Pick-a-little, talk-a-little, pick-a-little, talk-a-little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more. Pick-a-little, talk-a-little, pick-a-little, talk-a-little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more. Pick-a-little, talk-a-little, pick-a-little, talk-a-little, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep. Pick-a-little, talk-a-little, ( Read more... )

I have decided that I do want to have children at some point in my life. However, I will probably be worse than Mr. Peters in naming them. I have read many many many books. They are great and I love reading, however, I think of the most horrifically wonderful names to give people ( Read more... )

So, I am filling out college confirmation cards. It is kind of boring. On the plus side, everything will be done soon, which is good ( Read more... )

School is almost over.

We graduate in less that 60 days

MusicMan opens in 35 days.

49 days until our yearbook signing party on the Bay Queen.

51 days until Prom.

I won't have a date. Not having a date=not going.

47 days until I am legally an adult.

So, poetry out loud....I sucked. My first poem, "One perfect rose" was pretty perfect. However, "Siren Song" was considerably worse than it was at SPUN. I forgot basically every other line after the first two stanzas. Yes, I was the ONLY person to forget a line, and I forgot far more than one. It was horrible, I felt very embarassed and like I ( Read more... )

So I am not quite sure if Derek is doing poetry out loud or not, or if I will be taking his place. But if I am taking his place, I need to pick up a second poem, so I am going to steal rob's idea and get your help!

No Coward Soul Is MineBy Emily Jane Brontë ( Read more... )

Ye gods!

So I am slightly upset. It is pretty much well known that I decided that it would be cool to not just have pictures on the SPUN page in the yearbook, but student poems as well. Unfortunately, the deadlines came too quickly and I was forced into putting my own poetry in (damn) and the one I wanted to put in, was not. Instead, my email decided not ( Read more... )

The more time I spend living my life, the more I want to trade it in for a new one.

I fucking HATE computers.