What?!?! A Quarter Short?

I don't know if I like today or not. It's been a rollercoaster, I'm not sure if I like rollercoasters anymore. I hate studying. I supposedly can register for spring classes, but can I really? My test was hard, that sucked. I got a B+ on a paper that's good, kind of. It's only Monday, but at least it's not last Monday. Could be worse, could be raining? Wait, I think it might be already, either that or it gets dark at four now. I hate winter it depresses me. Yea for depression. I'm not really depressed or am I. The thought of being depressed depresses me. Are people sad because they are emo or emo because they're sad? I'm hungry. Like a wolverine. Cool pillows side-stepping trains. Later.

I Found a Vent in which to Let Out... The Things I Let Out

This is going to be short because I have pre-calc in like 20 minutes but I just had to vent because... I just did okay! School hates me and that is the real reason that I hate it. I try to get stuff done and it just won't let me. Like how I am in a crowded and stinky computer lab right now because it is the only place that I could even find a computer to use. I mean how can the whole library be full? Whatever. So I came in here to try to register for classes for next semester and would it let me do that? No. Grrrrrr... >:0
Really I'm not that mad. Don't worry. Mostly I'm just ready for this semester to be over already. I need christmas. Actually, I am rather looking forward to thanksgiving because I get to spend it with Colvin and his family. Yippy! And in reality I am even excited about this weekend coming up because I get to spend it with Colvin. Five Smooth Stones play a show in Delaware this Saterday and I get to be there. I'm happy. See there, I started out grumpy but now I have even found something to be happy about. Venting is good for the soul.

*big sigh*

Life. Why won't life just let me live life the way I want. *another sigh*. I have so much to do this coming week. On Tuesday I get up at 6:30 and volunteer for two hours and then have an oral presentation on Mozart to give to my music class. I have a whole lot of reading to do for my education class and a new song to pick out to sing for voice. Wednesday will be so fun. First, a biology exam and then lab and then a precalc exam and then work. Then I come home and cry. Poor Colvin, I don't know why he puts up with it. I have to registar for next semester soon. I have to start filling out college applications. Tomorrow I really should clean the bathroom for Mom because I have not done that in forever. She also mentioned that the microwave needed to be clean and so maybe I'll do that too just to be nice. The bright spot in my day so far was getting a letter from Colvin. It was like a month worth of letters. The first date was October 9th and the last date was November 6th. So I had a lot to read and was happy. I can't wait to talk to him tonight. See, I really am happy inside it's just all the stuff I have to do that drives me crazy. All the stuff I have to do that keeps me from the few things I want to do... I guess that's just the way of life.

I Should Be Doing Homework

My next class is in an hour and a half and I should really be working on the stuff that is due today... but forget that cause it's been way too long since I have posted. However I won't use all my time blogging so my plan is to type something I wrote a little while back hoping that that takes less time than coming up with something original to write.
Here are some poems from when I was sorta sad. But I'm not sad now, I'm just typing them now. Feel free to tell me if they are crap. I just like to write. Hey and the only way I'm going to get better at that is if someone tells me how much I stink at it now. Anyway...

Failing Fall

The skies are blue
The sun pours down
Dodging the pure white pillows of heaven
The trees aren't green
And can't hold on to their leaves

The golds and browns
The orange that shines
They can't match beauty with the bleeding trees
They feel like me
Letting go of part of them

For a season
Some span of time
They must feel the hurt of separation
Knowing that one day
All will be fresh and so good

And I miss you
And I hate this
I hate using words
And I hate being forced to fail at showing you my love

Uselessness

Elastic gone to dry-rot
Stretched and tearing
A brittle autum leaf
Afraid and shaking
Ashamed and crying

Worn out lace of an ice skate
Pulled it'll brake
A leaking canteen
Wasting water slow
Saddly watch it go

Will anyone ever know

But like I said if you have opinions you can certainly share them. If you don't that is also fine considering the fact that most everyone else has a life and not time to read such a boring pictureless post. Maybe I'll add some pictures when I get home and that would make people want to read it more. Then again maybe I won't because why would I want people to read this? Maybe I'm just loosing my mind and should go now. Later... to the cool people who had too much of a life to waste time reading this thing.

I AM Beardman!!!!

I had to explain to someone tonight about how I can't shave because my beard is the source of all my powers. I can't fly without it.

I'm A Lumberjack (But Not The Kind Monty Python Sings About)

I have to go to class soon but our blogs been alittle neglected lately so I thought I'd post. The past to weekends have been nice. Two weeks ago I went to Windy Inn and hung out with Andrew and my family. It was fun I don't really get to see my family that often with work and school and all. It was fun.

Last Saturday was Elsa and my one year anniversary so I headed to her house to celebrate Friday night. I could not have asked for a better weekend. Friday night we went to the movies to see The Prestige with Daniel. The movie was pretty good. The end was crazy. Saturday Elsa and I went to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. I know what you're thinking, nothing special, but it's what I miss more than anything when we are apart. Simple everyday things are ten thousand times more enjoyable with her. It's crazy. I love it.

Two Parts Boredom, One Part Procrastination

Strike out into night,
Bright streets,
White walls,
Grey in blackness,
Ignorance the antonym of bliss,
For ignorance holds hands with death,
This ruler unbroken,
The inner facade of a just king,
Disobediance marches to an end in the blanket of night,
Laying,
Lieing,
Broken,
Breaking,
Bleeding
Dreams seep down the drain,
Silence...

Tears forced into submission by cold hard hands,
Before scarred,
Begging questions,
No answers...

The pinacle of empty discontent,
Pain of end, without soothe,
Fingers trace numbly,
"Are you listening!"
"Are you listening!"
"Are you?"

Why?

The blackness polished shines,
Hands recleansed, with blood,
The broken flower once again blooms,
Someday,

Someday?

Never...