Post by Brianna Lorings on Sept 10, 2006 14:27:38 GMT
All right, all right, so it isn't the end of summer. But you still can't deny, school's starting up very soon, and I am definitely not ready. Really, what if I misplace my homework, or do something wrong on the first day? Ugh. I'm doomed to live my first week at school as an insecure person.
But hey, ah well. Let's talk about my summer so I won't forget anything...not that there's very much to talk about.
I've been home with my dad most of the summer, spending 'extra quality time' with him. It really wasn't a bad experience, actually. We went to a few muggle theme-parks, and with all honesty, they were very enjoyable. I've been spending a bit more time with the Muggle children around here, catching up on my reading and writing...in fact, I have a fair rough draft tidbit-y thing of a poem I wrote. Wanna see it? Of course you do.
"Mesmerized"
Is it love?
What other explanation is there? How could it be,
You seeming so ordinary before,
Yet so friendly now? So amazingly indescribable,
Standing out against the crowd,
Even when you do not intend to.
Have my emotions blinded me? Do you feel
The same?
Of course not. So oblivious to my feelings, yet so
Perfect...
Yes, it's mushy and clichéd and unfinished...well, I have a copy of it finished, but I am not going to put it in here. The last few lines are complete giveaways, and if this journal fell into the wrong hands...I don't even want to think about it.
Besides, I can't finish it now...Dad wants to teach me how to play a Muggle game called 'Poker'. Muggles come up with such funny names for their games.
So...see ya!
But hey, ah well. Let's talk about my summer so I won't forget anything...not that there's very much to talk about.
I've been home with my dad most of the summer, spending 'extra quality time' with him. It really wasn't a bad experience, actually. We went to a few muggle theme-parks, and with all honesty, they were very enjoyable. I've been spending a bit more time with the Muggle children around here, catching up on my reading and writing...in fact, I have a fair rough draft tidbit-y thing of a poem I wrote. Wanna see it? Of course you do.
"Mesmerized"
Is it love?
What other explanation is there? How could it be,
You seeming so ordinary before,
Yet so friendly now? So amazingly indescribable,
Standing out against the crowd,
Even when you do not intend to.
Have my emotions blinded me? Do you feel
The same?
Of course not. So oblivious to my feelings, yet so
Perfect...
Yes, it's mushy and clichéd and unfinished...well, I have a copy of it finished, but I am not going to put it in here. The last few lines are complete giveaways, and if this journal fell into the wrong hands...I don't even want to think about it.
Besides, I can't finish it now...Dad wants to teach me how to play a Muggle game called 'Poker'. Muggles come up with such funny names for their games.
So...see ya!
