Thursday, November 11, 2004

   No school! Happy Veteran's Day!!

Hi everyone! Well, i have no school today. And you know what that means....yep, complete boredom. I woke up at 10:00, which was nice. It feels good to sleep late every once in a while. For the past few hours, i've been playing Need for Speed Underground for my Gamecube. I'm getting pretty far in the game. I should be done with it soon, hopefully. And that is pretty much all im doing. Playing video games, watching Tv, and doing stuff on the internet. *sigh* I need a life. Todays poem is dedicated to everyone who has fought for this country. Here is todays poem: IN MEMORY OF DEPARTED COMRADES Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die in vain as long as my sacrifice is not forgotten. Well, thats it. Talk to ya later!

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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

   I left school early!

Hi everyone. Today was pretty cool. I got to leave school early! The reason for that is because all the juniors got to leave school early to go home and get ready for the Ring Dance tonight. I'm not going to the dance, but since i'm a junior i left. But, im really tired now. I couldnt get a ride home because my mom had to work, so i walked all the way home with my friend Nick. It was really cool. It was a mile or so walk, so Nick and i just talked about stuff. The only problem is that becausde it was a mile walk, i'm really tired and my feet are hurting really bad. Other than that, today was great! ^_^ Oh, and i'm now writting poems again! Yay! *fireworks go off* I havent written any poems in like four years. I put them all on a forum, and showed them to friends, and they all liked them. I will be putting poems on here soon. Todays poem is NOT written by me. Here is todays poem: True Friendship The feeling of friendship from the start Is that special feeling in your heart A feeling from deep down inside A feeling that no one should hide A friend is there through good and bad They make you happy when you're sad they brighten up your darkest day Just by the simple thing's they say Now friendship can't be bought or sold It may get tarnished, and may get old You can over come your greatest fear Just look around and it is there Now friendship's one and only cost Is to make sure that it's never lost Well, thats it. Talk to ya later!

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Thursday, November 4, 2004

   I read my first Manga today!

Hi everyone! Today was soo cool. By a chance of fate, i read my first manga today!! It was Kare Kano. It is soo freaking cool. This is how i got it. I borrowed it from a friend. I was in a study, and my friends manga was just sitting on a table. So, i asked him if i could please read it, and he said yes! I spent the next 3 class periods reading it. ^_^ It was great. I never read a manga before today. And i loved Kare Kano. I hope to someday read more. ^_^ Oh, and my Myotaku is going though a little bit of remodeling. Im trying to make it look really good, but its hard. *sigh* I should be done soon. Here is todays poem: Fear. I fear the vast dimensions of eternity. I fear the gap between the platform and the train. I fear the onset of a murderous campaign. 1 fear the palpitations caused by too much tea. I fear the drawn pistol of a rapparee. I fear the books will not survive the acid rain. I fear the ruler and the blackboard and the cane. I fear the Jabberwock, whatever it might be. I fear the bad decisions of a referee. I fear the only recourse is to plead insane. I fear the implications of a lawyer's fee. I fear the gremlins that have colonized my brain. I fear to read the small print of the guarantee. And what else do I fear? Let me begin again. Thats it. Talk to ya later!

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

   Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween everyone! I love Halloween. Since the moment i woke up today, i have been watching nothing by horror movies. Today, i have watched Halloween and Halloween 2 the movies. I love the movies. They aren't very scary, but they are a very good movies. I'm not going to anything else but watch horror movies today. I dont go trick-or-treating. I just stay home and watch scary movies. Its alright. I love watching the scary movies. I love watching them at night, with all the lights turned off. Its the best thing ever. I'm going to get some tapes out with horror movies on them and stay up late and watch them. Its going to be great. ^_^ Here is todays poem: The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! Thats it. Talk to ya later!

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Saturday, October 30, 2004

   How do you like my spooky changes?

Hi everyone! It's raining outside right now. That really blows because tonight is Mischif Night, and tommorow is Halloween....I really hope it clears up soon. Well, since it is Halloween on Sunday, i thought it would be a great idea to change my blog. How do you like it? I'll keep this up until the election. Here is todays poem: The Tide Rises,the Tide Falls. The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Well, thats it. Talk to ya later.

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Thursday, October 28, 2004

   School takes up way too much of my time.

Hi everyone! School really takes up way too much of my time. Thats the reason why i havent updated my blog in almost a month. Im sorry about that. Some stuff has happened in the weeks since my last post. Let me tell you about some of them. I got my chorus clothes a few weeks ago. I needed black dress pants and black dress shoes because i will be doing shows for my High School, the Middle School, and at City Hall. So, i needed a uniform. And my mom got one. Well, my dad has come up with a surprising idea. He is going to get a second job. We need more money, so he has taken it on himself to get a part time job at a supermarket. This is kinda dumb. My dad has no experience in a supermarket, plus he can barly stay awake after coming home from his 1st job! He is a 55 year old man and he tires easly. I dont know how he is going to pull this off. Oh, and my report cards are coming out soon! I hope i'm doing well. Here is todays poem: Guilty Heart. by:Sasami Android Of all the places I have been Wherever I go, I never win For my heart is filled with guilt Stuck in the cage that I built He walks in quietly I follow him silently His heart hurts so deep Black feelings that creep I was told that I did no wrong I was innocent, not so long I knew that it was not true His anger and grief wasn’t new My feelings are not so plain Every time they should contain The emotions now so familiar Not strange or even peculiar I was to blame for his sorrow The pain that was tomorrow The crystal that was the light Was broken now, pieces bright And scattered everywhere On his soul, oh so unfair And I would call myself a friend False that I turned out in the end Oh, and look for some halloween themed stuff coming soon! Well, thats it. Talk to ya later!

