The green worm inside me

Today I feel awfully tyred. Don't know what causes this feeling. Might be the fact that I couldn't sleep all night, or the thought of being free for two months and 1/2. Maybe its the little brain worm inside my brain knocking my ears and eyes. Maybe its green and has two large eyes, moon eyes in fact. Whatever it was, today my head was glued to my desk, all day. My friends thought I was fainting in lunch... in fact I kind of was... My head at least. It was yelling at me, commanding me to stop, and find the nearest bench so that I could curl up and rest. I seriously need to find a way to sleep and not think. I once tried that "trick" some people call, the one when you count and keep counting and then POOF! you are dreaming with angels. The case was different with me, it didn't work so well, I was still looking at the wall when I was past two hundred and sixty five. I also tried reading a book which didn't work so... I loved the book so much I read 'til I finished it...and it was a pretty long night. I think Ive tried everything... including the usual glass of milk, which woke me up to go to the bathroom at three in the morning... I think I have Immsonia.

Excuse me, How Under?

I'm really mad right now! One word describes it all... SHORT! I hate being so short, I hate being confused! Today... After gym, the gym teacher told all the girls to go to the nurse because they were going to measure us. I mean height and weight. I wasn't scared at all... I mean I was hoping to be at least five feet tall... My best friend Jenn weights 94 pounds but is 5''1 and she's 13, and so does my other friend, but she weights a little bit more. So... my turn came and the lady told me... You weight 91 pounds and you are under FIVE! and then I was like... excuse me? Under Five? How under? You are like you are 98 (centimeters or inches i cant remember what she said) Last time I went to the doctor (January) the lady said 4''6.... weird... because in seventh grade I was 4''11 so I think the lady at the hospital was blind...or did I shrink? I dunno, when I go to the grocery store, there's always I measuring tape thingy and it says 5 feet most of the time! I'm really confused. I want to grow! I'm one of the shortest girls in eight grade! I'm wondering if someday I will receive a growth spurt or something. Both my parents are short but no as short as me! Sorry about my worthless rant... I just need it to write about it...I guess

The thing with the feathers

I like things. Things with feathers. I like two things with feathers. The first one is an inspiring poem by Emily Dickson, and the other one is a pair really cute earings I bought at a tag sale. Somehow, walking by all the antiques and worn shoes, my eye caught this treasure, so fluttery and mischievous it winked at me, it was enought to take two dollars out of my pocket, and hand them to a lady wearing 80's leggings nd a oversized v-neck gym shirt. I looked at the palm of my hand and... there they were glowing at the sight of the day. Enough to make me happy, at least for a day. Enough talk talk...So here is the poemthat inspierd my short term happyness:




Hope" is the thing with feathers


"Hope" is the thing with feathers—

That perches in the soul—

And sings the tune without the words—

And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—

And sore must be the storm—

That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—

And on the strangest Sea—

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb—of Me



Emily Dickinson

Lullabies on top of the microwave

That was actually the title of a new poem I wrote. I havent posted in a lonnnngg time... I dont know why. Things have been UP and DOWN... I guess.

Good UP's

1. I won first place in the C.O.L.T poetry recital contest!
2. I have new pieces...
3. I helped decorate a cafe!
4. I finally saving some money...
5. I've become a better friend
6. Im not afraid to stand up and talk in public...at least not anymore
7. Aveeno peach scrub is doing wonders on my skin!
8. Good Bye splitends!
9. I got three easter eggs today! oh! and one rolly rancher!
10. I enjoy every sip of poetry

Bad DOWN's

1. I get really depressed sometimes...
2. I ate all the cookie dough ice cream
3. My friend grew... I didnt..
4. I laugh funny... people have told me
5. I wish I had a magic lamp
6. Mr. D makes third period miserable
7. I wish Michael could stop saying my name funny
8. I got a shot yesterday


Seems more UP's than DOWN's... By the Way, Aaron (writing arist/poet/playwrite/awesome guy/role model/Ms.Whitaker should marry him guy) told me I should keep writing! he said my poem was awesome... I told him I was too scared to be a "starving artist". He laughed and said I didnt have to be a writer, and that writing helps with most career's. All I thought was "I wonder if paper tastes funny...or if someday I would eat paper". I certainly hope I dont get there.