poetry, homecoming, my dearest
01/16/2003 08:41 p.m.
I tried to sit and write a poem. There are a lot of feelings going on right now with me so I thought maybe something would come. It didn't. Hm. Just proves you can't force poetry.

I'm done with my long day. Woohoo. I'm going home tomorrow. And to homecoming. Which, really, I'm only looking forward to because I'll get to see Simeon, Jonna and Jared (I presume). If other kids from my class are present, that'd be joyous too. But I doubt there'll be many. Doug's not coming. That's disappointment #1. But I haven't seem Sim in a long while, so that's awesome. I wonder if any booooooys'll be there? (I'm referencing Mike Bedzyk, Matt Norris, Stephen Lee... guys who are basically mythology to me at this point.) That would be neat, but I don't think I'd even say anything to them. Except Matt maybe. But Mike? "Hi! I'm the seventh grade girl who liked you when you were a senior. You probably hated me. I was a big dork around you. A big dork in general, really." So there you go.

Maybe today wasn't such a busy day for my dearest? How do I hope! Yesterday was, and it resulted in "unkind speech" or something similar. My horoscope knows all. It's true. Ah! He's IMing me now! Joy!

Well, I'm going to go do something productive. Maybe. Maybe not. Bye bye!
I am currently Dorky
I am listening to kids talking