an old man is snoring.

Cold.
Hiding under christina ransom's
Jacket
Watching pitch after pitch
And swings
Hits
Runs
Scores
And its ended
Because of this rain.
Swat hands with opponents,
Gather my wilted glove,
And my bag,
Visor,
Water
And run.

Through the rain,
Past joan and her mom,
Bade them goodbye.
Keep running.
The sky has opened up,
Emitting a downpour
Just for us,
Just for me.
So cold,
But I keep running.

The droplets feel like sweat,
Like tears,
Like rain,
Drip down my face
Off my nose.
Whip off the glasses
Cause i can't see.
My visor's turned from purple to navy
Cause it's soaked.
But I keep running
Cause i'm freezing.

I finally reach the parking lot
And look for our car
And i can't see
Cause of the rain
And almost open up the door to another
Car
But don't.
And i find it eventually
And stand at the door
And wait for my dad to come
Open it.
I crawl inside
And father cranks up the heat
And we drive off
And "can you feel the love tonight?" is
On the radio.
Leave it to Sir Elton John
To complete the moment.

gotta love the mall

Today
I went to american eagle
For the first time in my life.
I was told
That they had sweaters
And i needed one to go with my dress.
We went in there,
Looked around,
Found some sweaters
On the clearance rack
That were just what i was looking for.
I picked one out
That was navy blue
For 19.99.
There was another one
Exactly like it
But
White
That was 13.95.
My mom brought them to the register
And showed them that
She wanted the blue one
But for the white one's price,
Figuring there was some mistake.
Both of the cashiers
Sighed
And told us that american eagle
Bases its discounts on
The
Color
Of
The
Sweater.
So apparently
NAVY BLUE > WHITE.

huh?

fingerprints all over my cinnamon toast crunch?
advertising can be so strange.

i see you.

At the eye doctor's office
I saw two girls named star and stormy
And remembered that my mom almost named me stormy
Because i was born in a blizzard.

When we got there,
We sat down.
I didn't bring any books to read,
No paper to write on
Or to draw on
Or make origami with
Or whatevz.
The wait was kind of long.
I read about the 100 most influential people
In the world
In TIME magazine
And saw that ol' Miley Cyrus made the list.
Ironically,
There also was an article in there
About her Vanity Fair scandal.

They called us in after a while
My mom commented on how long it took
To the nurse
And chatted about all of their old
Mutual eye doctor friends.
Though i don't think my mom knew her.
I liked her a lot.
She noticed how i squinted into the lenses
And how I almost cracked up
About at trillion times
Thinking how ridiulous i sounded
Stuttering on consonants and vowels.
She even gave me hints on a couple letters.
I kept mixing up the O's and C's.
I probably failed that test,
But seeing as i already have glasses,
It doesn't get much worse.

So i really liked her.
She had blonde hair
And she coordinated her outfit perfectly.
Bright orange shirt with those white hibiscus
Hawaiian flowers on it,
White pants,
And orange Crocs.
She was also using an orange pen,
That,
She pointed out,
Said "yellow" on it.
After some construction company, she says.

The doc came in
Dressed like a doc
Lab coat and all.
My mom also chatted with him
About that old eye doctor
They know.
That everyone knows.
The doctor's great too.
He can carry a conversation
About my summer plans
And ask me to look this way and that
And tell me i'm doing everything correctly
Simultaneously.
I got a stronger prescription,
Not sure how much stronger.
2.75, you tell me.

We talked to the ladies at the desk
About golfing
And I saw that the lady
At the computer
Was drinking a coke zero
In an itty bitty bottle.

I bought new glasses.
Brown, that reflect blue in the light.
I really like 'em.
But I really didn't like my old glasses,
So anything would be an improvement.
A lady in the store
Had half her hair dyed brown
And half her hair dyed blonde,
Split right down the middle.
I wonder which glasses she was buying.

