First of all,
Second of all, Im tired. I wish I didnt have a funeral to go to tomorrow (no, Im not saying who, and dont apologize or anything. I dont need it.) Im really just writing this blog to get some extra credit for some more entries. Yeah. I just finished my alphabetical poem. That was fun. I played "Portal" yesterday; The greatest video game ever made. Seriously, if you guys ever get the chance to play it, do so. I bought new shoes today. The Sales lady was a jerk, I wanted to shove the loafer down her throat. Ok, maybe not, but she didnt have to be so mean. Meany. aaahhh, Im so tired, Im writing this with my eyes closed, Ill spell check it later. Yaaawn. Heh, that funny. I have so much computer experience that I can write with my eyes closed. lalala, look at me type with my eyes clooosed! Jeez, I really need to cut down my computer time. I met Ms. Lombardi, the old chorus teacher, at the mall today. That was nice. GAAAAH! I DONT WANT TO DO THIS TOMORROW! IT WILL BE SO AWKWARD! so I really want to be in a civil war reenactment. That would be so cool. I want to be a confederate cannoneer. "EAT LEAD YOU YANKEE PIG! YEEEEEHAAAAW!" Or a union cannoneer "EAT LEAD YOU REDNECK PIG! WOOOOOOOO!" yeeeppp. I want to research my family history. OH! I got my haircut today. That was nice, Sal always does a good job. Ok, Im falling asleep, and its nearing midnight, so I think Ill end this blog. Good night everyone!
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Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Every Morning, I die a little inside.
The sharp beeping of my alarm clock
starts the downward spiral.
My dry mouth feels like I ate
a jar of cotton balls.
I try to fix it with a nice cup of strong coffee.
The smooth flavor fills my mouth.
I walk out into the freezing air of morning
Ready to begin my day
I stand at the bus stop, shivering,
waiting to get on the dirty smelly
exhaust spewing beast of a vehicle
I shuffle past my friends
mumbling primordial grunts
which are accepted as greetings
I go to my homeroom
and put my face on the cold hard desk.
Another day...
The sharp beeping of my alarm clock
starts the downward spiral.
My dry mouth feels like I ate
a jar of cotton balls.
I try to fix it with a nice cup of strong coffee.
The smooth flavor fills my mouth.
I walk out into the freezing air of morning
Ready to begin my day
I stand at the bus stop, shivering,
waiting to get on the dirty smelly
exhaust spewing beast of a vehicle
I shuffle past my friends
mumbling primordial grunts
which are accepted as greetings
I go to my homeroom
and put my face on the cold hard desk.
Another day...
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