Cover of Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye
one of the best books I've read
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Braces
I should have blogged about this earlier but IM GETTING MY BRACES OFF TOMORROW!!!! Yes, finally after 3 years and 18 days these awful things are coming OFF! No more wires accept for the one behind my bottom teeth as a retainer and no more pokers or elastics! THANK GOD! They told me two years but my teeth were fucked up. What is stupid though is that before i had braces i didnt have cavities or nothing and i didnt brush my teeth very much and once i got them and started brushing alot i got 2 im like wtf? hat i can't wait for is to beable to floss my teeth like a normal human being, im serious, u have to basically put floss on this plastic needle and put it under the wires and floss that way and it takes forever and its awkward! But YAY!!!! ^_^ i cant frickin wait!
Monday, December 8, 2008
I go up and down the stairs a million times a day,
and every day, every time I look at your door.
I know your not there, yet I cannot look away.
I miss you more and more, and every time I look at that door,
it makes me want to cry.
You are gone now, home to stay.
Maybe a visit but who knows.
You invade my dreams still, even though you are gone.
I loved you but realized too late,
crying every night for my mistake.
Bliss turns to sorrow as love goes on.
As the door stands open, I almost go to your room,
though I know your not there.
Then I turn back and go up to my room.
Hoping the roommate does not come back.
Sitting here and mourning while staring at the screen,
tears puddle on my desk, like they have a many times like this.
I know it would not work between us but I never less wanted to try
but now you are taken
and so am I.
this is a true story i wrote this as it was happening. yes Mel this one is about Shane.
and every day, every time I look at your door.
I know your not there, yet I cannot look away.
I miss you more and more, and every time I look at that door,
it makes me want to cry.
You are gone now, home to stay.
Maybe a visit but who knows.
You invade my dreams still, even though you are gone.
I loved you but realized too late,
crying every night for my mistake.
Bliss turns to sorrow as love goes on.
As the door stands open, I almost go to your room,
though I know your not there.
Then I turn back and go up to my room.
Hoping the roommate does not come back.
Sitting here and mourning while staring at the screen,
tears puddle on my desk, like they have a many times like this.
I know it would not work between us but I never less wanted to try
but now you are taken
and so am I.
this is a true story i wrote this as it was happening. yes Mel this one is about Shane.
They say to hold onto your dreams
Because they give you something to live for.
But what if your dreams are ruined or impossible?
What is there to live for?
It makes me smile when I see you
Then I realize I can’t hold you...
I realize this seems unfinished but im not in the mood to finish it so take as it is.
Because they give you something to live for.
But what if your dreams are ruined or impossible?
What is there to live for?
It makes me smile when I see you
Then I realize I can’t hold you...
I realize this seems unfinished but im not in the mood to finish it so take as it is.
Exquisite Corpse [chicken]
They say I have ADD but I don't...OMG look a chicken!
I had a big red hat, with a bright green body.
And blue shoes.
James ate a chicken.
He loved chicken and soup. The whole chicken was his favourite part.
Because nothing was left out of
The stuffing from the turkey on thanksgiving.
Yeah, the person who wrote this must look like stuffing.
I love chicken and stuffing!
Chicken is my favourite meal.
I eat it everyday.
Get cut at the neck.
Runs around aimlessly.
Especially with its head chopped off.
Sweet chicken nuggets.
I had a big red hat, with a bright green body.
And blue shoes.
James ate a chicken.
He loved chicken and soup. The whole chicken was his favourite part.
Because nothing was left out of
The stuffing from the turkey on thanksgiving.
Yeah, the person who wrote this must look like stuffing.
I love chicken and stuffing!
Chicken is my favourite meal.
I eat it everyday.
Get cut at the neck.
Runs around aimlessly.
Especially with its head chopped off.
Sweet chicken nuggets.
With honey mustard dip.
And sweet and sour sauce.
As u can prolly tell i like kitties! Well actually i like all animals, well most, not a big fan of the poisoinous or deadly ones or the ones that could eat you. I have two cats at home and i miss them very much, im so glad its finals and i can go see them. I have a long hair calico named Gremlin (Grimmy for short) and my cat who i legally own Sparkles (Sparks among other names) she is a silver grey tabby and she is my baby, my mom claims Grimmy but i dont mind bc she is not the sharpest knife in the crayon box. I got Sparks at the ASPCA in Watertown after our other cat Goofy died. :( We had another cat i made friends with but he stayed outside, his name was Mortimer John (i picked it of course) he got hit by a car though all the boy cats seem to die it sucks. But i miss my kitties and i get to see them soon YAY!
Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
In enriched english 12 I had to memorize this poem and we went over the meaning of it line by line it was fun and iI still kinda know it til this day. I usally don't remember anything I didn't like and i like most of Emily's work.
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
In enriched english 12 I had to memorize this poem and we went over the meaning of it line by line it was fun and iI still kinda know it til this day. I usally don't remember anything I didn't like and i like most of Emily's work.
Friday, December 5, 2008
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