oh yeah, I forgot to post this.

No guest presentation, and not a full trailer, but it's something...

right here, right now.

Jamming to the High School Musical soundtrack and thinking about boys. :)

Boys, boys, boys, can't live with them and can't live without them.

I was thinking earlier about whether I'd be happier in a relationship or single. Of course, at this point in time I can't really say, but I think both. I'm happy single and I love to flirt, but I think if I met the right person I think I'd be very content with the stability. Of course, I have not met said person yet, so...I have no clue.

That was my deep thought of the day, even though it wasn't that deep. Trust me, I'm not shallow.

Still sick as a dog.
Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday.
The Great Gatsby is wonderful.
Scrubs is on in 10 minutes.
Laundry needs to be done.
Tylenol PM calls my name.
I need to write something because I haven't in days.
I wish he'd call me.
He wont.
Goodnight.

Blarrr

Went home from school early today because I was feeling sick.
Wasted some time on facebook.
Watched the Phantom of the Opera and crashed for four hours.
Meh I still don't feel very good.

We'll see how I feel later. I don't want to miss more school but I kind of do. I don't want loads of makeup work, but I don't want to knock myself out and get sicker, especially with rush coming up this weekend, and I have to babysit Maya and Kylie tomorrow night. I guess I should go do my homework just in case I do go to school tomorrow.

By the way, my English teacher liked my color analysis paper. She talked about it in class and how she liked a lot of the points it had brought up. She didn't say it was mine, but she looked in my direction and talked about what I wrote, so...needless to say, I was quite happy.

Anyway, enough with my procrastination tactics. Gonna make some tea and read more of The Great Gatsby.

I said I wasn't gonna lose my head

and then
POP!
goes my heart.

when I'm with him I'm thinking of you.

I'm failing History.
By failing, I mean I have a 40%.
You wonder how it got so low, well, humans mess up. But I'm working epically hard to get it up.
This means that I can't get any more driving hours NOR go to see TAI... on their acoustic tour NOR go to Camp Rainbow, unless it gets to be a C in the next month. Meh. We'll see.

School is fucking stressful. I'm not a bad student or anything, not usually, but I mess up sometimes and get so incredibly frustrated that it takes forever to get back on track.

And the John situation isn't helping either. I still like him like crazy. Today at Writing Club we went outside to write instead of staying inside, and oh my goodness he looks so nice in the sun. He reminded me of Edward Cullen. Jeans, white button up shirt, messy light brown hair...the ironic thing is, I always thought he looked like Edward back Freshman year lol. He looked absolutely beautiful and I relapsed like I knew I would.

This getting over him thing? Not working out.

God, I'm such a creep when I talk about him.

By the way, we're reading The Great Gatsby in English now. I LOVE IT! It's one of my favorite books that I've ever read in English class, EVER. It's near surpassing Lord of the Flies. I think I just really like color imagery...both books have it. It's intriguing. Like, (warning: spoiler!) I'm on chapter 5 now. Cream has always been associated with Gatsby because of the fact that he's New Money and subsequently not the most fashionable. He thinks Daisy left him and married Tom because he wasn't Old Money. Obviously we know that this is false. So when Nick invites Daisy over for tea and Gatsby happens by at precisely the right time, and he's wearing WHITE, I'm like NOOOOOOO! Don't try to be someone you're not for her. This is because white symbolizes Old Money, and obviously Gatsby isn't. Gahh if he and Daisy don't get together I'll be very upset.

There was my English geek-out for the day.
Adios.

one more weekend.

It's that feeling you get on Sunday afternoons, when you've partied until you've dropped and then realized how much homework still needs to be done.
Sleep sounds wonderful.
If my homework did itself that would be great as well.
Unfortunately, that's not going to happen.

There is a possibility that the Public Enemies trailer will be shown at the Oscars tonight. There are rumors of it only being a 10 second clip, so it should be online pretty fast.
Oh, and there are also rumors of Johnny Depp being a guest presenter. Who knows? If he is I'll probably go reeeally fangirl.

Busy week ahead.

Through the camera lens

A/N: I wrote this last night. Part of me really likes it, part of me doesn't. My usual indecisiveness.



I.
Though the camera lens,
Our hero and heroine recline into each others bodies
A fireside picnic; dinner for two.
He tries to get into her sweater,
But she pushes him away.

II.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero calls to say he'll be home late.
"Don't wait up," he says.
But our heroine can't sleep.
She stares silently at the cold side of the bed
Unable to force her eyes shut from fact and reason.

III.
Through the camera lens,
Our heroine goes to church every Sunday
The church where she married our hero,
And the church that keeps them eternally bound,
Till death do they part.

IV.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero takes the bus to a seedier part of town
His watch weighs heavy on his wrist.
He has a girl who is stripping on Colfax
And a woman who is lonely in the suburbs.

V.
Through the camera lens,
Our heroine watches the clock
It weighs heavy on the wall.
The minutes, seconds tick by
As life grows slowly shorter.

VI.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero meets his girl.
He has his fix.
He slips quietly out the door.

VII.
Through the camera lens,
Our heroine holds her husband's gun to her temple.
Verses from Corinthians run through her head
And she prays to God for forgiveness of her sins.

IIX.
Through the camera lens,
Our hero returns home.
He hangs up his coat and keys.

IX.
Through the camera lens,
Nothing.