man oh man. i hate the end of the year.
things to do:
-all my co-op work
-learn 58932759384 songs for my parent's wedding
-make a toast for my parent's wedding
-get a job back
-relay for life money (do i ACTUALLY have to raise $100?)
-that damn dance
-work on french research paper
-work on islam test tomorrow
-work on the musical that is in ONE WEEK, fuck i'm screwed
-read "small gods", the qur'an, autobiography of chuck berry, and 100 years of solitude.
-worry about changing my course selection sheet
-prepare for trombone, french, and religion exam
-did i mention piano, bassoon, and theory?
life is getting crazy, fast. i'm slowly preparing myself for a really stressful 4 weeks. i've never wanted a school year to end so badly. i wish that i could just go into auto-pilot for the next month, and i would just sleep one day, and wake up in the middle of summer vacation. oh summer vacation.
running free is a river, that slowly dries up.
all the animals are leaving.
the grass, withdrawing,
and the trees are turning from lollipops to artificial earth.
crushed rocks, and an inside out chicken is mostly all that remains in a place i used to call home.
i guess these season are wrapping into one,
prepare for the hottest blizzard of your life.
i know that the beauty of this darkened sphere will return after a short period of sitting and answering questions like:
name 5 significant things pope jean paul the second did in his life.
as long as that inside out chicken doesn't leave, it'll all be a little worth while,
like the sun needs the moon.

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