All this on Page 15

So, I was flipping through the school handbook that you get drilled into you every year, and something caught my eye. Of course it was bolded, hence the catching of the eye.

It was all - This will be continued on page 15

But ... There is no page numbers. Does anyone else see the ironic ness in this? ( Yes, I know I could of just used Irony, but I feel compelled not to)

So, after seeing that, I remembered Rich talking to imaginary people and pointing at them going "Page 5, Man, Page 5" so, Squashed that idea. :D

I wrote more poems, thoroughly squashing writers block! yippee.

(sidenote: They're the ones that'll hate you when you think you have the world all sussed out)

My mom got me information for this Karate school academy thingy. and it's at nights so I could still go and do the whole choir or drama or both thing.

About that, Tinnean is thinking that she's probably going to put Drama on Tuesdays. If she does, I'm not going in Drama. Because choir you actaully get credits for, and my friends "ordered" me to join last june.

I've joined every year, and quit every year within 2 months of joining. Go me.

I'm stupendous.

And (back to my mother) she told me about this scholarship program (rotary club thingy) which pays for me to go somewhere else in the world for a year and go to school.

Top three choices: Spain
England
Japan

And, I'll still be back in grade 12 to graduate with my class.

So, I gotta go to my counsellor tommorow (jeez, I don't like that office) and be all... gimme paperwork!

yeah.

So, if you're still reading, do you want to read my poems yet? Not yet? Okay.

School today was pretty alright. Hung out outside with friends (Ashley, Erin, Jason, Nicole and Jessica) then we spotted Rich all, walking by himself being a loner and stuffs.. so of course Nicole (the outspoken one, who Desiree says is the female Rich... 'cause she WAS a redhead) Starts yelling across the little.. field thingy. So then he joined us.

Oh shit! I forgot to say g'bye, rather rude of me, when the warning bell rang.

So, Rich, G'bye. See ya tommorow.

XD


Now, To the poems

Of course they have no titles cause I don't want to title them

She

Is nothing more

Then a shadow behind your door

She

Does nothing more

Then haunt your dreams

She

Can't be more

Then a paranoid expression of attention

She

Feels more

Then everywhere and no where all at once

She

Will never be more

Then your twisted imagination

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And the next one XD

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Angry

Is something I am not

Confused

Is something I will always be

Pity

Is something I detest

Myself

Is someone that I'm starting to find

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Last one

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It's four thirty-two

And he's feelin' blue

It takes a passionate heart to feel this way

Is that really all you have to say?

He says it explains his current life

Yet he continues to live in torment and strife

His strategy isn't working right

One day I'm afraid he'll take flight

Off a bridge or maybe swallowed in the tide

I hope it ends up as just a ride

I want my friend back to normal

I just wish the procedure wasn't so formal

It's four thirty-two

And now I'm feelin' blue.