NO SCHOOL

HELLO.

My very most wonderful best friend Anna Rosalyn Young and I had a friend date today!

We went to a chinese restaurant and ate yum yum food. And then we saw LOVE HAPPENS with the ever happening Aaron Eckhart. I've decided to be obsessed with him.

So also I'm obsessed with Latin masses and the like.

listen to this please: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdqUtkfLa2w

and fall in LOOOVE with Eric Whitacre like Anna and I did.

It's raining, it's pouring

It's raining,
it's pouring,
the old man is snoring.
He went to bed
and bumped his head
and couldn't get up in the morning.

HOW SICK IS THAT SONG? Like, really? It's about an old man who dies one rainy night! Terrible. But seriously, folks. It's been raining for like 5 weeks. Basically since school started. I am so OVER IT. I'm pretty sure I have that disorder where when it's not nice and sunny outside, I get depressed and tired and stuff. I should have been born a woodland creature. I would be HIBERNATING right now. Mmmm that would be nice. So my whole neighborhood is basically flooded. I have a creek behind my house, and it's running over the road. I can see it out the window, it looks really pretty. Except very muddy. There isn't much flooding in my yard, but my poor dear neighbor's yard is basically a swimming pool. My mother is freaking out, she took me out of school early and is making plans in case our house washes away.

Is it weird that I'm not that worried? I mean, it's just stuff. Life on Earth is soooo temporary, it seems really stupid to freak out about stuff. We should freak out about PEOPLE. I will give a hundred dollars to the person who can figure out how to get all this rain and floodwater to someplace that NEEDS it, like Africa or India. Honestly. Weather is so cruel.

Awww my puppy is scared of the floods. She's whining.

HERE is a song that I like about rain [well, the chorus and bridge]:

Hallelujah, grace like rain
falls down on me
Hallelujah, all my stains
are washed away, washed away

Let it rain
let it rain
open the flood gates of Heaven
and let it rain....

The Long Walk

Walking down the hall
sad
because
I never see him
anymore.
But no-
today he is there!
I duck my head-
dismay!-
I wear old gray.
Smooth my hair,
check.
Look, is he looking?
No?
Look again...
still no!
Last chance.
Please look.
Please-
gone.
He's gone.
Passed by.
And I walk on.
On to 4th block.
It is a normal day.

Silly blush, high school crush

Soo I've been writing, just not posting. This is from a while ago. About the guy that I am COMPLETELY obsessed with, as you can tell from the poem. A lot of what I've been writing is about him. Oh goodness. I'm such a girl. Here goes.

Blushing and unable
to get you out of my thoughts.
My feelings don't make sense-
I shouldn't have them.
Me and you
seem impossible, because
you seem unaware.
Silly jealousies rise up
for silly reasons.
I duck to hide my smile
when you say my name.
I promise myself
I'll ignore me
unless you speak first.
Why do I still dream of you?
Is it because my heart soars
when the last zinnia petal says-
"He loves me?"

Summer's Breath

As the leaves turn brown,
I turn empty.

While days grow short,
I grow sluggish.

Each dreary morn,
my eyes beg to close.

As Winter clasps
his hands around my neck,
Summer's breath
is forced from my lungs.

Choose Something like a Star [Robert Frost, 1947]

O Star [the fairest one in sight]
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obsurity of cloud--
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.

Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.

It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

Count on Me

Don't make me choose
between all of you
or none,
'cause I promise,
I swear,
you won't like the result.

Don't make me pick
between no fence
or a Jericho wall,
'cause I promise,
I swear,
the wall won't be tumblin' down.

When it comes
to all or nothing,
count on me
to count you out.