A Poem

So Gerrit this is for you.  You said that you wanted to read one of my poems.  If you make fun of me or try to convince me that it is good I will punch you.

The poem is called Blue Rose

Oh Blue Rose Oh Blue Rose How did you become so?

Did man kind paint you or were you dipped in a rainbow?

My Dear part of your question is quite very true

Man kind did not paint me but did make me blue

They told me I was lovely when I was a red rose

And would stop others from squashing me with their many toes

They plucked me and forced me to look pretty and proud

But they slowly were killing me, for my roots were left in the ground

Then I began to turn brown and was attracting the flies

They threw me in a garbage pile with no thank yous or goodbyes

A bird came a long and flew me across the open sky

Then a big storm blew me from the grasp of that feathery guy

From a high hieght I tumbled past the trees to right here

Where I have been alone and unwanted for quite a few years

Left alone to sulk in my sorrows and nothing else to do

After some time my tears turned my brown pedals to blue

What not to do at a fake red carpet event

I went to a school event called MACE.  Don't ask me what it stands for, I don't have an answer.  I found a couple a friends in the hallway and offered to drive them to MACE.  Well, we all get there early to get seats; then the films didn't start until a half an hour after they were suppose to.  So Becky, my friend that I picked up, and I are sitting next to each other (which is the worst thing that theater could allow).  This combined with the boredom and the energy building up inside was a disaster waiting to happen. 

So after a few films there was a blank screen for the longest time.  Becky and I make some random comment that neither one of us can remember what it was and just start laughing.  We then laugh louder because we are laughing at each others laughs.  Everyone by now can hear us and join in on our laughter; which makes Becky and I laugh harder.  So by the end of the blank screen people were making comments and asking why we were laughing for us to reply with tears in our eyes, "Get us out of you heads...it's kinda dirty in there"

Luner Eclipse

For me the moon symbolizes dreams and hope.  This summer I'm going to China; yes I'm super excited, but today was probably one of the worst days and made me think twice about going.

So, for me to go to China I have to get all these shots.  This is not something on my top-things-to-do list; actually I'm terrified of needles.  So to start off my day I know that I have to go get shots; to make things better it is snowing like crazy in April; and to top things off I think I was smarter then the gal giving me the shots.

I walk in early to get my shots; the lady is 15min late because of the weather...understandable.  But she had to call people to see what shots she was suppose to give me, had to read forms on how to give me the shots, kept on losing the bandaids, and on top of that left the needles right next to me.

I almost ran out of the room saying screw China.  So then once I explain to her that I have a needle fear she tries to distract me; but she ends up distracting herself more then me.  It takes her forever just to put the damn needle in my arm because  she is so damn busy waving the needles around in her hand.

Then she makes me watch a movie once the shots are over, but she doesn't even know how to setup the TV.  THE TV!!!!  So, with my sore arms I ended up setting up the TV to play the dumbest, oldest movie in the world. 

I hate school doctors.

Oh the things you can see...

So, 

I work as a outdoor cashier; 85% of the time it's boring and I just go into day dream mode and dream about all the food I wish I could be eating at the register.  But 15% of the time I get to see some ridiculous things.

One night a man walks into the outside yard and the moment I saw him I could not stop from laughing.  I felt bad and tried to control myself, but the closer he got the harder I laughed because I was able to see his outfit more clearly.  He had an awsome mohawk going on, but he was wearing an orange and maroon striped shirt, with black short shorts, knee high socks, fancy dress shoes, and was covered in mud from head to toe. 
His outfit was atrocious, but this guy was lean and super hot, but I still couldn't help but laugh at him. 

The reason he came in was to get the moss for his lizards; and I can't help but ask through my giggles, "what's with the get-up?" He replies, "Well, I had to go to work today; that's why I have fancy shoes on.  Then I had rugby right after work, and if my team won this game it would lead us into the playoffs.  We all made a deal if that happened we would all cut our hair to create mohawks."  I guess it's safe to say that his team won.  But in the end I did manage to get his number.