Vanished like shooting stars that fall...
every action has an equal but opposite reaction.
yesterday was a good day. today, not so much
4th hour capie left early and needed a sub so Lehr took over for about 15 minutes or so. Not only was I spacing out on the chapters in my history book that I WASNT supposed to be reading, but I was constantly afraid Lehr would come talk to me about one of the following. 1) that I have yet to submit anything. 2) that I need to start coming to Loophole regularly. or 3) why I was reading the wrong chapters. (years 1945-1979).
well, he finally came over and asked why I hadnt been showing up to the meetings and if I planned to tomorrow. I stalled with random ideas about the upcoming book until I ran out of options and explained it just wasnt right for me. he then proceded to convince me to come tomorrow because I have such "passion" for this stuff. passion? I havent fucking wrote anything worth a shit since maybe the beginning of summer. dont get me wrong, I try, but I get basically nothing. passion? how can I have passion for some great talent that I've all of a sudden lost. am I fucking NUMB?!
yesterday I realized my writing has only the following images:
light posts
stars
floor boards
cold white rooms
windows
girls/guys waiting on something
being trapped
bare feet
there are only so many of the same poems I can write before running out of goddamn ideas.
anyway, then at PE we had to do 6 laps on the track. we did 7. I talked to Nichole (my birthday girl) and Jason about random things. I felt like lying down and puking. my stomach was hurting and I was hot and couldnt stop running because if I didnt get my goddamn 6 laps in well then that would just be the most horrible fucking shit ever.
7th hour we got our tests back. A+. and did notes. I understood the notes and homework so now I just have to finish it tonight. 8th hour we did random stuff while Mrs. Palla got al defensive about every goddamn thing some of us had to say. joke's on her. I stayed after to correct the test I got back. 83. with the corrections I can get a low A. better than fuckin nothin. took Steven home and we talked about how much we hate 99.1.
humph.
I need this weekend.
I see your shadow on the street now,
yesterday was a good day. today, not so much
4th hour capie left early and needed a sub so Lehr took over for about 15 minutes or so. Not only was I spacing out on the chapters in my history book that I WASNT supposed to be reading, but I was constantly afraid Lehr would come talk to me about one of the following. 1) that I have yet to submit anything. 2) that I need to start coming to Loophole regularly. or 3) why I was reading the wrong chapters. (years 1945-1979).
well, he finally came over and asked why I hadnt been showing up to the meetings and if I planned to tomorrow. I stalled with random ideas about the upcoming book until I ran out of options and explained it just wasnt right for me. he then proceded to convince me to come tomorrow because I have such "passion" for this stuff. passion? I havent fucking wrote anything worth a shit since maybe the beginning of summer. dont get me wrong, I try, but I get basically nothing. passion? how can I have passion for some great talent that I've all of a sudden lost. am I fucking NUMB?!
yesterday I realized my writing has only the following images:
light posts
stars
floor boards
cold white rooms
windows
girls/guys waiting on something
being trapped
bare feet
there are only so many of the same poems I can write before running out of goddamn ideas.
anyway, then at PE we had to do 6 laps on the track. we did 7. I talked to Nichole (my birthday girl) and Jason about random things. I felt like lying down and puking. my stomach was hurting and I was hot and couldnt stop running because if I didnt get my goddamn 6 laps in well then that would just be the most horrible fucking shit ever.
7th hour we got our tests back. A+. and did notes. I understood the notes and homework so now I just have to finish it tonight. 8th hour we did random stuff while Mrs. Palla got al defensive about every goddamn thing some of us had to say. joke's on her. I stayed after to correct the test I got back. 83. with the corrections I can get a low A. better than fuckin nothin. took Steven home and we talked about how much we hate 99.1.
humph.
I need this weekend.
I see your shadow on the street now,