Monday, 7:09 p.m.   Numbness, Candy Floss Flavored This is a really annoying episode of the Simpsons. Right, so you want to hear about my productive day. I was going to ride my bike to school. I really was. But then I realized -- My bike doesn't have a lock. I woke up at 10, got dressed, blah blah, got on the Net for a few minutes. Made myself some toast with jam and some tea because I am just so British. Haha. I talked to Scott and Kirri and Nik. I told them I had to go because I had to walk--my bike had no lock. So Scott and Kirri said bye, Nik said if I got bored I could go bug him and he gave me his address. o_O. Yeah. I went to school. I ended up riding the bus because I didn't feel like walking all the way to school. Got off at the corner, Found myself walking down the road to Nik's house. I got confused (as so often happens) and went back. To school. Bleh. I didn't even see Simon... Sigh. :P Shut up, he's cute. Really cute.. By the way, I know how to get those formal pictures. I might go to school tomorrow just for that. After school today, Nik and I went to the mall and to Countdown and then I went home. Yay. Here I am. My day was rather boring, but I will tell you what. My hands hurt like crazy. That stupid wood block printmaking! Two hours of it! I think I'll go for a walk to the park. Just to put a little spice and pizzazz into my life. And also I am sad I didn't get to talk to Sexy Pirate-Ninja Hybrid Dan today. I feel deprived somehow. Arrr. September 19th be only 41 days away. Shiver me timbers, matey. ----------------- 11:24 p.m. Bad, stolen (as you can see from the watermark) picture of Arina, Tim, Simon, Me, and Zeb (left to right): Simon = cute. Teresa = uncute. Damn photographers think they can take these horrible pictures of me. :P Haha, but Tim's eyes are closed. Hey, at least the boys're all taller than me. I had my shoes off. ----------------- 11:42 p.m. When you are in a place where it is only 11:40 something p.m. and all your best friends are in a placy where it's 5:40 something a.m. then you get sad and lonely. I've been reading random diaries...All five people who aren't me who are online. I swear. Early in the morning, people just get in this poetic mood and write poetry wherever they go. Yeah. Cool. So, Am I allowed some poetry too? I'll make it spontaneous. This is the feeling Dropped from a cliff Holding on for dear life The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The cold metal chains in my hands, Taught and strung from tall metal bars Hurt my palms and knuckles The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The seat is coated in rain droplets Soaking through my black pants And it is so uncomfortable The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The feeling catches up to me Laughter almost jumps out of my mouth But I catch it just in time The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The gravity of the Earth is pulling me down Up into the sky I go and then fall back Again and again The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The silhouettes of suburban houses are infinite. Slides and teeter totters are on my left Street lamps and quiet roads are on my right The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The chains don't even squeak Wind isn't rustling the trees I slow to a stop The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling The swingset is calling to me As I walk away from the scene And I promise to visit soon The silence is deafening The cliches are crippling. ode . to . swingset