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Manic Mondays. Everyone was so bitchy today. I think it was the weather, the humidity does that to people I guess. 68 degrees in January, WHAT? Alabama weather is crazy. They made us do a tornado drill at school today and I thought it was real. There was a tornado watch in effect I was convinced one was coming, I was a little bit scared. Luckily it was only a drill. I was still feeling sick and it was so warm in school, when the bell rang to leave school today I was very grateful. I have nothing really to write about because I haven't really done anything seeing as how I've been sick. This coming weekend will be fun though. I must go and purchase a gift for Ms. Emily Knighton seeing that it is her 18th birthday this Sunday. Today I didn't go to work, still not well enough. I'm starting not to like work that much anymore, I don't really like the people and I don't like it when I mess up. But I need money to do fun things so I can't quit. Bada-bing, bada-boom. Its time to lose a little bit of weight and start going to the tanning bed. I don't usually go there because I don't like tanning beds but I would like to have a base tan before I go on the cruise. I love being tan, I don't get extremely dark because I am pale natured but when I am tan I feel pretty and healthy. Thats partly why I love summer. I wrote an Ode to Summer for AP English. Oh, that gives me an idea, I am going to post one of my poems. Here it is:
MIRROR, MIRROR
A mirror is shattered upon the floor.
Glistening tears lie on her cheek again.
Wondering if she is going insane.
The pain has wounded her through to the core.
She is not ready to walk out that door.
For outside that door all she sees is rain.
And she is not ready to face the pain.
Outside all she sees is chaos and war.
She wishes she could live another life.
Get away from all the pain and sorrow.
But there comes a time to deal with the strife;
And keep your eyes focused on tomorrow.
Letting go of all your troubles and grieff,
Let the rain wash away all the sorrow.
MIRROR, MIRROR
A mirror is shattered upon the floor.
Glistening tears lie on her cheek again.
Wondering if she is going insane.
The pain has wounded her through to the core.
She is not ready to walk out that door.
For outside that door all she sees is rain.
And she is not ready to face the pain.
Outside all she sees is chaos and war.
She wishes she could live another life.
Get away from all the pain and sorrow.
But there comes a time to deal with the strife;
And keep your eyes focused on tomorrow.
Letting go of all your troubles and grieff,
Let the rain wash away all the sorrow.