The _____ Day Ever (Part 1) February 20, 2009

Why today may be the worst day so far in my (young) life:

1. Someone that I like is getting married.  It does not matter who.  I do not want to marry him.  But the fact that he is currently engaged is depressing.

2. My boyfriend was not in school today.  I carefully made the point of wearing the necklace he gave me today, and he was not there to see me effort.  The reason that he was not here is because he is sick.  I coughed a couple times today and fear I have caught his cold.  And he told me he was not contagious!

3. The Forensics 3 Curse.  Every year, the day of the 3rd forensics meeting, I manage to injure at least two of my fingers.  I forgot about the curse until I received a paper cut.  Later, before the meeting, I smashed another one of my fingers in my organizer.

4. One of my friends may be gay.  This in itself is not an issue.  The issue is that this is someone I have/do have a crush on and who, I believed, had a crush/was hitting on me.  Could that be any more embarrassing?

5. I have not finished a poem in days.  Also I found out a friend of mine is a VERY good writer.  You know, good for him.  But it only makes me look even worse.

6. My English sucks (excuse my French).  I have a pen pal in Korea who is hoping (or is it hopping?) that I will help her out with her English.  As if I am an expert in the language I claim to speak!

7. Lunch was a series of badness.  First I clearly called a seat check, which was ignored.  When I came back, the only seat left was one that was covered in glitter.  I took it. Then I proceded to spill msahed potatoes all over myself.  Not to mention, before I had I chance to bite into my sandwhich, Scotty looked over (we usually order the same thing) and says “Just so you know, the food tastes like ass today.”

Pet Peeves January 10, 2009

Starting off, the phrase ‘pet peeves’ bothers me.  It is one of the most annoying in the English language.  When I the words ‘pet peeve’, I almost want to slap the person whose mouth it came out of.
That isn’t the only phrase that ticks me off.  What I hate are people in class who give an answer and upon discovering it is wrong, say “I was just kidding’.  It is quite obvious that they were not kidding and really did think is was the right answer.  Same with people who follow the answer with ‘Oh, I lied’.
There are so many things in this world that I cannot stand.  Here are some of them;

I hate how during lock down everyone seems to talk but me.  Even the quiet girl who rarely talks has something to say in a lock down drill.
When people physically switch the desks around so they can rest their feet in a basket.  Perhaps what I hate more is the gum underneath the desk I feel as I am putting it back.
People who throw a piece of paper in the trash when the recycling bin is right next to it.  It doesn’t take that much energy to walk an extra step.
I hate having to cheat off my friend on a test and still failing.
Wet ink rubbing off on my pinkie as I write.  Not to mention the smudges a pencil leaves behind.
I hate being called a teenager, young, a student, even though deep down I know I am.
Seeing people not wash their hangs after they go to the bathroom.  I understand there is barely any time between classes.  I also understand, and have experienced, the chance of being late by the small amount of time it takes to wash your hands.  Even when people do wash there hands, it seems the paper towel dispenser is either empty or broken.  You end up walking out of there shaking your hands furiously.
People improperly using the word ironic.  Ironic means ironic. It does not mean unfortunate, coincidental, or any of the other adjectives that you confuse it with.
When you find a really cute piece of clothing on the rack and they have like twenty in size XS, two in size 3X, and not a single one in your size.
When someone leaves their phone number at the end of a long message and they say it so fast you can’t understand it and have to listen multiple times to figure it out.
When someone is writing on a chalkboard and then they erase it to write something new, but they don’t erase all of it, so you still see half of a letter here and there.
When you’re with a group of people and you think nobody saw that you just tripped, and you think you’re in the clear. But the one person who did see it points it out to everybody else.
I hate people that are…
Hypocritical, Two-Faced, Stubborn, Conceited, Shallow, Self-Centered, Obnoxious, Rude, Self-Absorbed, Ignorant, Closed Minded, Wanna-Be’s, Indecisive, Insensitive, Back-Stabbers, Overly Optimistic, Naive, Overly Sensitive, Egotistical, Posers or Users.
To sum it all up, I hate people that are breathing.

Front Porch Poet October 23, 2008

Never was I a front porch poet
enthralled by setting sun
watching cars and people pass
as soon as suppers done.
Nor have I stared hard at the moon
going line by line
waiting for inspiration
a falling leaf to catch my eye.
The reason being simply
I cannot stand the crowd
a silent passer’s curiosity
at once becomes so loud.
A raised brow, a turning head
my ever rising fear
that my deaf words have fallen
upon a third, unkindly ear.
My writing, it goes quiet
yet not from lack of words
even the most hidden of poets
draw spectators in herds.

This was the first poem that was deemed acceptable by the writing community. And when I see writing community, I of course mean the wonderful folks at About.com’s poetry forum.