Freak

It has been some time since i have posted.

(Time out -
why does it feel like I begin all my blog entries with that sentence??)

anyway, people [mainly preston] have been bugging me to hurry and post something new, because it's been like five months .. shameful..
too bad.
anyway.. yesterday and the day before was region speech and debate. sheesh, i didn't do all that well [although i'd thought i had]. i missed qualifying for state by ONE LOUSY SHEESHING POINT! aaaaaargggggghhhhhhhh. i was mad. i still am kind of bummed out by that, but whatever. besides, i've got next year and the year after and the year after. X_X hahaha. it's gonna be a party.
i'm working out my tennis skillzz way hardcore, and hoping to make varsity this year as a sophomore.
ummm..
i just sent an email to keith, my cousin. and he's on a mission in Japan.
umm..
idk..
sheesh.
my life should seriously be more interesting, you know.
i have the greatest friends ever. some of them, anyway.. sheesh.
although i did submit to another poetry contest .. and i submitted this one:

amid
--//--
a twig snapped and a dry leaf crackled
beneath my feet
so i turned to see who followed
so we could meet;

i found but no one on my trail,
although i sought;
and thought that there was a ghost,
and felt distraught;

if surely there were someone, he'd
himself reveal.
but i continued on my way,
my heart to heal.

--//--

i like it.
:]

Holy crow I need to post..

Alright. well, hey you all. HAHA! i don't know what to write about. random things that pop into my head:

a) koala "bears"
b) sperch..
c) peanut butter!
d) speech.
e) Poggs [that's my iPod, y'all.]
f) my short story deadline AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
g) my weekend
h) flirting incessantly on facebook and otherwise with cute cadets i met over my weekend
i) ummm
j) shopping
k) pumpkin pie

take your pick and leave me a comment, i shall elaborate further if anyone even cares enough to read about my life anymore.. lol.. :]

i bid you all a "peace out" and regret to say that i must hit the sack.

g'night..

I wrote a poem a few days ago.. It was completely random but has proved somehow to relate to Robert Frost's poem (The Impulse) that I published in my last post. Well, at least I think it does. See for yourself.


amid
-//-
a twig snapped and a dry leaf crackled
beneath my feet
and i looked back to see who followed
so we could meet;

i found but no one on my trail
although i sought,
and wondered if there was a ghost
and felt distraught;

if surely there were someone he'd
himself reveal.
but i continued on my way,
my heart to heal.



All right. And please leave me comments!

Moving right along, on Friday was our homecoming game. We lost to the San Juan Broncos, but it's all good. I'm not especially heartbroken, truth be told. As soon as Tommy sends me a few more pics I can post 'em on here to show you guys.

I'm pretty bored right now. I guess I'll tell about yesterday, our little "motif-y weenie shebang" or in other words, last night we had a campfire shebang with our YW &YM of the Axtell 2nd Branch (Spanish Branch). It was very fun! I told a couple scary stories and got spooked out myself a few times after that. It was real dark except for the fire and Anna sat on the end, then me, then Lilly and Macklin. It was a sortof different dynamic because Lilly and Macklin were holding hands and me and Anna were just sitting there listening to scary stories and laughing our heads off and singing campfire songs, but that's all right. I guess we needed the time to reconcile because a couple days earlier we got into a little verbal altercation.

Sunday Mornings are the bomb. Just kidding. But they can be good at select times. :] lol.

Random Thoughts that keep popping into my head..

Hey y'all! It's been quite some time since i've posted. I guess you're all just dying to know how my life's going, (ha, ha ha.) so I'll fill you in on the really exciting things that have been happening lately.

Pretty much, nothing.

Except for the fact that I've started high school.. and all the stuff that comes with THAT package. Blah. Just kidding. it's actually been a lot of fun.



Right now, it's early Sunday evening and I'm lounging around, songwriting, Journaling, and taking notes on Robert Frost's poetry and prose. A lot of his stuff is, to be frank, boring - the guy doesn't seem to have a hugely complex vocabulary or anything. I bet he didn't do so well in English. Also, a lot of his work seems to concern things that would normally play some type of minor role in most peoples' lives but are never fully brought to attention of any sort. I think it's interesting - I once read that his goal was to find things that people would never have found any inspiration in, and to make poetry - all sorts of poetry - out of it.. to find inspiration in the insignificant parts of life. I think it's kind of neat in a way.

I was highlighting excerpts from his various journals and notebooks when I stumbled upon this poem I found particularly intriguing. I even googled it and found a digital version so you good souls who read my blog every couple months can enjoy it as well (and try to figure out what i see in it) - read on.

V. The Impulse


It was too lonely for her there,
And too wild,
And since there were but two of them,
And no child,

And work was little in the house,
She was free,
And followed where he furrowed field,
Or felled tree.

She rested on a log and tossed
The fresh chips,
With a song only to herself
On her lips.

And once she went to break a bough
Of black alder.
She strayed so far she scarcely heard
When he called her--

And didn't answer--didn't speak--
Or return.
She stood, and then she ran and hid
In the fern.

He never found her, though he looked
Everywhere,
And he asked at her mother's house
Was she there.

Sudden and swift and light as that
The ties gave,
And he learned of finalities
Besides the grave.


And now I'm reflecting on that, and pondering all the meanings that it could have. I'd like extra insight on it though. Any ideas/ interps on this, I'd be glad to explore them. Leave comments.

For you avid fans of my SO effort as well, I can't report much in this area. Progress is not applicable. Wait a few weeks, and I might have something then.

Over the weekend I was asked by my dear friend what I like about him, because he's "a dork". My reply was something along the lines of "i have no idea - a mysterious appeal, no doubt." That induced laughter and an agreement.. "Mysterious, all right." Maybe it's true. Oh, well. At least I've not been accused of being reasonably sane.

I happened upon an interesting quote the other day:

"Sometimes the only way to get respect is to demand it."

A little bit of food for thought, that. I guess it makes a lot more sense when you think about all those people who get so frustrated or depressed because they can't claim any respect for themselves.