as you get older, more and more of them disappear because you've already been let down. Despite this seemingly depressing outlook on life, I still entertain a little moment of hopeful amusement where I think school might not be insanely freaking boring.
As uncomfortable as the situation sounds, I am excited. I have a speech tournament tomorrow and I haven't been to any this year! This means I have to be at school at 5 A.M. But I'll be doing poetry and extemp at this tournament and I hope it will be fun.
Truly, I admire optimistic people. I have slowly become more and more pessimistic, though, and it is a little disconcerting. You have all of these expectations of the world, and as you get older, more and more of them disappear because you've already been let down. Despite this seemingly depressing outlook on life, I still entertain a little moment of hopeful amusement where I think school might not be insanely freaking boring.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Blink of an Eye
So much has happened since New Year's that I am not even going to try to summarize. There were lots of band-related developments, of course, and I even ended up having a trumpet solo in jazz band. I don't even play the trumpet! At least not well, by my standards. But I managed to not only NOT fail fantastically at said solo, but I did pretty well I think.
Well, in honor of this being February, I have a little poem. It goes like this:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a crush
But not on you!
I'm not a big fan of mushy poetry. I mean, I think it is really cute, but I can never write it. I start out really sweet and romantic but I end up writing something derogatory or otherwise insulting. It can be really funny, but it makes for poor Valentine poetry.
Well, in honor of this being February, I have a little poem. It goes like this:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a crush
But not on you!
I'm not a big fan of mushy poetry. I mean, I think it is really cute, but I can never write it. I start out really sweet and romantic but I end up writing something derogatory or otherwise insulting. It can be really funny, but it makes for poor Valentine poetry.
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