... and when i stopped reality just kept going leaving foot prints all along my back.
It was the last day before spring break today which made this day a particularly good one. For the first few hours of the day I really didn't do anything (that phrase will be seen all too often within this journal.) In fifth hour i watched the rest of napoleon dynamite thus completeing my third run through of that movie. An insult match within that hour also kept me quite entertained. (I think i made richie quite angry, he should know that those words were only meanignless jests and nothing more.)In sixth hour i completed an exercise that richie created (i could tell it was his handy work because the whole story described richie's season) and kicked it into the ground with a 100%.
After school i lounged aruond with dustin playing a game of battletoads. Then we both went to drunmline practice and had a skoche of fun. That would bring me up to this point. I plan on staying up for a while in an attempt to catch the Conan O'Brien show.
(random poem moment)
My legs grew tired
and the arches and insoles
of my feet began to ache.
My chest grew heavy
my breath nonexistent.
I could no longer run
from the reality that
pursued me with sleepless diligence
so i stopped
in the middle
of all that was real
waiting for my pursuer
and within the blink
of the clock
i had been hit
reality just kept going
leaving me with nothing
but muddy foot prints
all along my back
ruining my favorite shirt.
"I wish i didn't suck at writing"
-John
After school i lounged aruond with dustin playing a game of battletoads. Then we both went to drunmline practice and had a skoche of fun. That would bring me up to this point. I plan on staying up for a while in an attempt to catch the Conan O'Brien show.
(random poem moment)
My legs grew tired
and the arches and insoles
of my feet began to ache.
My chest grew heavy
my breath nonexistent.
I could no longer run
from the reality that
pursued me with sleepless diligence
so i stopped
in the middle
of all that was real
waiting for my pursuer
and within the blink
of the clock
i had been hit
reality just kept going
leaving me with nothing
but muddy foot prints
all along my back
ruining my favorite shirt.
"I wish i didn't suck at writing"
-John