Wednesday

Nothing here to fear
I'm just sitting around
being foolish when there
is work to be done
Jjust a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our Persian
we call Cajun on a Wednesday

so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been
keeping
Though you say you're
not a Templar man

Seems as if we're
circling for very
different reasons
But one day the Eagle
has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day
in the usual way
Then think
-- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say

No one's at the door
You suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I can't put my
finger on --
is Thumbalina size 10
on a Wednesday --
~*~"Wednesday" Tori Amos

Oh my gosh, I'm posting 2 days in a row! What has gotten into me?! Or rather, how in the world did I get my parents to let me get online 2 days in a row? I have no idea.

Anywho. So yeah. No school today. But I was over at Jordan's from 11 to 5, working on the geometry project. Ok, we worked on the priject from 12:30 to 4. Close enough. You can't expect us to work all the time!

I wonder what I've done wrong. For you see, in ways unknown to others, I am punished for their actions. Because they get in trouble, I can't hang out with them. So then what am I to do? I write poems. Long laments about all sorts of things, that I later feel stupid for writing. But whatever.

Isn't it strange how peopel change over time? And so much, in ways you could never imagine. Even when you think things are so predictable, life is never for sure, and all the sudden things are different. It's the wierdest things that do it too. I don't know. It's a mystery.

Gotta go. IT's getting late and I've been on a while.

Love to all cause love is good!