Everything

I, of course, must give credit to Don Henley for inspiring this rather short entry.

I just wanted to...say, for lack of a better word, that I believe the most ominous, and yet most consolatory, of sentences is "Everything can change".

I'm not going to explain why-it's rather self explanatory-or, at least I think it is.

Writer's Block

Words fall from my mind, landing in a tumultuous heap at the bottom corner of my page

There they lay; broken phrases and unknown words quibbling amongst themselves,

Vying for the precise order in which to place themselves upon the lines above

"Luscious" appeals to my wicked side, pleading to be placed next to "Rose",

Hoping to form a cliche metaphor for ripeness and beauty

I hold back the sinful urge to combine them and turn my attention to "Pale"

"Pale" throws a mighty tantrum to be placed next to "Skin"

However, he's easily defeated by "Alabaster" which suggests a light from within

A word much more poetic than the dull, white "Pale"

"Oh, how the meadow lark sings

With worries not about iambic pentameter

His lines do not rhyme, each tune is unique..."

Wait, no!

Not a lark, but a jay bird, or three!

Is that more poetic, doth that please the tongue to speak?

Maybe if we compare them with a luscious rose

Oh, Evil cliche that disturbs my verbal sea!

The bottom line you ask?

I hate poetry!

A Note...of sorts

I'm making this note in regards to my last blogger entry. As you might already know, I'm often compelled to explain the reasons behind my entries and that is what this entry is about. The PSA (public service announcement) should have probably been placed under its own predecessor: Bits'n'Pieces, because it was spawned from a fragmented thought that I will now share with you.

My brother and mother had been away so the house had been unusually quiet and peaceful. However, the day this thought was spawned was also the day that my two missing family members would return, carrying with them, the loud baggage of my aunt and two young, and very hyper-active, cousins. As I was washing dishes in the kitchen a car horn honked, there was a shout and then three munchkins threw open the door and proceeded to yell and run around our living room. The thoughts that went through my head at that exact moment (?):

therefore effectively slaying peace and tranquility.

Then, as often happens, that thought floated around at the back of my mind until, as what usually doesn't happen, I sat down and typed it out. It sounded much better in my head, but I have a terrible time replicating my thoughts for the computer.

Anyways, I haven't really anything to do, I've been meaning to write this explanation down since I typed out the PSA, but...you know how I can be. On the upside, I'm passing all of my classes with flying colors, and next week I'll be starting AP Pre-Calc.

FUN (! ^^!); as you should be able to tell by both the exclamation points and the happy eyes, which are things I rarely ever do, I am looking forward to this class.