squirrelly...

There are really no words to

Describe this.

I looked out the window,

I saw it,

I took a picture.

I shopped and watched hockey yesterday.

Today I did my Biology definitions.

Fun, fun.

I don't feel like going to school tomorrow.

I still have some homework to do.

Latin, Math.

That squirrel is distracting.

I think I'm gonna attempt to make

Hot cocoa.

So,

CYA.

GOBAMA

I'm happy for Obama.
I don't like politics.
I don't like them,
I like Obama.
I am happy for him today.
My mom and I watched him
Get sworn in to office
And chewed on cold pizza
With our hands over our hearts
As the national anthem played.
I don't like politics, I like people.
I like ideas and dreams.
I like to see happy people, proud of
Their Obama.
I like change, good change, spare change.
I want this to work,
For Obama's sake.

Wtg, Mr. O.

Today is Sunday

I've been really busy.
I guess I like being busy,
It's something I've learned about myself.
When I have something to do,
I procrastinate like crazy,
But I like having the option
Of there being something to do
Later, if I choose, that really needs doing.
I dunno, go figure.

I've been busy
With Girl Scouts.
I have been a lot this year.
I actually have something in mind
For my Silver Award,
Something Carol concocted,
But I'm going to follow through with it.
Maybe make a difference for some veterans,
It's the least I can do for them.

I'm been busy
With swimming.
I don't have much of an opinion of
Swimming yet.
I do it.
I work, I go to practice, I swim in meets.
Exactly what I should be doing.
I'm not great, I don't care.
When you're underwater,
It's hard to be aware of how far people
Are in front of you.
It's something you have to make yourself do.
So I don't.
I just swim.
I'm getting better,
Slowly but surely.
Maybe no one else sees it, I do.

I've been busy with Midterms,
Cramming the night before.
I got my Bio grade, 93.
Probably because I studied all weekend.
Band was stupid,
English was a joke,
Latin was short.
I want to study for next week's
But haven't yet.
Math, History, Religion.
None too hard.
I just want to go over them a bit.

I still make time for Grey's Anatomy.
I don't know why.
It's a constant.
I don't even know if this is an example of
"Quality television."
It just feels real,
The struggles, the loves, the impossibly hard decisions,
Even the fact that it's fiction.
I worry about the characters, their emotions are concrete
Enough to touch.
Pfft,
I CONNECT WITH MEDICAL DRAMEDY.

Today is Sunday.
It's snowing and I can't get any good pictures.
The flakes clump together,
Looking exactly like fluffy dandelion spores.
Might try again later.
I actually have plans for the rest of vacation
That don't involve being home.
Later I'm going over Allyssa's house
With Pinpin, presumably.
We're going to drum, Allyssa doesn't want
To look bad at drumline on Wednesday.
I'm not sure I need practice, I can do it on my own.
But what the heck,
It's something.
I've never been over her house before, it'll be an adventure.
Right after I'm going to the team sleepover
Some kids from swimming are having.
I have no idea whether or not I'll enjoy it
Might leave early if it's a dud.
But I'm gonna have fun, I really don't care how.
Tomorrow I'm going shopping with Carol.
Hehe, Valentine's day things for the
ParTAY
I've got to plan with the Scouts.

Then more Midterms.

YAAYY <33

I'm weird about origami.

I only do it on rare occations,
I need a book to give me instruction.
I always have to make the most
Precise folds.
And no matter how precise they are,
They're still crooked.
I'm making a goldfish
And listening to some love song
And this guy "can't let go,"
And I'm folding a goldfish.
I press down the folds of his torso,
If fish have torsos,
And tuck in little edges
Like paper bedtime.
And his voice is smooth and mellow
As he sings a second love song
That reminds me of the first.
I fold and refold,
Press down creases with my fingernail.
My instructions tell me to fold sloping edges,
I obey.
Tricky fold,
Crease,
Unfold.
Steady rhythm,
He still sounds the same.
All five of his songs I listened to sound the same.
"Lift both flaps at right angles,"
I struggle.
I blow into it gently, I blow into it roughly,
Finally opened up.
Fixed his tail, done.
He's okay, considering how
I can't blow into paper well.
Kind of deflated, but okay.

I'm weird about origami,
I use my book that
Came with the patterned paper,
And now I have a sad-looking goldfish.
A red print covered in dragons and clouds,
That's my goldfish.

Vacation's almost over,
I make origami.