they were like two humming birds who had also never met.

i want to go to chicago now!
now now now now
im ridikulously sick of irvine
like whoa
and school
primarily school.
i want to stop being a failure
really
i have almost no recollection of what has happened since 2:30
i was actually supposed to be productive today!
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i really dont know why i can never get anything done
all it takes is one smallll obstacle
and the rest of the day is shot
i get in a funk
and all i can do is read/watch tv/sleep/fbook stalk/play balloono
IT SUCKS
i dont want to be like this
but i dont freaking know how to change
i want relaxing days soooo bad
i want time to cook, bake, organize my drawers, draw, run, bike, eat pudding on the dome, watch disney movies and just not always have things looming over my shoulder
i also want less dry elbows
and an alias 2
but thats besides the point
its 10:37
and i have nothing more done for tomorrow then i did at noon last thursday
i feel like baking
&iloveneilpatrickharris

a poem?

so,
mr morano gave us a title
and said we could each write a poem, and see how different they turn out
i took a stab at it (:

chain reation

“hello,” said a man as he walked past a girl

he nodded his head strolling by with a smile

the girl was perplexed for she knew not this man

but before she could ponder something new grow within,

a bubble of warmth, and she knew just what to do.

she saw a young boy, fit as a fiddle

happily skipping by, unaware of his lost nickel

she hurried behind him and picked up the coin

“excuse my young boy, I believe this is yours,

have a nice day,” and she dropped it in his fist

the boy stood silent as the girl walked away,

he was taken aback, but did not delay

he had a warm feeling and knew just what to do.

right down the block he saw an old lady

both arms full, eyeing a door up ahead

he ran up besides her and held it ajar

“why thank you sonny, that sure was swell, here,

let me give you something for that act of goodwill”

“no ma’am please, it was nothing, really”

and without another word the boy took off in a hurry.

as the original man watched this from down the street

he knew at once his theory was true

kindness is not simply a single action

it’s a series of compassion, it’s a chain reaction.

the rythm kinda reminds me of a cross between dr. suess and 'twas the night before christmas
i could just be crazy though (:

sufficient, suffice

i've never been much of a blogger in the past
but reading the thoughts of some of the people i most respect and admire
and well
i felt inspired
and it could just be the exhaustion kicking in
ohhh dear
english.
i cant even really begin to fathom how different my life would be this year if i had a different teacher,
well
i take that back.
sooooo much less stressful
and as many times as ive said i hated the class
would i really drop it if i had to do it all again?
my thoughts seem so much easier to express now
not saying its easy.
just easier
i used to be satisfied keeping my whirlwind of ideas in my head, and mulling them over now and then
but that doesnt seem to be enough anymore.
theyre growing to big for my head
and its times like these i wish i was a good writer
a sufficient writer would suffice actually
well there's homework to be done,
and a growling stomach to tend to
happy tuesday everybody