I Thought I Wouldn't Waste My Weekend Like I Did Previously.
Here I Am Again.
Procrastination And Dullness Have Got Me.
I Love Laying Around And Sleeping And Such,
But There's This Little Voice Inside My Head Screaming:
'You Have To Do Things In Two Days! Make The Best Of Your Time Right Now, And Enjoy Yourself!'
But I Find Myself Completely Benign, And Unable To Reason With Myself To Do Anything.
I Actually Went Out And Rented A Video Game.
I Don't Think I'll Play It...
I Tried, And Then I Quickly Became Bored And Indecisive.
My Sister And Her Friend Reasembled My Room.
I've Been Sleeping In My Uncle's Old Room Ever Since He Was Arrested,
So When Her Friend Needed A Place To Stay, They Chose My Room.
It Irritated Me To See That They Had Taped Pictures Of Her Friend Over
The Prayer Card A Guy Gave Me From Church, My Neat Fortune, And My Postcard.
I Just Said 'I Hope You're Aware You're Not Leaving It Like This...'
I Would Be Embarassed If Anyone Saw Purses Hanging On A Coat-Rack, Pink Flowery-Pillows And Precious Moments Figurines Lined Up On Che's Tank, All Conviniantly Located In My Room...
I Changed My Profile Around, But Then I Saw Haru Did Her's Too,
So I Went Back And Changed My Multimedia From 'Lilium' To 'Nannou'.
I Wanted To Get 'Pancake Lizard', But They Have Nothing For It.
I Felt Really Ashamed Of Myself For Not Being On To Earn Money To Buy Gifts.
But Then, I Thought About It And Realised That None Of My Friends Are Sure Of What They Want.
But Even That Makes Me Feel Ashamed Because I Found Comfort In That Idea; But Then Thought That I Should Simply Buy A Gift Anyways.
I'm So Uninterested In Everything.
I Mean, It's Nice To Laze Around, But I Want To Do Something;
The Adrenaline Is Pumping, But There's Nothing To Do.
So, I Was Reading About Salvadore Dali, Tristian Tzara, And Franz Kafka And My Dad Comes Down And Says
'What The Hell Are You Looking At!?!'
Like He Thinks I'm Looking At Something Bad Or Something.
I Said 'Salvadore Dali. What's It To You?'
And He Chews Me Out For 'Being Disrespectful.'
I Said "And Asking 'What The Hell I'm Doing' Isn't?"
He Kind Of Frustrates Me Sometimes.
I Know He Means Well And He's A Good Guy,
But Sometimes We Just Don't See Eye-To-Eye.
I Was bored So I Made Fudge.
It Is Remarkably Easy, But I Had A Few Pieces And
Feel Like I Should Work Out An Extra Day.
I Was All Excited To See If My Mother Liked It,
But She Came Down And Said 'Everyone At Church Loved Them, Zack.'
And I Just Kind Of Said 'Okay, Whatever...'
They Wern't Supposed To Be For Anyone Else But Them.
But I Felt Bad For Thinking That Way, Seeing As They Went To A Church.
I Had This Crazy Idea For A Poem About The Crusades.
You Know, The Wars Where The Christian Forces Killed A Bunch Of People?
I Felt That Was Rather Atrocious And I Didn't Like The Idea Of A 'Holy' War.
So I Wrote This Little Poem At Like, 2:38 AM Right Before Trying To Sleep.
'The Holy Father Doth Be Our Guide,
Standing Together Side-By-Side.
We Bow In Prayer And Spread Pain.
But For For Thy Honored, Holy Name.
And They March, Just As We Do,
But They March Two-By-Two.
Bow To The Deceased And Long Gone.
But As We See It, Their Ways Are Wrong.
Rid Them Of Their Unclean Sin.
Strike Them Down, Slay Thy Kin.
Pray To Heavens, Each The Other,
Then Raise Thy Blade And Strike Another.
The Land, Swathed By Red Tide.
Heavens Above, Where Be Thy Guide?
Holy And Righteous Doth Be Thy Word?
The Cries Of The Dying Fall Unheard.'
Standing Together Side-By-Side.
We Bow In Prayer And Spread Pain.
But For For Thy Honored, Holy Name.
And They March, Just As We Do,
But They March Two-By-Two.
Bow To The Deceased And Long Gone.
But As We See It, Their Ways Are Wrong.
Rid Them Of Their Unclean Sin.
Strike Them Down, Slay Thy Kin.
Pray To Heavens, Each The Other,
Then Raise Thy Blade And Strike Another.
The Land, Swathed By Red Tide.
Heavens Above, Where Be Thy Guide?
Holy And Righteous Doth Be Thy Word?
The Cries Of The Dying Fall Unheard.'
I Tried To Make It Spiteful And Sarcastic, Dispite That It Was Slightly Aimed At My Own Beliefs.
I Suppose That's A Bad Thing To Do...
But So Is Killing Someone; That's A Bad Thing Too, So I Thought It Kind Of Justified Itself.
So, I Also Took A Picture Of Myself Today.
I've Got One Heck Of A Goofy Smile On, And I Look Just A Bit Paranoid In The Picture, But Hey, It's A Picture!
Maybe I'll Be Able To Post It Here?
I Look Kind Of Stupid, But Let Me Assure You, I Usually Look Much Cooler =/
I Kind Of Wish I Had A Cat...
I Was Curled Up In my Bed, Listening To Music, Eating Honeycomb Cereal.
Most Content I've Been In Like, Four Weeks...
And I Just Felt Kind Of Lonely, The
'Gee, I Wish I Had Something Warm To Snuggle With' Kind Of Lonely =/
My Dogs Keep Leaving Me Whenever My Mother Comes Down Here.
Sheila Called Today.
She Told Us That They've Figured Out That Bobby's Death Was Accidental.
I Got To Talk To Her Today, And I Found Out, Sadly, Her Son Had Many Of The Same Interests As Me In His Older Age.
I Told Her That I Was 'Sorry For Her Loss, And Am Praying For You.'
I Tried To Sound Mature, Yet Heartfelt.
I'm Worried Terribly For Cherry As Well.
I Don't Even Know What Has Happened,
But A Deep Ominious Sense Of Something Terrible
Tells Me That It's Something More Than As Bad As She Said.
She Cancled Her Trip To Kentucky, And She's Been Looking Forward To That Forever.
I've Been Praying For Her Too, I Hope Whatever Has Happened Will Heal.
Either Way, I Think This About Sums Up Everything.
-Chalkie.
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... They changed the recipie for that stuff. crying