some day I'll figure out Iambic pentameter - but not today

But you were made of twisted nails
All who tried to pull you apart
Thought they knew the way
Were torn at the heart

In your messy way you are sincere
As ugly and sharp as you appear
I knew you had a soft side
You would never show but try to hide

Your worst enemy is yourself
You lost every battle you fought
But never the people you beautifully caught

Like a caged bird that races for the open sky
I should have said good bye
But my heart became an anchor

You weren't the worst, you'll never be the best
I wanna be angry like all the rest

You've put a wedge in my heart
Then you split it apart

Our "group" presentation was pretty funny today. This on girl starts off by saying we did our project on 31 people. 7% of which laughed at us. Now I know I'm pretty bad at math, cough, cough, right, so really bad at math, but 7% would have been like 2 1/2 people, right? Stupid people should just be honest, or quiet about things they know nothing about. (maybe i should make that a note to self)

anyways - about a a week left of class - Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


My guitar class is already over though. The one class I actually wouldn't mind going a couple more times. I have no idea how a did in that class. But my little performance piece was such a joke. haha!! I laugh just thinking about it. But I will pat myself on the back about one thing. I MADE that class jolly. That class was filled with depressed punk kids who wished they could play the guitar but couldn't, and a couple of moms going back to school. The teacher really DIDN'T CARE if you sounded terrible, or talked in his class, or made stupid jokes - there was no structure!

Even if i don't take anymore classes, I think I need to take guitar II.

Well, this posting is not ambiguous at all. rats.

I like cards, but not necessarily a "hand" of cards (nudge,nudge, wink wink).

good times, good times. good night.

So I had only an hour and a half to study in borders the other day. So I took my tea to a corner where I wouldn't be distracted - the political science section. I never even opened the book I NEEDED to study. I had to see what Bush's Theocracy had to say (not much that was interesting). Then Motorcycle Diary, Notes on a Latin American Journey popped out at me. The first 40 pages were decent. It's about two boys who were studying to become doctors decided one day to drive their motorcycle from Argentina to North America - a true story. There's real black and white photos of them. It's kinda a strange book, very few details. But I haven't read too far into it, might turn out to be junk. I won't know until my next visit to Borders.

I think we don't have a dog anymore. I really liked her. Her owner, my dad's "friend" of questionable character, couldn't keep her where he was living. Apparently not all parks allow dogs! Anyways - she was really cute.

I'm sitting in the air conditioning, but my skin has been soaking in the sun for some hours, I still feel it radiating from my arms - feels like summer. It's a nice feeling.

Two days and three roofs later

The tips of my ears are feeling it now - ultra violet rays. Roofing this past weekend was great - capooling really is more friendly. Schumanns have a problem with lateness. As headlights shone in my window at 4 a.m. I really wished I hadn't hit that snooze button. But I was glad I had slept in my clothes.

I love it went people surprise you. Some mornings you just don't have any idea if it's going to be a great day or a drag your feet day. Most of the time it doesn't even matter what happens, it's still what you make of it. Other people can't tell the difference. But when you're not really expecting much, and things turn out nicely - those are the best days.

Taking 22 steps won't get you too far. My room is about 22 steps away from the computer. Seems sufficient for now. Tomorrow reality will inform me that that's not much to be proud of.

Seeing reality means seeing responsibility, yuck. I have yet to learn to appreciate responsibility. I thought THAT was something that would come with time. Apparently not, unfortunately not.

I must admit I can relate, but I can't understand.

Everyone played with matches when they were little. They're just so awesome! What's the best thing to burn? Paper of course. It burns so quickly!

Ever wish you could just clean out that closet and get rid of all that excess paper junk you've been holding on to?

I've heard of people burning their books when they're done with a class or something. I have yet to come across a book worthy of that.

"Yes, yes. Take him away and feed him!" -Pride and prejudice (Sometimes just getting someone out of your house, and out of your hands is an instant relief, no matter how nice the person is).

The 80's make me laugh! slightly gross and ridiculous, but so hilarious.

Quiet people make me curious. You know their head is full of thoughts. BUT WHAT ARE THEY! And quiet people that keep their face expressionless scare me. People need some sign of approval or disapproval, One or the other is better than neither.

It's so easy to say that I'm so special, that my situation is unique. But we're all playing the same sad song.

but not in the 80's! The songs were sad and miserable but surprisingly upbeat.

I can't listen to any emo music anymore. Not that I was ever a fan of it.

I realize it's just not my cup of tea. TEA. I had caffeine free yesterday at borders (my home away from home), it was a new flavor. very enjoyable.

Swallowing your pride feels so good.

btw: I don't really listen to 80's, just a couple of 80 ish sounding songs.

Today was a short day at work. I love computer problems! My right arm sometimes feels like it gains ten pounds, it was like that last wednesday too, weird. I was trying to pick up my pencil and I was just like, someone needs some caffeine!

As funny as napoleon dynamite is and other such movies - well I believe there are people like that out there, but I don't know them. sometimes hard for me to relate. So I sometimes feel bad laughing, but I do.

If you keep filing something it will overflow, and what a mess it makes.

Nail polish looks good for what three days. then starts chipping and looking trashy. But if hold out long enough you'll find a nice medium that you can etch things into and it becomes easier to scratch it into shapes.