I just randomly made a song lyric/poem!

Throw the phone on the floor
I can't take it anymore.

Wow, I guess when I'm fed up with something, I can make something. Now, if I actually can continue...let's see.

Throw the phone on the floor
I can't take it anymore

the pointless conversations that don't go anywhere
you and me weren't meant to be a pair

I'm tired of our walks where you just stare
did I make it obvious to you yet that I don't care?

Whoa. Go Margaret.

Poor fool he makes me laugh

Hello, hello. Back from the city, back from the love of my life, The Phantom of the Opera.

Anyway, I won't talk about The Phantom of the Opera, for risk of going into cardiac arrest, instead of...well, I'm not very sure.

I am a published writer, now, though.
Okay, so not published, but in the local paper. Still, that counts somewhat, right?

Just an update post I guess, more pictures to come.

Didn't Mean to make you cry

I was riding home on the bus today, and I smell something rather odd. I waited a few minutes, thinking it was probably a passing car. It didn't go away, I turned my head and looked over at a fellow passenger. She told me she smelled weed. Me, of course being the naive girl whose never smelled it, didn't actually know if it was or not. But, from all that I've heard about it, it was. It almost smelled like a fire, which, I thought it was at first, mixed with a skunk, and pine kind of.

And apparently the bus driver never smelled the weed that the guy in the back of the bus was smoking.

Attempted Character Descriptions

Attempted Character Descriptions:
Character One:
-Desperate, contradicting, impatient, loud, seemly caring, though selective, amazingly smart, so artistic and creative.
Physical Appearance:
- Long straw-colored hair
- Lanky, but not sickly, thin
- Tall
- Huge green eyes
- Not really pale
I don't know if they're a girl or a boy yet, but I'm leaning towards a girl. They'll be fun.

This sounds really stupid, doesn't it? Oh well. I doubt anyone will be reading this except me.

I have a poem!

What else is there to say?
No new photos for today.
:)

There's some magic in that song

Awkward day today.

I have no inspiration. So no poem.

It's sehr green outside

Today's Poem:

No, actually I can't think of one right now.

My English teacher said that I should write about my characters first, for a story she thinks I'm writing. So maybe that's what I'll put here.

Character One:
Contradicting.

And that's all, I've gotta go.

Stop right there

I feel heavy right now. Heavy with feeling.

English class recently has been basically writing, all the time. Like, that's it. We've been (well, really, supposed to be) working on our own composition, since the beginning of the year, though I haven't been able to think of anything. I've moved around the room, finally, to a window seat, maybe trying to get some inspiration from the courtyard? But it's some kind of mental block. Whenever I write, or, try to, I end up just sitting there with my notebook, staring out the window. If it's a good day, I'll end up writing a few words. Or, if I get lucky, a line!

Today's attempted poem:

I cannot write a poem or a story
When I try to rhyme,
it simply ends up sorry.

:(

Picture of the day:

I need a change. A big change.
Maybe something with my hair?

I've got an idea of a little project for myself to post here. Explaining "me" in pictures. Not of people, or obvious things, like Broadway Playbills, or objects, but of random, makes-you-think-sort of stuff. It'll be a challenge, but seems unique, right?

An attempt to make a blog that isn't terribly shallow yet entertaining.