Thank You

To legwarmers - even in summer
Purple ones, green ones
Striped ones with buttons.

To site assessing
And riser duty - boo
Don't drop the electronic piano!

To meeting new people
Friendships that will never die
These memories will never fade.

To the best nine weekends
Challenging, but worth it
Practice ... practice ... concert.

It's go time guys <3

The Never-Ending Story

She sat on her bed, pen suspended over the pad of paper she was holding. She gazed thoughtfully, if not absent-mindedly, at the smiley face clock on her nightstand. It had been a birthday present from her sister. She wracked her brain for something, anything, that she could write down to destroy the blankness of the page. A blankness meant no story, and no story meant frustration. Until, that is, she wrote something down. An idea came to her, just as her favorite song came on over the radio. She scratched it down just in time to sing along with the las chorus of the tune. When she was done, she sat back and read her creation. Here is what she wrote:

(back to top)

What, can't you find the end?

Oh, Envelope

Envelopes are good at holding stuff
Except when they get rained on.
Then they get all soggy
And the stuff inside falls apart.

I wish I was an envelope
But not, cause envelopes fail when rained on.
I don't fail when I get rained on.

Haha Envelope, haha.

Manda > Envelope

I win :)

Eyes

They say eyes are like windows into your soul. Eyes expose the part of you that you hide away from the rest of the world. Eyes can let people in, and eyes can block people out. Eyes accede to light, but also to darkness.

Eyes can give away all your secrets, so you'd better watch out.

I dare you to look me in the eyes
That's where the deepest part of me resides
And I'm not the monster they made me out to be
So judge not on what you hear, but what you see
And don't walk away.

I see your footsteps in the sand
I can change, if you would only understand
What it's like to be me
I'm captive and free
Surrounded and alone
Please don't walk away.

On Growing Up

I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to grow up, I don't want to be mature, and I really don't want things to change anymore. I'm tired of things changing, so from now on, they're not allowed to. Things are just going to have to stay the same, and if Things have an issue with that, Things can suck it up!

No, I do want to grow up, to evolve, to become a new creation. But lately I'm kind of feeling like I don't know how. Like, I'm not ready to or I'm going to mess it up. How is anyone ever actially ready to grow up? Who decides that anyway? I don't know. I don't understand, and maybe this time that's okay? I mean, I'm used to not getting math, or bio, or chemistry or whatever, but life? I've always been pretty good at getting life. I sort of wish life had an answer key, because that would make it so much easier to understand.

Ecclesiastes 3 states: 'There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. God has made everything beautiful in it's time.'

Maybe growing up isn't something you can sort out or plan, maybe growing up just happens. In it's own time. Maybe my life doesn't have to be laid out step by step. Maybe I just have to be patient.

I never was good at patience.

Sleep

Rest, my dear
Surround yourself with the peaceful sounds of the night
Disappear into the wonderful world of Maybe
Let your weary soul fade
Into beautiful slumber, and dream.

Dream of far away lands
With radiant ponds
And shimmering rainbows
Skies alight with imagination
And delicate flowers in perfect bloom.

Feel the breeze flit through your hair
The sunbeams dance on your shoulder
Close your eyes, butterfly
Let night overcome the day
Let your dreams deliver you to Serenity.

Don't waste Tonight
Because Tomorrow will come in time.

Here Comes The Truck

Deconstruction of the human mind
Losing grip
Lines blurred between Actuality
And Dreams
When Fantasy is better than Reality
Imagination
Dissonance
Alone, in a dark room
Sorrow
Loss
But somehow, understanding
Acceptance
Harmony.

Realism and Perfection Cannot Live In Synch, My Friend

The Boy
The Boy that seems to never care
Nonchalant
Collected
Relaxed
The Boy that lives for the stage
The musician
The artist
The performer
The Boy that has the audience in the palm of his hand
Confident
Brave
Invincible.

He seems invincible
And in some ways he is but
He is still the Boy
Vulnerable
Insecure
Lonely.

My best friend.

I see what he is
What he will become, in time
The Boy
The Boy
The Man.

Observations from the Library

Tick, tick, tick.
No tock?
This clock makes queer noises.
One red chair, and it's brother.
(Because red chairs are always male.)
A student at a table.
Computers.
The new People magazine!
I will read it.

I just lost the Game.
I am ... determined.
Not a quitter.
Someone has texted me and I am hungry.
I want to snack.
I love Munch Mix :)

Don't forget ...

So I totally haven't posted in like, 4 months. And I'm for sure sorry about that. But it's not like I have scads of loyal followers or anything :P I dunno if anyone even reads this stuff. I mean like, everyone and their cat has a blog these days. So if you're reading this, that's cool, and I'm sorry for not writing sooner :)

So I'm in Bio right now. And I most definitely should be working on my genetic disorders project. But I'm feeling kinda ... bleh. I dunno. Not like, physically, just mentally. I don't really feel like working today. I know that's stupid, but I really can't help it. I worked really well yesterday, actually. The rest of the class misbehaved for the sub, but I was for sure on task, except for that three minutes on Facebook :P It's like, a teacher's rule. Whenever you give a class a work period on the computers, it's expected that at least some of them will spend a percentage of the time allotted on Facebook. For example, if I'm given 80 minutes of work period, I use perchance 15 of those 80 minutes up on Facebook. I'm hoping my Bio teacher isn't reading this :S

I'm listening to the new Demi Lovato album, it's absolutely awesome. It's a very good CD. She's got a stellar voice, how was she not discovered sooner??

Ack, principal >.<

Kay, so there's a ton of little kids in here too. Grade 10s I guess. They're in Computer Apps and it's like, mega boring. Haha at first I spelled borgin :D You have no idea how much that made me laugh. I actually LOLed, and people looked at me funny :S

(This post is becoming longer than I had planned.)

Ah, mail mergers. I recall learning about those. That was a good time and a half right there :P Poor little pukes. I mean ... angels? No, I definitely mean pukes. I for the most part loathe that class. They're all so friggin annoying! Well, not ALL of them. But like, 85% of them. It's like, okay, you're 15, how can you possibly think you're the coolest thing ever? I mean, you can barely drive :S It's stupid, three quarters of them have cells already. How gay is that? I got my first cell at like ... okay, I guess I was their age. But a) I was on pay-as-you-go (a bitch, btw) and b) Dad still monitored my usage and gave me heck if I went mega over my minutes. So like, how do these kids have unlimited this and unlimited that and unlimited everything that their parents pay for? WHAT ARE THEY LEARNING??

It's so much like Thor talking about how in Conrad's Heart of Darkness the main characters have no structure in their lives and so they all go crazy. SO basically, we're removing structure from these kids lives so they don't feel limited so that when they get out into the real world, they ... go crazy? Hmm. I'm sensing a flaw in this plan :S This is for sure not the American Dream.

Regardless. I'm outta here. I have like a ton of stuff to do and I should have been doing it instead of writing this freaking novel :P

Later days!
Manda/Adnam, because I don't discriminate against the dyslexic