Too lucky

Wow.

How lucky

and ignorant

am

I.

Cocooned in

a world

of

opportunity

and

so much freedom

I am

entirely

ignorant of

the situations

most of the people

which I share this world with.

-Recorders remaining upright in the presence of a clarinet-

Lazy

Seems I post just as much on holidays

as I do during term.

I hate you homework!

Why oh why oh why?

-Phones self-dialing for amusement-

.

Have you

ever felt

as if a

really good friend

just wasn't

that good anymore?

Like you

used to be

two perfectly fitting

puzzle pieces

but somehow

the puzzle pieces

have gotten grainy

and the fitting parts

just don't fit anymore?

-Ballerinas dance off cliffs with a cigarette in their mouths-

Holidays!

The holidays

are finally here!

And I don't know

what to do in it.

What a waste.

-Reggae singers trip on their shoelaces and blame the clarinet player-

A twisted tale

The leaves sway in time

to the quite sobbing

of a jellyfish

in an inland lake.

Rainforests bloom along its sides

the cowboys riding by

with a lasso in hand.

Tigers prowl the icy wastelands

that lie beyond the rainforests,

while the psychologist consults

a grizzly bear on

how to catch fish

during the winter.

Huntsmen are rushing to

catch up to the huntswomen

with spears at the ready,

eyeing the saber-toothed tigers.

-The lollipops stroll peacefully through these landscapes-

You meet my cat!

Remember Chowder Felis?

Well,

he died when I painted him...

*sob sob*

And he's ear's had operation

after operation

but it just keeps chipping.

I'm sorry

In loving memory

of my chowder.

High

When

you

jump

on

a

trampoline.

You

can

go

really

high.

And loose yourself

in the heavens above.

And straddle your way to

sporting acclaim

in your class.

-Straddles unraveling and crashing into pottery-

Sad

Last minute rushing.

I always leave my assignments

til the night before

to finish.

I know it's a habit

I shouldn't be proud of,

but I'm too lazy to bother with anything else.

My friend's been bullied bad.

Time for revenge.

-Manuscripts cursing those who wrote them and left them at the publishers-

ARGH!

Sweaty palms

feeling nauseous

darting eyes

feeling fidgety

crinkling every piece of paper within reach

and stumbling across every word spoken.

ARGH!

Debating-

-The combination of giving
extremely posh impromptu speeches
and arguing in that very same posh manner-

I hate stages, public speaking

and

anything else that involves being the centre of attention

and improvisation all at once.

Apart from maybe when

I have an instrument in hand but

stages are still as scary.

-Knees giving way and getting a drink from the bubblers-

Sorry again

I forgot,

that's probably the third or fourth time.

Occasionally,

I just sit in front of the computer

doing nothing

with my bass in my lap.

So much homework.

I hate homework.

We already spend enough time at school,

Why the extra intrusion into our private lives?

-Polar bears lick at the ice and smirk-

Books

Good books

snare and capture you.

They won't let you go

you can't get them off.

They haunt you

and tease you

daring you to put them down.

I admit I am a slave

to these abominable creatures.

-Good books running around and chasing the unwary-

Again

I forgot

again.

It seems I've lost it.

You may say

-Yes, you have, why do I bother reading these ridiculous blogs?-

or

-Whatever, I don't care-

and neither do I.

-Cartwheels going wrong and drowning themselves-

Annoying

I find it annoying

when people

try to get as many

'friends'

as possible on

social networking sites.

It completely destroys

the meaning of friend.

Is it humanly possible

to have 954 friends?

-Popsicles carving figure eights at the local ice rink-

A slip

My mother

fell

with a thud

in the kitchen.

How very painful.

Fortunately

she came away

with only a bruised hand.

-Penguins huddling around to gossip in the winter blizzards-

Empty day

Nothing much happened today.

Card making

requires concentration

and skill

with a pair of scissors.

So does being an assassin.

-Winged horses swooping and dozing among the clouds-

Brooks

Swimming is

four times

as tiring as

running.

I personally like running

for I have no stamina at all

and I have a fear of water.

Sad to say isn't it?

-Brooks flirting with the riverbank-

Nothing to say

I forgot.

Yesterday.

I've nothing to say

and shan't say much more.

-Earthquakes snaking through crammed cities-

Excitement

I'm excited

for tomorrow

I have another of my school's

controlled and conformed "excursions"

Anyway

someone who was in my year 4 class

has passed away.

My deepest sympathies.

-Globes spinning and crashing into teachers-

We meet again

I took a break

I did not abandon this blog

now

you might be expecting

I am full of stories to tell you

but I am not.

So

you'll be hearing from me a lot more soon.

-Fairies giggling and drowning in a sea of sulfuric acid-