Chrome, ten:twenty-two, and so on
So it's been a whiiiiile since I posted. Sorry! My Interweb has been real bitchy lately, and I don't know why...
I decided to get Google Chrome and it is way sexy. I am in lurff with it. <3 It totally >s IE and I appreciate that, because now I can post! Yipee! Now let's see, what has happened...?
Well, recent stuff first. The past two days, I have been attacked by my cat. And you'd think, "Okay, scratches, big deal." Uhh, no. There are somewhere between four and eight scratches on my torso alone, the longest of which end at my belly button (starting right under my bra). My right forearm is chewed up and now so is my right hand. My left side is virtually unscathed, although there are a few minor scratches there. I can't exactly participate in P.E. like this, for it hurts to bend over and move a lot, so looks like I won't be dressing out for a bit.
I've been writing a lot lately--yay, my talent is back! I am quite happy, for I think I've actually written some goodish ones, better than the ones I wrote not too long ago. Almost every night so far I have written one, and if not that, I've thought of ideas. Always, always, my mind is turning and churning for ideas.
English kind sucked. My essay was unfinished, and I am disappointed in myself for that. Highly so. I had so many great notes, my planning sheet was very me, and I know the story pretty well. Erg, why couldn't I finish that stupid essay?! In AP Euro, however, I fell asleep and woke up to finish my DBQ before some other people around me. It was pleased with myself for waking up and knowing what to write. Woohoo. Last week my group and I finished presenting our project, and Friday my teacher told me that we did great and hit every single thing we needed to. Yush! I did, however, have some qualms. A girl in my group practically dropped out of the class, so I ended up doing her part as well as my own. She didn't even ask us about it, and she wasn't even there to see us present. Ugh..
I've been rocky, I guess, just up-down-down-up-up-down.. Spring is not a favorite season of mine..
I still really wanna tell him that I like him, but I dunno how.. Ach, why are things so hard to say, even though I hang with him for a bit nearly everyday?! Mmph...
I wish I could expand this to make up for my lack of being able to post, but it seems I cannot bring myself to type anymore about what's gotten me shaken up. A hint is family, but not all from recently. Shadows in the closet are elongating and following me. I wish things were different.
Wow, ten:thirty-seven already. How was it that before this hiatus it took me ages to write something, but now I write swiftly? Oh, whatever, I supposed it doesn't matter much. To lengthen it some, here are some poems:
03.16.09
In the fertility of my rhizosphere mind
You have expertly planted yourself
Under my careful, attending watch
You have sprouted vibrant green
Atop the dull, dusty pavement
You have amazingly grown tall
Over your roots I have tripped for
You have steadied yourself nicely
Everywhere there, you seem to be
You have no limits, but you are no weed
03.20.09 II
For a miserly father,
The prodigal son.
What he has made,
Cannot be undone.
For miserly father has
No miserly son.
03.24.09
Hold your tongue,
For my hands are full.
Use your eyes,
For my sight is gone.
Tie your heart,
To a string and pull.
Lose your mind,
To a little, tiny push.
Leave your nose,
For the roses are dead.
Abandon your ears,
To a fairly loud sound.
Tighten your skin,
To my aching, sore bones.
Drain your blood,
For a vapor is all you are
03.25.09
From her perch on the steps,
she watches the rest.
Here she complacently
waits for the masters to
return. Her day has been
long, sitting on the porch,
seeking refuge from the
smoldering sun. She could
have moved to the shade
as soon as the shadows
were long in the noon
sun, but she didn't. She
prefers the burning tiles
under her soft, thin
body to the cool, damp
grass. The others wait
around the yard, milling
about, also awaiting the
arrival of the family. The
others, however, have no
grace. Their bodies are not
slender like hers, for they
munch on snacks instead
of running about. She,
however, is the nervous
type, one to dwell on things
long since past. Her skin
twitches as bugs crawl over
her, but she doesn't swipe
them off. She simply sits
and waits.
The youngest two are
romping in the yard,
rolling in the grass. She
pays them no mind, over
looking their foolish
antics. The oldest, he
has since moved to the porch,
just behind her. From here
he can watch over his
domain, though it is
really hers. The sun lowers
in the sky, and still they
haven't returned. Where
could they be, she thought
under her collected, bored
expression. She was not
antsy, not now at least,
but agitation seeped through
her pores, puddling at her
small, tender, worn feet.
Her green-yellow eyes turn
to the youngest: He has a
bird or small reptile in his
clutches. Her nose twitches
with annoyance, and she
once again turns away.
The one not too older than he
watches from the pavement
before running up, ruining
his play. He growls below his
breath and stalks off. Still,
she is anxious. Never
have they been late.
At a new, rumbling sound,
she turns her head promptly.
With a twitch of the tail and
the slightest hint of a mewl,
she bounds off of the porch
and into the girl's open arms.
The girl smiles as she accepts
the cat's licks of affection.
Barely a whisper the girl says,
"Oh, I wish my day were as
easy and fun as yours must be!"
Nuzzling into her neck, the cat
beams inwardly, for no one
knows a cat's boredom on
a lazy, hazy Monday.
