Hatred?
Hey, i'm sitting in BCT, bored. i am constantly wondering if mrs. townsend is looking at my computer...my screen keeps clicking but i don't know if thats the outdated optiquest monitor or her...i wait with anticipation...
My day has been good so far, other than wearing damp pants to school because i forgot to put them in the dryer until 5:45 this morning but whos fault is that other than my own?
As i was researching some Anne Bradstreet last night, i came upon some poems, songs, and sonnets by sir philip sydney. Not being a big fan of poetry, i skimmed them. to my surprise, they benevolently unleashed some inner passion for English from the seventeenth century. i then printed out about 60 pages of nothing but poetry. ha...like i'm going to read them, probably just a spontaneous urge.
I got an email that made me start thinking about hatred. the things i feel for people, is it really hatred or something else that i disguise as hate so i won't have to know the truth? if it's the latter, then what is it and why don't i want to know? is it fear of love? hmm...still pondering on that.
As for the "ike" story, there is none. I have learned to deal with what i have been given, and go on without thinking twice about it. (yeah, abunch of rambling on saying, "yes, i'm still not quite over it and everytime i think about it i want to hit something".
I can't wait to go to the gavin concert with kels! ha, just one more adventure! ;)
Grr, i have to go to the eye doctor this afternoon...i can't see squat. (HA, Squat!) maybe i can get some specticles! well.. i think that's all for now, i have nothing else to say... maybe i'll post later, i love you!
Peace- TAH!
My day has been good so far, other than wearing damp pants to school because i forgot to put them in the dryer until 5:45 this morning but whos fault is that other than my own?
As i was researching some Anne Bradstreet last night, i came upon some poems, songs, and sonnets by sir philip sydney. Not being a big fan of poetry, i skimmed them. to my surprise, they benevolently unleashed some inner passion for English from the seventeenth century. i then printed out about 60 pages of nothing but poetry. ha...like i'm going to read them, probably just a spontaneous urge.
I got an email that made me start thinking about hatred. the things i feel for people, is it really hatred or something else that i disguise as hate so i won't have to know the truth? if it's the latter, then what is it and why don't i want to know? is it fear of love? hmm...still pondering on that.
As for the "ike" story, there is none. I have learned to deal with what i have been given, and go on without thinking twice about it. (yeah, abunch of rambling on saying, "yes, i'm still not quite over it and everytime i think about it i want to hit something".
I can't wait to go to the gavin concert with kels! ha, just one more adventure! ;)
Grr, i have to go to the eye doctor this afternoon...i can't see squat. (HA, Squat!) maybe i can get some specticles! well.. i think that's all for now, i have nothing else to say... maybe i'll post later, i love you!
Peace- TAH!