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heeeeeeeeeey! well, i know i keep saying i'm going to post and then i don't but hey... i got a life! not like anyone raeds this blog anyways, whatev. do me a favor, if you EVER read this blog and think its like way cool, COMMENT so i know that you exist!!!!!!! otherwise... idk i'll keep posting anyways... well, i guess i should explain my title... first of all, duane deserted us. Duane being my ex- swim club coach/ diving instructor... he is so crazy, he's 47 and hilarious and just one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet! unfortunately, he said bye to everyone on tuesday, when we didn't go to swimming, and now he's gone. literally. *sigh. we'll all miss him cuz now some preppy dude straight out of college all perfect in his suit and tie is there, directing us from the sidelines and just generally being weird... whatever. moving on.
babysitting is getting annoying... well maybe not annoying, just boring. my mom is subbing for autistic kids' parapro ppl, so until their school is out, i'm stuck babysitting nearly every day for my LOVELY sibs and their LOVELY attitudes. i really do LOVE them, honestly, but ugh. nvm.
so, i tried to go a week without ice cream, but the day after i decided that, we all took a trip to the ice cream making place ( mooville) and everyone else got HUGE ice cream cones filled with exotic flavors of icecream... so i caved and got a root beer float :).
boys are retards, i think they should all die. end of story. they are hopeless flirts and ruthless heartbreakers. who needs them anyways? we should learn from that turtle that fertilizes her own eggs- a guy-free world would make life alot easier. altho then all us women would let ourselves go cuz there was no one to impress *sigh.
omw- so i wrote this poem a while ago, and don't think i've posted it here b4, feedback is welcome!!
Night
The night is silent no more
What woke me I don not know
But a shadow falls under the door
Like the eerie form of a ghost
The silence now broken haunts me
My dreams turn to horror once more
As I ponder and wonder, oh who is the owner
Of shadow that slips to my door
Is it madman or phantom or brigand that comes
In darkness of night, my fear his delight
Does he smile and my heartstops and laugh as I cry
The door slowly opens my death has arrived
The night is silent no more
What woke me I don not know
But a shadow falls under the door
Like the eerie form of a ghost
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