Poetry

I'm not feeling like writing all that much. well, I am, but I can't think of anything to say. So, I thought I'd share some of my *wonderful* poetry.

Bobbing for Apples

The path is dark,

eerie,

the door creaks open and you are confronted with

apples

bob, bob, bobbing in water.

green, red

stop, go

go for an apple

stop before you get wet

Crunch

someone won,

biting into sweet flesh,

cold juice runs down her chin.

apples.

Yeah.. ok, so its not the greatest poem ever.. but I rock at doing presentations!

Hmm, I have one other poem.. but no one ever really seems to get it.

I was going to ramble on here for a while. I need a subject. I've opened like five windows in messenger, but no-one is really speaking to me- Adam is blatantly ignoring me, John isn't paying attention, Jak didn't speak after I'd asked my question (ie are you doing Secret santa?) and Chris just.. stopped talking. I feel so unloved. Also rather frantic (but ignoring it all) because I have (wow, Johns speaking) (we are back to doing our whole :) :) :) thing. we take it turn about.. its a rather odd one. And he said hes boycotting it (Ie, MSN)- so I'll have no one to talk to........ :( *sniff*) an assesment tomorrow and a hard passage of Artaud to read as well as an essay or two due for wednesday.. I'm soo screwed.

Hmmmm.

tarrumbdedum. oh my giddy aunt. well, I've now got (well, I'll have it next week) my red cross first aid certificate. wow, I have quite alot of random medically things.. none of which have much/any relevance to my real life.. oh well.

ok, I'm off now..

night all.