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Thursday, February 1, 2007


Helens Confessions...
Its dinner-time and I barely have an hour on the computer.Er,yay? ''-__- Anyway,I have a ginormous amount of shit to do this week,so I may not be as available as usual.I sowwiw.V.V Anyway,still dreading Velantines day,(unless it is valentines day,in which case-yaaaaaay! its almost over!),still haven't been proclaimed a child prodigy,(damn;)still haven't gotten my hair dyed blue yet,(again,damn;)and still haven't met/seen anyone worth drooling over besides Ryan Ross,and,maybe,Spencer Smith.(And THANK GOD!) By the way,I had this really rad assignment today-I had to write a poem being told from the point of view from one of the characters in The Tale Of Troy.I picked Helen of Sparta.^^ And,if I do say so myself,it turned out pretty damn good.Here it is....
Well,surely something must've went wrong with the casting call,for I cannot recall ever asking for this role.
Oh,give me break!
Theres only so much tragedy I can take.
And,for the record,I was never a supporter of this war-just the cause and possible cure.
Although,I admit,I never really held the catostraphic capture against Paris.
After all,shepherd boys will be shepherd boys,(over-interested and unpoised;) and husbands will be jealous(ly furious.)
That said,I'm not about to claim I enjoyed my fellow Greeks' pain.
No,on my side of these Trojan walls,there was nothing but cheering and jeering at Achilles's funeral,to my utter dissaproval.
And after all these years,and tears over heroes spilled blood and fulfilled fears,far be it for me to claim I'm the victum here.
No,I'm just the hostage and cause.
But I was never lost-just kidd-napped.

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