Mar 17, 2004 00:14
here's a poem i wrote for english 11..
Why do I have to rise?
To rise, like the skies, is my demise.
I hate to stay up late.
In my way, is the pain of the day, but I do it anyway.
I cannot see. I agree; this is not me.
Awake at three; sleep until my eyes disagree.
When the alarm starts to glow, then I know, I should be ready to go.
The morning begins to flow, and it's like "whoa". Sleep is my foe.
eh? eh? yeah, that's what i thought.
stupid teachers giving stupid assignments. well, guess what. they're getting a STUPID POEM.
just downloaded Adobe Premiere, so i'm going to try and make some videos with it tomorrow, i guess.. should be fun, messing around with it. i just need to learn how to extract .bin files..
i've got a CAL match tomorrow, and a match on thursday. for all of you people who don't know what i'm talking about.. well.. it's best that you didn't know, so you wouldn't think i was a loser. ;]
i'll get demo's from both of those games. should be fun fun fun. i'll try not to look at my scores too much, seeing as how those often show my newbie skills..
we're going to get raped. heheh. good luck to us!
at least CAL is over after this. i can't WAIIIIIT.
i was listening to some.. um.. i dunno. really soft music. it was some dancey kind of techno music. this girl was singing really beautifully. and it was really soft and mellow. i liked it. probably try and find some other stuff by the DJ guy that did it.
Matt got a DSL today. we spent like two hours trying to hook up wires in his basement, to get a line into his room. to no avail, when i was there. then his dad fixed it, but i had left. and he called and said he couldn't get the username thing on, but i was in the middle of shatloads of homework. so i couldn't come over and fix it. i guess if it's still messed up tomorrow, i'll help him.
which reminds me. i had at least 3 hours of biology homework.
that's the only class i ever have homework in.. blah.
at least we made a cake today. it was pretty cool. i ate all kinds of icing and thought i'd throw up. BLUH. bLUHUHUHHH.
the cake, itself, sucked.
tomorrow? more fun, fun, fun.