Wednesday, October 20, 2004

But He Doesn't Care --
There is a felt tomato, accompanied by its strawberry friend, upstairs, in my room, lying on my bed, stuck full of pins and needles.
It's not a particularly special tomato--there exist thousands of its kind, and every one has one, making it more of a standard than any kind of exception.
My felt tomato isn't heavy and it wouldn't hurt if it hit you in the face (or anywhere else, for that matter), but it's near impossible to squeeze it out of shape.
The strawberry is connected to the tomato via a peice of green thread, which is meant to be a vine. No one ever asks why the strawberry and the tomato are together.
The strawberry is full of what one could only assume was coarse sand, and its intended purpose is to sharpen pins and needles, but no one ever uses it. It just hangs there, next to the bigger tomato, waiting for some one to come along, realize it has a purpose.

It is a lonely existance, to be a felt strawberry.

Today, the clouds parted just after three o'clock, revealing the tiniest bit of the sky, allowing some sort of heavenly light to pour down and drive my math teacher to bump our test up to Monday, as oppose to the day after next.

This, however, does not solve the immediate problem at hand: the fact that there will be a math test at some point in the future.

I guess the term really will be coming to a close two months from now, because I had a Geography test second period, which I basically passed. I am hoping that the answer to the second last question really was Japan; when I find a certain location via the use of an atlas, it is rather hard for me to believe it's the one the coordinates are actually meant to lead any one to. =_="

I have a clapping test of all things next week, too, but this can be ultimately ignored, as it's...clapping four-four time and not being able to clap four-four time after playing the piano for seven years and the violin for three makes you a fucking idiot.
I am not worried about the clapping test.

In fact, no one seems to be. Perhaps it is how stupid the words "clapping" and "test" sound when used together in such a manner.

My ESL friend said, "It's a test for kindergarteners!"

She has my Japanese grammar and verb book that I let her borrow a couple of days ago and will continue to have it until Friday.
She needs to study for her Japanese credit class that I forgot to sign up for a month ago...

*mble grmble*

Incidentally, "Little Busters" is a great CD.

It's time for you all to hop along to the OB Anthology and read Cat. By me. Enjoy.
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