| english forces me to skip lunch and write poems |
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and thus, i shall never become anorexic.
i skipped lunch today. not because i think i'm fat or anything. in
fact, i told russell to buy me a cookie from the cafeteria, because
that's the only thing you can get that you can transport with you back
to class in your pocket. i, however, had to spend lunch in the latin
classroom to finish homework for english, my next class, that i
couldn't do because i needed books on john lennon and i couldn't get to
a library til yesterday because i was busy doing region orchestra stuff
that ate my friday afternoon and my entire saturday. almost all the
libraries are closed on sunday, too, so we had to drive downtown. and
then it turned out that we weren't actually doing anything in english
today, other than watching duck soup. but i digress. apparently the
cookie wasn't enough, because i got home today with a massive headache,
so i opened the pantry door to get some ibuprofen and i fell over.
just, the room decided it felt like a change, so it turned upside down,
then decided it didn't like it, turned rightside up, and left me
sitting on the floor feeling very confused about what had just
happened. possibly one of the most frightening experiences of my life.
i promptly ate a banana thereafter.
"you are home alone, taking a shower, when you hear a noise outside the door..."
home alone, taking a shower,
hear a noise outside the door.
turn off the water, pull back the curtains,
water drips onto the floor.
tiptoe, turn the handle,
careful not to make a sound.
wear a towel, stick out your head,
see what all is to be found.
scared past words, search the house,
will you look at that!
stitting there, all furry and small,
is nothing but a little cat.
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