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English=art.
We drew pictures of literary devices in poems today. My group had "Out, Out-" by Robert Frost. Our "pretty" picture consisted of:
a stick boy with spikey hair and a hand that was cut off (drawn by Sarah M and colored by Nicole)
a stick woman washing her hands with the thought bubble 'out out', a purple/hot-pink skirt, and labelled Lady McB (drawn by Sarah, colored by me and Nicole)
the word allusion (written by Sarah, made pretty by Nicole)
iambic pentameter (made pretty by me)
the title of the poem (sarah's handywork)
Robert Frost (written sideways by me and going into Lady McB's box)
Baker kind of backed away slowly from us and talked from a distance when she saw Sarah's "prettyful" rough draft. Then, when we were almost finished, we told her she has to hang it up for Open House. She said she would.
In a back closet somewhere.
lol
Ha ha, so at school they're obssessing about MySpace and stuff. And I keep getting friends requests from random school ppls. And then there was this one girl from my elementary school who just randomly sent me a friends request. I haven't gone to that school for 5 years. And it was weird, but I know her so I just accepted it. half my friends don't talk to me anyway. I just talk to Sara and Amy mostly. Sometimes Stefan, Charlotte, and Patrick, but not so much. I <3 my friends.
I was looking up the signs of the zodiac today just to see what all the months are for each, and I ended up on a sight with explanations and personalities for each. I ended up laughing so hard it wasn't even funny. I fall into Virgo (though I was supposed to be born on October 9) and it was like someone interviewed me to write the thing. Well, almost. There's the part about being a total neat-freak and a hygieneic person, which I'm not. Okay, I like lists and I constantly reorganize my Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards in some new order that sometimes i don't even understand, but they're talking really neat. I hate it when other people are messy. It makes me just want to fix everything up nice and neat, which I can usually resist doing. Usually. But one of the things is that Virgos are often worriers and hypochondriacs. Me, I don't like to think I'm sick. I hate missing school and I only miss any if I'm too miserable to go. Even then I try to make it through a few classes. I am a worrier. Test grades, what everyone thinks of me, if my best friend is mad at me, you name it, I probably worry about it.
But anyway, the other ones I read (or scanned as I was too tired to read) didn't match the people I know. I read Libra (which was supposed to be me and is my mom), it didn't go at all. I read Saggitarius (my cousin Jacob) and almost died laughing it was so stupidly WRONG (well, okay not completely, but the only thing that matched was optimism). And then whichever inclues the beginning of February (my aunt) was so totally wrong I could've died laughing.
I cannot wait until I get back to the library. There is this new book I want to get. I saw it in the book order, but given the subject matter, I can't very well ask my mom to get it. It's by Patricia McCornick. I read an excerpt from it, and I want to read it all, to devour it like I did Uglies and Pretties.
Maybe-maybe none of what's going on makes any sense, especially not this, not this. It's scary if you don't understand why, don't understand how, but when you reach that understanding, a whole new world opens up in your mind and you see more than you'd ever dreamed, ever imagined. The feeling you get-the sharp pain first, the dull pain the next day-is horrible and wonderful in the same instant. Not good for playing frisbee, which requires use of your entire hand and some serious wrist action, but even that's tolerable. As long as you remember why and how.
"I can't do this on my own. I'm letting go, so give me one more chance. Save me from this road I'm on."
~nepie
 nepie · Thu Apr 13, 2006 @ 12:40am · 0 Comments |
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