reprieve
Grade 9 was boring, it is totally and extremely overrated.
i'm pretty happy its over,
well except theres still exams left.... but whatever.
honour roll=digital camera
unfortunately thats looking very unlikely right now.
lots of good things to look forward to
i'm hoping that this summer will be one to remember
camp in only 9 days, yahoooooooo
i really like the song "aside" by the weakerthans and i think that you should all check it out.
heres an ani poem that i really like, and i think that you should all read.....i think you'll like it too:
Manhattan is an island
Like the woman who are
Surrounded by children in a car surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst of mankind
First one and then the another has made its mark on my mind
It's 60 years later near the hypocenter of the a-bomb
I'm standing in the middle Hiroshima watching a twisted old eucalyptus tree wave
One of the very few lives that survived and lives on
Remembering the day it was suddenly thousands of degrees in the shade
And what all of nature gave birth to, terror took in a blinding ray
With the kind of pain it would take cancer so many years just to say (?)
Oh to grow up gagged and blindfolded
In this great big man's world in your little girls head
The voice of the great mother drowned in constant honking haunting the accident scene up ahead
Oh to grow up hypnotized and then try to shake yourself awake
Coz you can sense what has been lost
Coz you can sense what is at stake
Yeah, it took me few years to catch on that those days I catch everyone's eye
Corresponds with those nights of the month when the moon gleams like an egg in the sky
And men are using a sense they don't know they have just to watch me walk by
And me, I'm supposed to be sensible, leave my animal outside to cry
But when all of nature conspires to make me her glorious whore
It's because in my body I hold the secret recipe of precisely what life is for
And the patriarchy that looks to shame me for it is the same one making war
And I said too much already but I'll tell you something more
To split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do
So girl, if that shit ain't up to you, then you simply are not free
Coz from the sunlight on my hair
To which eggs I grow to term
To the expression that I wear
All I really own is me
I mean to split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do
Goddess forbid that little Adam should grow so jealous of Eve
And in the face of the great farce of the nuclear age
Feminism ain't about equality
It's about
Reprieve