Thursday, March 31, 2005

   i'm bringing home a baby bumble bee. won't my mommy be so proud of me . . . .
Well . . . . . . That was a Spring Break to forget. Basically my Spring break might as well be over. Here is what I did at my mom's. The complete list.

A. Thought about baking
B. Did the dishes
and most exciting of all
C. Played tennis against the garage. The garage won.

Yup. And that is the expanded version. I don't count watching movies as an actual activity. That is sitting on your butt and vegging while a screen shows you a ton of pictures. More or less. But hey, it's something right? I think that I went through my entire video collection. (3 DVDs. I know, pathetic, but what can I do? I have no money and no one cares enough to give me any as a nice little gift) And all of a sudden I want to watch Pride and Prejudice or some first season Digimon for old times sake. . . .

But I found out something from Kara last night. I got second in a contest. A poetry contest angel drifter's O. It was for my poem called Empty Bedroom and as I have very little to give you today I think that I'll post it up here.


Empty Bedroom

She was a high school girl, say the books on her bed
that lay unopened in a silent heap
a writer too say the clutter of papers spread
around the mahogany desk; and a friendly, talkative person too
says the YAHOO buddy list with saved instant messages
and conferences and friends in abundance
but not an athletic girl, says the empty shelves
where only parents dreams lay.

She had one true best friend says the closet door
plastered with pictures of two closer than any
sisters could be, and she had a cat
say the litter box now empty and food dish now hollow
artistic in nature say clay figures and small
oil paintings now made more meaningful
and she nearly lived inside that bedroom say the
moldy plate and cups living on the floor and bedside table.

She felt alone says a journal filled with teenage fears and sufferings
something should have been done say the stains adorning the room
a dark spot starkly contrasting the bright white
something was missing say the stories written depicting pain, torture and anguish
that shouldn't have been overlooked in the haste of parental apathy
and her best friend? her life was stolen in a single fatal swoop
taken both in two blows, one spattering floor
the other covering walls, books, shelves. Something should have been done, they say


I love how creepy this is.

Any who . . . I LOVE ALL THIS WARM WEATHER WE'RE GETTING!!!! MAY IT STAY FOREVER!!!!
I woke up yesterday and the sun was there and had warmed up nearly everything. Even the breeze was warm and friendly. *smiles* So wonderful this weather is. This morning when I woke up the sun seemed twice as bright and twice as inviting. I am going to make it a mission to spend some time out of doors today. *BIIIG grin*


On a final note:
What is Foo and why must we fight it?

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