Sick

I was really really sick the past few days. So much so that I didn't feel good enough to sit infront of the computer so I'll do all my posts today. How ever I'm going to use one of those as my day off as well...

Hall way madness

A solution to our hall way madness.

Little pod cars zooming through the air. To turn right you go down grazying along the floor almost touching/ Need to turn left fly high and duck your head cause you're gonna become familiar with the cieling. In the class you just lower to the floor and turn your pod off cause its also your desk and if you lean forward and turn around in your see you can get into the back of your pod which is also your locker.

Ugh...

sleep eats away at my mind
As I try and calculate trig
No moment for ORlando
the dirty old man
wants me to think
and when I can't
he gives me a look like
You sped.

I rack my brain and
Mangage to beat out the other girl
Even though she got a full nights sleep

By CW I'm shaking
low blood sugar and no sleep
Not a good mixture.

Lunch sets me right!
To walk into a bathroom
Of strench fromt the bits of hell
And I worry about meeting my lunch
Again.

Ha Ha I published something today!

MySpace

My space rocks my socks,
Guys flirt with me like non stop,
Cause I flirt with them.

Ah hahaha I suck at those... Oh well.

Amanda Bynes rules,
And I'm practicaly bi cause,
Of my liking her.

Oh this is interesting...

Yesterday....

So my internet was being a butt yesterday so I couldn't post. Thats my day off for that week.

First Meetings

Upon first meeting you,
I knew it was going to be
Something special.

I knew you would easily
Capture my every shard of attention,
And hold me entrapped in you.

I knew,
Oh I knew,
But I didn't turn away.

Cause who could turn away
From something so interesting as
A man who would do so much
Great annihilation.

Body Language

I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.

Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.

So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.