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Wednesday, October 6, 2004

   Today was great!

Hi everyone! Today was a great day. I didnt have any school! ..Well, thats not completely true. Let me explain. Today the junors went on a class trip! We went to Mystic Seaport, which is (i think) the oldest seaport in connecticut. My teachers got a coach bus. And because the ride was an hour and a half both ways, I missed all my classes! We saw The Lord of the rings: the Return of the King on the bus. When we got to the seaport, we went on some of the ships and toured the little town they had. At 11:30, we had lunch. I had a fish and chip basket with a small root beer. At 12:30, we got on the bus and drove home. My teachers put on a VERY old monster movie that didnt interest me. So, i put on my headphones and read good book i brought with me. We got to school with only a minute to get on the bus for home. Today was a really great day. Here's todays poem: The winding road. By:Sasami Android The road It leads not a straight path Rather it goes around Up and down Forward and back Towards our hearts desire No matter where it leads I follow the path Laid before me Visible or not, clear and clouded Nothing will get in my way The road vanishes Obstacles appear Here and there But all mountains Are pebbles at my feet For I keep going Bad times and good High and low Life is too sweet To stop moving Putting your soul Going towards your goal Sometimes together Sometimes alone I keep going When there are no certainties Looking at the sky My fear washes away My steps lighten My trek continues For I can move mountains Cross any streams Swim across oceans Survive any desert My heart is my guide For life is a journey Some are short Others long All end up Leading to the future Well, thats it. Talk to ya later!

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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

   I love DSL!

Hi everyone! I am having such a great day today. I got DSL today!!!! Thats right! There will be no more crappy Dial-up, no more of my mom complaining that she cant make phone calls, and no more phone calls interruping me! It is all because of DSL! I can now go onto the internet, and still make phone calls while i'm surfing the net. And it is soo much faster than Dial up. It use to take about 40 seconds for me to look at a thread on Otakuboards. Now it takes me less then 5 seconds to load the thread. It is really great. Here is todays poem: Thinking in bed. I'm thinking in bed, Cause I can't get out Till I learn how to think What I'm thinking about; What I'm thinking about Is a person to be-- A sort of a person Who feels like me. I might still be Alice, Excepting I'm not. And Snoopy is super, But not when it's hot; I couldn't be Piglet, I don't think I'm Pooh, I know I'm not Daddy And I can't be you. My breakfast is waiting. My clothes are all out, But what was that thing I was thinking about? I'll never get up If I lie here all day; But I still haven't thought, So I'll just have to stay. If I was a Grinch I expect I would know. But I don't think so. There's so many people I don't seem to be-- I guess I'll just have to Get up and be me. Well, thats it! Talk to ya later.

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Saturday, September 11, 2004

   9/11: A tribute to those lost.

Hi everyone. This is a very special post im going to make in my Myotaku. This post is going to be about where i was and how i felt before, during, and after the attack. Well, i was in school when it happened. It started as a normal day. I think i was in the second class of the day. The pricipal came on the intercom and said that there was something on the news. Then he said something has happened in NYC. A few minutes later the pricipal came on and said 2 planes have chashed into the WTC in NY. My teacher turned on the TV and we watched the news. It was so horrable. We didnt do any more work after the teachers turned on the TV. We just sat around and watched it. It was...amazing. Thats the only word that fits that day. Amazing and horrible. The New yorkers were amazing and the attacks and deaths were horrible. At the end of the day, i ran home to see more of the news coverage. I sat in a daze watching what was happening. It was the worse thing ive ever seen. I hope nothing like that ever happens again! This poem is dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2001. One As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope We became one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss We became one soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heros We become one people. We are One color One class One generation One gender One faith One language One body One family One soul One people We are The Power of One. We are United. We are America. Thats it. Talk to ya later.

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Thursday, September 9, 2004

   Rain, rain, why wont you go away?

Hi everyone! It rained again today. Really hard too. I think i found the reason for the two days of hard rain. Its because the storm that i had was the last little bit of the hurricane that hit florida. A tree was knocked down on a highway because of the rain. It blocked traffic. It just stopped raining a little while ago. I hope it stops raining for the rest of the week and weekend. I hate the gray skys. It makes me feel depressed. School has gotten interesting today. In Chorus class, we got a handbook that says all the Performances and stuff. I will be doing a few shows at Xmas and in the spring. I also need black dress shoes, a tie, and black pants. That is because of the dress code the chorus class has. I need the new clothes before december. I think my mom can mange to get me the stuff. Another thing is that i will be starting a experiment in science class tommorow. The experiment will be a reproduction of the experiment that Louis Pasteur did. He's the guy that created the idea of canning foods. That is going to be very interesting... Here's the poem for today: The Guitar The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords. Well, thats it! Talk to ya later!

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