10-15-1996 Spring Poem
well, no doubt about it (still) I've got a crush on her. I keep telling myself "she's a bitch." But I know it's not true. I can't think of people as bad until I actually know them and have seen them in the act. Michell Cherkesian is a bitch. She was always being mean to Skip, making fun of him, about his pills and stuff. A bitch. I wanted to say "shut up bitch." right there. perhaps shoot spitballs at her, or break eggs in her locker. But those are childish and immature. ::sigh:: I sometimes wish those things weren't above me.
Johanne - not a bitch. She was mean/ inconsiderate to me on many occasions, and has nice people friends. When ever I see her smile (not at me any more) (damn it!) I fucking screwed myself on this one! Damn! I miss her smile. ::sigh:: I will never see it again focused on me. That is a miserable fate.
Tomorrow is auditions. I hope I do well. I don't "wish" for a part, as that would be unfare to others participating & to myself. Assuming wishing actually works. ::sigh::
Alan is playing. I still havne't have a complete conversation with Shawna, why is my life so messed up? It's not! It's my mind! I think it is, therfore it appears to be.
-Spring-
a mittion flowers look at me.
The white, the blue, the yellow.
They are beautiful.
soft, forgiving, beautiful.
the sun smiles to me.
then day awakes.
The Red, the yellow, the orange.
They make me feel
wonderful.
the flowers all look,
a peaceful baby blue.
they smile
The sun looks down.
It smiles. It warms me.
I am me. I am the sky.
I am the grass.
I am happy.
{
But all things end, and
the flowers bloom for me no more,
the sun it only sets.
And night, it consumes me,
with it's all encompassing cloak.
ahem!
} Not Good ending love poem
-Spring-
a million flowers gaze at me
the softest wight,
the babiest blue,
the friendliest yellow,
so soft, so comforting,
so beautiful.
in the morning,
the sun smiles to me.
the day awakes.
the encompassing red,
the orange overtime.
It makes me feel wonderful.
this is all I have so far.
It's about Johanne. Damn it.
-Bye
2 Comments:
Oh man, you SHOULD have broken eggs in Michelle's locker! She was such a bitchass whore. I hated her too. She was in my spanish class with Ms. Cerri (sp?)
The mention of Michelle made me remember something. One time you and I were having a 3-way phonecall with Geoff, and he was telling a joke, and for part of the joke he asked "Okay, who's someone you hate?" and we were both like "Michelle." "Yeah, but... it has to be a guy. What about a guy?" "No, Michelle. She's a bitch."
This was the joke Geoff told: Melissa died and went to heaven, and St. Peter said "okay, your life was kinda iffy, so you can get into heaven, but you have to spend eternety handcuffed to an ugly guy." So Melissa agrees and is fairly happy in heaven except for the ugly guy. Sooner or later, she runs into Michelle, who's handcuffed to like Tom Cruise. Melissa goes "What the hell?" and Tom goes "Well *I* wanted to get into heaven!"
Oh man, you SHOULD have broken eggs in Michelle's locker! She was such a bitchass whore. I hated her too. She was in my spanish class with Ms. Cerri (sp?)
The mention of Michelle made me remember something. One time you and I were having a 3-way phonecall with Geoff, and he was telling a joke, and for part of the joke he asked "Okay, who's someone you hate?" and we were both like "Michelle." "Yeah, but... it has to be a guy. What about a guy?" "No, Michelle. She's a bitch."
This was the joke Geoff told: Melissa died and went to heaven, and St. Peter said "okay, your life was kinda iffy, so you can get into heaven, but you have to spend eternety handcuffed to an ugly guy." So Melissa agrees and is fairly happy in heaven except for the ugly guy. Sooner or later, she runs into Michelle, who's handcuffed to like Tom Cruise. Melissa goes "What the hell?" and Tom goes "Well *I* wanted to get into heaven!"
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