Oh, and what would your response be if you heard a guy say, "The hypotenuse of me being jumped is x to the y squared!"? I got deadpan and called them stupid.
I decided to get Google Chrome and it is way sexy. I am in lurff with it. <3 It totally >s IE and I appreciate that, because now I can post! Yipee! Now let's see, what has happened...?
Well, recent stuff first. The past two days, I have been attacked by my cat. And you'd think, "Okay, scratches, big deal." Uhh, no. There are somewhere between four and eight scratches on my torso alone, the longest of which end at my belly button (starting right under my bra). My right forearm is chewed up and now so is my right hand. My left side is virtually unscathed, although there are a few minor scratches there. I can't exactly participate in P.E. like this, for it hurts to bend over and move a lot, so looks like I won't be dressing out for a bit.
I've been writing a lot lately--yay, my talent is back! I am quite happy, for I think I've actually written some goodish ones, better than the ones I wrote not too long ago. Almost every night so far I have written one, and if not that, I've thought of ideas. Always, always, my mind is turning and churning for ideas.
English kind sucked. My essay was unfinished, and I am disappointed in myself for that. Highly so. I had so many great notes, my planning sheet was very me, and I know the story pretty well. Erg, why couldn't I finish that stupid essay?! In AP Euro, however, I fell asleep and woke up to finish my DBQ before some other people around me. It was pleased with myself for waking up and knowing what to write. Woohoo. Last week my group and I finished presenting our project, and Friday my teacher told me that we did great and hit every single thing we needed to. Yush! I did, however, have some qualms. A girl in my group practically dropped out of the class, so I ended up doing her part as well as my own. She didn't even ask us about it, and she wasn't even there to see us present. Ugh..
I've been rocky, I guess, just up-down-down-up-up-down.. Spring is not a favorite season of mine..
I still really wanna tell him that I like him, but I dunno how.. Ach, why are things so hard to say, even though I hang with him for a bit nearly everyday?! Mmph...
I wish I could expand this to make up for my lack of being able to post, but it seems I cannot bring myself to type anymore about what's gotten me shaken up. A hint is family, but not all from recently. Shadows in the closet are elongating and following me. I wish things were different.
Wow, ten:thirty-seven already. How was it that before this hiatus it took me ages to write something, but now I write swiftly? Oh, whatever, I supposed it doesn't matter much. To lengthen it some, here are some poems:
03.16.09
In the fertility of my rhizosphere mind
You have expertly planted yourself
Under my careful, attending watch
You have sprouted vibrant green
Atop the dull, dusty pavement
You have amazingly grown tall
Over your roots I have tripped for
You have steadied yourself nicely
Everywhere there, you seem to be
You have no limits, but you are no weed
03.20.09 II
For a miserly father,
The prodigal son.
What he has made,
Cannot be undone.
For miserly father has
No miserly son.
03.24.09
Hold your tongue,
For my hands are full.
Use your eyes,
For my sight is gone.
Tie your heart,
To a string and pull.
Lose your mind,
To a little, tiny push.
Leave your nose,
For the roses are dead.
Abandon your ears,
To a fairly loud sound.
Tighten your skin,
To my aching, sore bones.
Drain your blood,
For a vapor is all you are
03.25.09
From her perch on the steps,
she watches the rest.
Here she complacently
waits for the masters to
return. Her day has been
long, sitting on the porch,
seeking refuge from the
smoldering sun. She could
have moved to the shade
as soon as the shadows
were long in the noon
sun, but she didn't. She
prefers the burning tiles
under her soft, thin
body to the cool, damp
grass. The others wait
around the yard, milling
about, also awaiting the
arrival of the family. The
others, however, have no
grace. Their bodies are not
slender like hers, for they
munch on snacks instead
of running about. She,
however, is the nervous
type, one to dwell on things
long since past. Her skin
twitches as bugs crawl over
her, but she doesn't swipe
them off. She simply sits
and waits.
The youngest two are
romping in the yard,
rolling in the grass. She
pays them no mind, over
looking their foolish
antics. The oldest, he
has since moved to the porch,
just behind her. From here
he can watch over his
domain, though it is
really hers. The sun lowers
in the sky, and still they
haven't returned. Where
could they be, she thought
under her collected, bored
expression. She was not
antsy, not now at least,
but agitation seeped through
her pores, puddling at her
small, tender, worn feet.
Her green-yellow eyes turn
to the youngest: He has a
bird or small reptile in his
clutches. Her nose twitches
with annoyance, and she
once again turns away.
The one not too older than he
watches from the pavement
before running up, ruining
his play. He growls below his
breath and stalks off. Still,
she is anxious. Never
have they been late.
At a new, rumbling sound,
she turns her head promptly.
With a twitch of the tail and
the slightest hint of a mewl,
she bounds off of the porch
and into the girl's open arms.
The girl smiles as she accepts
the cat's licks of affection.
Barely a whisper the girl says,
"Oh, I wish my day were as
easy and fun as yours must be!"
Nuzzling into her neck, the cat
beams inwardly, for no one
knows a cat's boredom on
a lazy, hazy Monday.
Oh, and what would your response be if you heard a guy say, "The hypotenuse of me being jumped is x to the y squared!"? I got deadpan and called them stupid.