TREASURE

I've left you all secret messages in the comments on your blogs. So go and find them!

APUSH

I'm certainly ready to wipe my hands with A P United States History. And this year for school too. It's been fun folks, but enough is enough, and at last the end is in sight! I have a dream my friends, that one day we will be able to rise up out of this struggle, having successfully (or not, as the case may be) completed another year of high school to boot. And that dream is quickly becoming a reality! The goal is within our grasp! All we have to do is reach out and seize it; for in doing so we ensure that our grievous labor will not have been for naught. So, comrades, shall we seize this wondrous opportunity to prove ourselves and our cause. I think we ought to. With that, I leave you all with this, our message: Prevail, Prevail, Prevail! For to not prevail is to fail.

I hate...

calculus.

Crummy Weather and Emotional Stuff

I don't really like weather like there's been the last day or two. I kinda feel like the earth can't decide whether it wants to be rainy or just miserably overcast. It's really just crummy weather. But Saturday was great weather. Perfect weather, really. I could live in a climate like that forever and never get tired of it. Well. That's a lie. I'd have to come back here for the crummy weather every once in a while. Even though its depressing as hell, it makes me feel alive. Reminds me of the full spectrum of emotions and stuff. Without a little sadness and disappointment, all the good times would just be times, because there wouldn't be anything to compare them to.

Feline Friends

I love it when I'm the first one home in the afternoons. Mostly just because the cat (who we commonly refer to as Jack, but his collar/tag thing (which he doesn't wear anyway) spells Jacques (which I'm pretty sure is wrong) is extremely lovable and friendly with the single person he makes contact with after a long day of being alone. And normally, you couldn't pay him to sit within a ten foot radius of you (he's not very sociable). But anyway, today I got lucky and was the first one in (even though Emmett and I had spent the previous half an hour with unsuccessful attempts at following strangers (they would almost always immediately turn into a photo place or some gas station, as if we were wearing a big sign that read in bold orange letters: "hey, we're trying to follow you."))(I'm feeling kind of like I'm doing a calculus problem or something with all these parentheses) and sure enough I heard one of those weird cat noises (you know the ones, I hope, that kind of sound like meowing, but with a Doppler effect thing because they are running, you could almost compare it to say, a baby with the cooing thing) and a thump thump thump ( he hangs around in my room, on my things a lot, and he has to jump down like a mountain goat, due to the clutter) and he came running down the stairs and practically jumped in my arms. Naturally, I was elated and screamed "JACKUMS!" (which is how I refer to him sometimes). And so I put him down and preceded to put away my things, all the while he is busily curling around my legs ( I assume, and with a great hope, that this is a cat's way of showing affection) which made it rather difficult, and then to the kitchen, to give him some food ( I think he likes it when I say "Jack! Din Din! Come and get your supper!" because he always dashes in) because no one has fed him since breakfast. And he meows and tries to get the food before I can get it on the plate. And then he eats it, and purrs. That's my favorite. He hardly ever purrs, except under these specific circumstances. And then when he's finished (for some reason, I watched him the entire time) I plop down on the sofa, where he immediately joins me (something he doesn't normally do) and we enjoy eachother's company and watch T.V. Though, nothing is really ever on after school, so that doesn't last long. And so I turned it off, and Jack eventually went to sleep. Then everyone else got home, and in a flash he was gone. Right back up the stairs to his various hiding spots. And that is the worst. But when I move out, he's coming too. And we'll do stuff like that everyday. Hopefully.

Sahara

So. Over the past few weeks on Wednsdays (shit, how do you spell Wedsnday?) and Mondays (thank goodness I can get that one; a sliver of sanity left) in Latin have been kinda boring. I mean, outside of playing games (oh, and on fridays too) and sometimes shooting the breeze with Emmett and the motley group of regulars (Jennah's there. And Tim Bihl. Jake has even been by sometimes. Alex and Carter. And Katie and Amber. And Mr. Charlie, more frequently as of late. Plus or minus that lady with the red hair and Mrs. Galenis (whom I loathe with my entire being, by the way) and mostly just wasting time. But then, sometimes when I feel creative and I can manage to coerce the computer to cooperate, I paint stuff in Tux paint. I did a few with animals. A Lion, an Elephant, and A Zebra. I want to do some more, if I can find the time (shouldn't be a problem-worry not). Any way. Here they are.

Fluid

I'd like to keep
some meditation in a jar
then perhaps
I'd dump it out,
into a car
and it might run
and I could fly
and find the line
between the ground and sky
or maybe not,
and my hopes, would be shot.
Well, that's all I've got.
But perhaps not?