strange begging

I'm having trouble right now; I'm in play mode. I need to be in stress, work, I'm going to kill myself mode, or I'm not going to get anything done.
Someone stress me out~~~

creative power in the opposite direction

I've been writing a lot of poems on Whatomic. But it's crazy, because I'm supposed to be working on rewriting a part of a different poem I wrote a little while ago. It's like I'm unconsciously saying "NO!" to that, and got a burst of creative power in the opposite direction. That usually happens when I'm built up with homework and do something else instead. But oh, thank goodness school is over. Although I'm so incredibly bored now.

Sick and Pun

I'm slacking this month. Man, I'm sick. I had to get up three times during a Health test to blow my nose. I guess Health tests aren't healthy. Haha. Dumb pun. But really, it's not good. I feel like a human faucet.

Everything except homework

This break I managed to clean my room, organize my desk drawers to perfection, finally put together that music stand in my closet, and organize my clothes(picking which ones to throw out, and putting the new ones in). On Monday we had gone to see dead people(mummy's). It's great how I managed to do practically everything except my homework.

Mr. Fay

There is a fairy in my school. I swear it on my name. He looks like a normal 40 year old man, and he seems like a normal 40 year old man, but his name gives him away. Oh, don't get me wrong, I do not mean he's gay by any means. He has a record player in his room, with old computers and keyboards, and I have absolutely no clue what he teaches. Does he even teach anything? Do fairies teach things? I talked to him for just a second, and he seems pretty chill. But I learned one of the old words for fairy, and am now convinced he is a magical being just for the fun of it. I'm reading about fairies and things lately. It's super fun to learn the history and theories from people behind them. All the old words for fairy are intensely focus-grabbing for me, because they look so cool! I like the old ways of spelling things. Like colour instead of color.

Underwater Girl

Sleep deprived, yawning, tears of tire-dom. I fell asleep in class with my back to the wall, head up and down. I placed a chain of thoughts and visualization in my dozing dream, and when I opened my eyes I was replaced in another reality. I walked out of there without thinking of other people, and looked at the cloudy overcast over the sky; like a clean gray quilt spread over the expanses, not giving a single hint to blue underneath. It's raining, and just by remembering it, I still feel underwater.

River Riddle

A riddle I came up with for English

Who heads home to the ocean,                                                        

a maiden in lace?
Fingers before her,
and the wind on her face?
Who heads home to the ocean,
the map all a muddle
Yet all passed beside her,
Won't have her befuddled?

The scent of March

Have I ever told you how much I like March? I hate February, since its icky with all the mud, and stress that comes with school. But March is beautiful, even if it is stressful. I think it has to do with the smell of the wind. You can almost taste the scent of spring.

Her Morning Elegance

I was shown this stop motion animation in my 'much hated'(except at the very end) digital media class last semester, and its taken me this long to remember it and put it up here. I remember seeing it, and just falling in love with it, since its so amazing. I really like stop motion animation. The song is unexpectedly sad, though.

Squished by School- ants

I feel like an ant rebelling against a human foot. "Don't squish me!" Waving my fist to the air...
ah, I'm being squished by school.
And the humans eyes are only looking at some goal for itself far in the distance....
The only ones that don't get crushed are the ones that dodge quick enough.

Egg-salad Sandwiches- and Friends(always glad to see them)

This is the 100'th post! Well, yeah.
This entire week all I've eaten at lunch was egg salad sandwiches, which are delicious, but can become too much. Except for today, though. I forgot my lunch, but that was okay, because I wasn't hungry for anything except happiness-which I got when I arrived on the stairs.

Sewing a jean monster

On Sunday, I sewed a little something. Now, I suck at sewing. I had a class last year with it that I was so frustrated with, I was almost gonna cry. I still think it a miracle that I got an A- in there. I have no idea how that happened. Well, anyways, I sewed this strange thing that I really like out of my jean pant leg and other stuff. It reminded me of everything I didn't like. But I still completed it for some reason. Well, see it for yourself:

ha ha ha.

Loyalty to Homework

Today is all homework. I'm so exhausted I can't even think. But when I think about it, the thing that makes me work so hard isn't for grades, really, but for a pesky thing called 'loyalty'. Why do I even have that anyways? It makes no sense, and yet I am determined.

Bored

I am bored out of my mind. I could scream because of the pain of it. It feels like I'm not even living. And the thing I don't want to do the most is my homework.

Finally Friday

Ah, it's finally Friday. I've been waiting for it all week. School is so entirely tiring. I have nothing to do tomorrow, oh, the mercy of a Saturday. Can I actually sleep in now? It feels like I haven't had a complete good nights sleep in a million years.

Wolf Walking Home

Huffing and puffing, but not on a house. Up the hill.