Another thing i noticed,
Everyone there
Doctors, nurses, everybody working at the desk, the people at the store,
ALL OF THEM
Wore specs.
Which is weird and not weird at the same time.

blue bird, blue bird, through my window

I'm tired of the radio.
I'm fed up with hearing how
$hAw+y g0+ d3m @ppL3 b0++0M j3An$
And people telling me that my face is bubbily
And saying "hey there" to delilah all the time.

I woke up really early this morning.
Tired, groggy, you name it.
And being me,
I was having a hard time falling back to sleep.
And between figuring out what in the world
I'm going to do my informative speech on
For english class,
I hear birds
And those other almost-morning animals
Belting out a song of their own.
When i finally decide on "how to build
THE MOST PERFECT SNOWMAN"
I roll out of bed and creep up to my window.
My sister stirs when the mattress groans
And the old springs give me away.
But she keeps sleeping.

So
I peer out the window.
And for some reason,
I expected to see the birds
Lined up in neat rows across the yard
With a conductor bird in the middle
Making sure everyone was following his beat.
Sort of like our school band,
Except we're not so great at keeping the beat.
But i was incorrect.
No conductor bird.
I couldn't even see any birds.
Just dark grass, seeing as it was 4:56 AM.
But I could hear them.

The thing that fascinates me
Is how they can remember the exact same notes
They sing
And repeat them
Until they get tired of them
And then they vary them
Into some other glorious tune.
And, heck, they switch up their time signatures
3/4, 6/8, 4/4
And their tempo
Allegro to a gentle largo
With little staccato chirps and nice full tweets
And the thrum of the insects in the background
Like a talented bass.
Keeping the rhythm,
But staying low profile,
Because it's the birds' time to shine.
And they've only begun to shine.

Since it was 4:56 AM,
I went back to sleep,
Drifting into unconsciousness
With birdsong.
I fell asleep again,
And woke up tired,
But it was worth it.
Cause i heard the birds.

what magnificent things you find when you do a google search on cardboard. lovely asian man in front of a cardboard bridge, for example.

"ugh, i hate cardboard. is this cardboard?"

"nah, olivia. i think it's just thick paper."

"oh."

"well, if you don't like cardboard paper, do you like cardboard boxes?"

"YES. i love cardboard boxes. except for the time when i hurt my ear."

"your ear?"

"yeah. me and my dad were racing with boxes and he crashed into my ear. then i had to sit on the couch and play mario kart with an ice pack over it. do you have a wii?"
"nope. my brother wants one, though."

"well i have one, and they are, like, 145,000 dollars, no, actually... 100,000."

"wow. i could never afford one of those."

"i did because i have one. i would know how much they cost, i bought one."

yeah, there are a few good things about school.

and by the way, i drew a picture of martha stewart yesterday.

outsider

sam i am not.

I am drinking a tall glass o' raspberry lemonade with a blue corkscrew twisty straw.
I am kind of disappointed because my red mickey mouse ears twisty straw needs cleaning.
I am dreading the two tests that i need to study for.
I am moderately nervous about the school musical tomorrow.
I am looking at my cheetah girl "living large" collection of books 1-4.
I am wishing i was reading it.
I am reading the clock, 3:04 PM.
I am giggling over mr. buldrini's new shirt, blue to bring out his eyes.
I am thinking about one day fixing patrick's unclesamwithpunchingaction pen.
I am wanting a red, white, and blue hat like his.
I am wondering where i put the white flower i picked off of the neighbors' lawn when i
was walking home today.
I am marveling how cool it looked, with its violet center and white petals.
I am almost done with my lemonade.
I am debating whether i should paint my nails some outrageous color and risk having
the teachers yell at me.
I am figuring i might, seeing as they haven't scolded my pink sparkles.
I am not loving this dress code.
I am sharpening an orange colored pencil.
I am drawing an orange on my pad of paper next to the computer mouse with it.
I am questioning which came first, orange the color or orange the fruit?
I am going to get to work on social studies.
I am glancing at Tom Johnson's name.
I am thinking that the dog in To Kill A Mockingbird's name was Tim Johnson, which I actually
remembered.
I am fin.