Natasha,
I'm sorry, really I am.
I heard it was your first time,
You know, skiing?
Taking lessons?
Should've worn that helmet, Natasha.
I fell skiing once, too,
I broke my arm, you broke your brain.
Plus I had a nice redhead with an afro
Retrieve my skiis for me,
Doubt you got that pleasure.
Emily Pin broke the news to me at lunch,
She laughed at me when I"NNNOOO!!!"-ed.
I was rooting for you though,
Prayed for you in Latin,
Cried a little during class, despite myself.
Later Heloise brought you up,
I tried to explain to Beth
Who you were, she didn't really get it.
She told me I looked sad.
Then we talked Kite Runner,
Told her the movie is great
She said I shouldn't read the book,
Much too graphic.

But anyway,
I just want to let you know that I wanted you to
Win, that some girl you'll never know was
Looking out for you.
I think it's mostly because you're dead,
And I don't know you,
And I'm a fan of Parent Trap,
And Maid in Manhattan
And you'll never star in any other movies
Ever again.
Alright, this is depressing,
Blogging to dead celebrities,
Hope you have fun in Movie Heaven.

Tonight's the concert,
Drumline practice after school was horrible.
Allyssa's infatuation with Tim Miller
Kept her from playing anything decent,
Then she just kept dropping out,
Not playing altogether.
She better pull herself together
For this thing or I'll scream.

But, we get to wear sunglasses
On stage,
So everything's all better.

x)