Thursday, September 20, 2012


Okay, so that found poem I was writing about the other night? The one from the tenth grade?

Found it.


Date on the top corner: June 8, 1995.

I have saved just about every piece of work I've done since the 10th grade, so it was right in a file folder marked "novel work." Sometimes I have to marvel at my own nerdy tendencies. Kind of cool that I preserved so much of my past, though.

I was, however, wrong about the font. So there's that. It's a script font, not italic Times. CLOSE ENOUGH.

Hmm, what else?

E is out with Roo getting KFC for dinner. It has been that kind of day. Thursdays we start late so we can have meetings, and my stomach just does not understand why lunch comes at 12:45 instead of 12:00. By lunchtime I've had meetings, my regular classes, and already eaten anything within a ten-foot radius of my desk (which today happened to be an unfortunate amount of M&Ms left after a meeting yesterday. Oops.). Top that kind of late-eating, endless responsibility-filled long day with a fire drill (DURING A CLASS OF FRESHMEN), and you've got the recipe for one worn-out me.

Tomorrow's our first home football game, though, so I'm gonna go fake like I care about sports because what I DO care about is school spirit.

The end.

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