a poem, real this time.

I am about to start typing a poem, from scratch. It is about travel. Here goes:

Sunrise on the big boat.
4:30 a.m. up time. I'm supposed to go back to sleep as we fly on the tarmac north to
Tobermory.
It's 6:00 all of a sudden.
The anticipation keeps me awake.
I know there's going to be a light soon.
On the boat, that's when it comes.
Across the endless Lake the pink and yellow shocks the world
Like a 90's jogging suit.
Good morning God, Mom, and Dad. We are on our way.
To beauty, to endless fields, to mountains so high the sun never rises or sets on them.
Except for the one with the Indian in it.
And in the shade of that mountain
God moves. I move. The world moves. My family moves.
Does anyone ever stay still?

with help from Justine and Sina

"Ode to dessert"
Dessert is spelled with 2 "S" 's
And it can make many messes.
Desert has one less "S"
But sand can still be a mess.
It fills up all the cracks
Fills my stomach to the max.
Trifle and crisp and chocolatey stuff
I don't thik i can get enough.
Whipped cream is so delectable,
But not very digestible.
It might give you a quadruple bypass
(One time I saw a timid fish ... it was a shy bass)
It is pretty high in cholesterol,
But I don't care, it is the best of all.

imagine...

Imagine I walked up to you and punched you in the face, and then said "just kidding!". Would it still hurt? Would our friendship be the same as it was before? At camp there is a "no-d" zone. I'm trying to make my life a "no-d" zone, just to see what will happen. It will be hard, I've already failed miserably a few times. So pray for me please. And don't be afraid to tell me if I'm making you feel like I don't love you as much as I do.

writing

today i sat down after spending a marginal amount of time on my physix homework and wrote a letter to no one in particular. i sealed it, and will open it in three years. it has a zillion different themes in it. most of them have to do with clothes though. i'm kind of a clothesgeek. i get a large kick out of when people have a correctly tied tie for example, with a nicely shaped triangle at the top and an appropriate length. it kills me, as holden would say. so anyway, it's interesting how i could sit down and write 6 pages of handwriting about my clothes, and how they are tied into the events of my life. i have too many clothes, but i need new shoes.

i have too many clothes, but i need new shoes.

see you later.

I have a blogspot blog!
This is wierd, I just clicked on the or something like that button, and here I am!
Things I've noticed:
I have the same colour scheme as Ryan. I should work on that, but I probably won't.
I'm sick of xanga advertisements.
I think that i should start writing on here.
I kind of like death cab. Not a whole lot, but a little.
I do not have the ability to play drums.
I keep writing about myself.
I talk too much.
In other news...
My Ipod works again! Magical.