so i have decided to return and post a well,just something.
This new years seemed to be one of the best i have ever had. Maybe it was the excitement, or the thought of actually counting down the last moments of 2006, or maybe even the fact of spending it with some of the best friends i have ever had. Those others at the guys sleep over we totally owned you in the best party ever! did you actually catch the end of new year this time? remember the time when w started the year off 5 mins late because of the clock that was mmm five minuites off? oh man haha
So we have another week to waste and what to do?
I got this book for crismas from my moms friend and it has some great stuff in it. My moms friend is a little weird to be honest, but then again, we are all a little weird. Anyways she loves to argue with me...alot so i dunno why she got this book for be. It kinda suprised me, but that is beside the point. This book has some awesome poems in it. Like this one....
SUSPICION
A teenager-
closely watched by store security
As to avoid any kind of larceny
throgh his eyes this kid is surely a theif
He surveys her every move
Waiting for the act
So that he can catch her and set her straight
Straight, unlike her tousled bright red hair
He sakes his head in dissaproval
Does she expect people not to stare?
With her graffiti coloured,
over sized jeans ; to wide
black clunky boots; to high
topping it off with nothing at all;
tight tiny shirt, much to small
thick silver chains
her jewlery no doubt
make it easy tokeep track of her whereabouts
thanks to the annoying sound they chime
they look rediculous as though enslaving her
forcing her to go out in public as she does
and yet, she seems confident
proud of her image
security guard wonders when she will grow up
he paces back and forth-impatiently
as if waiting for her to make the change
to "maturity"
before exiting the store
An adult-
walks by with grace and class
lengthly long buisness woman in designer clothing
avoiding eye contact
dodging shoppers
heading directly towards theback of the isle
The security guard finally remembers his objective
and searches for a young girl
who seems to have cleverly slipped away
he listens for rhe sounds of the chains
but everything is instantly drowned out
by the sound of the alarm system
JUSTICE
with a smirk of satisfaction, he turns to face
the scene to catch a glimpse
of the culprit
And as she lowers her blonde head
in shame
the read-headed teenager pays for her
blue nail polish
and this is usually what older people think of most teenagers.
Why are people so critical of us?