i'm a celery stalk.
i'm a celery. it is decided. officially. yay?
so i spent this whole afternoon reading some random novel... something that was really gooood. and my dad called & told me to cook the rice... so i put the rice in the rice cooker... and then.. i forgot to push the button.
and then my dad says it's like writing down the answer of a question on your hands but not on your test.
wow.
tomorrow's valentine's day. i'm excited. that means i can love myself. and allie says i'll get a hat. wahooooooooooooooooooo. and allie, i promise i'll wear it!! :))))))) weird smiley faces. *sigh* i'm tired. still got those sketchbooks that are calling out to me... and that portrait ... and that french hw... and ... well.. i just won't do anything else.
i think i'm going to get a B in english. that would be pretty sad. esp. if i get a's in all my other classes. oh so pitiful.
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ono komachi loves to write about love. and did i mention. i don't like the questions the ask me in that literature book. how do i know the answers? i'm no expert on love. poop.
Three Tanka
by Ono no Komachi
(9th Century Japan)
Did he appear
because I fell asleep
thinking of him?
If only I'd known I was dreaming,
I'd never have wakened.
The autumn night
is long only in name--
We've done no more
than gaze at each other
and it's already dawn.
Although there is
not one moment
without longing,
still, how strange
this autumn twilight is.