Can't feel hands...house so cold...fssssshhhh....

Anywho, Columbine Poetry Society is holding a Poetry Contest. I be entering with my poem about war. 'Why that one?' one may question.
Because I want it to be more known, because of this comment from 'BigBadRon' on PCLA.

"One would hope that some of our troops in harms way as we speak could be able to read this poem
They could know that at least one person has thought deeply about these issues and has labored to produce such a fine poem about soldiers,how and why they find a way to do what they have to do.And how they manage to maintain their humanity thru such horriblle experiences. "

So....yeah. I'll be working on revising the poem a bit. *Holds a pencil between upper lip and nose.* Hmm.

I hated Breaking Dawn. Just wanted to say that. I haven't even finished it, but I hate it.

Now...let's see...let's see....I haven't written enough yet.

Oh, oh, I should post that Gold Rush journal I made for History. I need more stuff on here. My DA is boringggg....boriiiing....

They should make it that we can change the colors. I'd love that my page be black and red instead. That would make it so much better.

So glad things have calmed down. This last week at school has probably been my absolute most stressful week since I've been in highschool. Yet, unlike in Middle school, I haven't cried blood, sweat, and tears about it.

Amazing.

Maybe I'm getting tougher.




Hah, I wouldn't count on it.

Ah'm just as weak and lilly-livered as always.

Well, thats about it. See ya.