this week has been confusing.
i think we have way too homework, especially with test coming up.
but what does it matter.
i drift away to easy, into the sea.
and from your mouth there are no words
i am hesitant, not fearful.


i think....
i can't!
er
errrrr
errrrrr (roll tounge)
er
eh
eh
eh
eh
eh
i wish i could do this a little longer.

this week has been somewhat good in school, and strange, and funny.
anyway, today 1500m wansn't bad. 2nd pb in a week :D :D :D
finally in the running.

an update to my current music list (covers the this whole month):
Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots pt. 1: The Flaming Lips
When The Sun Goes Down: Artic Monkeys
Wordless Chorus: My Morning Jacket
The Distance: Travis
The Mansion: John Vanderslice

an emotional event.

i enter into a library and head unhesitatingly to the poetry section. it is a treasure trove of verse, filled with archives of dreams and nightmares, the books feature the finest literature across the land. i pour my imagination onto every word, twisting and turning. dimension through dimension, my mind is folded.

then, as sudden as a kangaroo falling from fourteen stories, the book in my hands burst into flames, right before my very unbelieving eyes. i do a quick count. i am relieved that the fingers on my sweaty palms still amount to ten. returning my attention to the once flaming book, i notice it has been reduced to carbon dust on the green carpeted floor of the library. i flinch at the thought of the trouble it would take to clear the mess. i am then overcome with a sense of pity when i realise that someone has to remove the debris.

an eventful holy week.

wed was cross finals, something that means alot to the team. and dinner at night.
thurs was holy thusday with all the church visiting, so fun.
fri was good friday. with us acting the stations in the morning and all, also fun.(got back ache)
sat was holy saturday with the Easter vigil and all that singing. (and food)
Easter sunday with branch at my house, then run in the evening.
good week.

i awake with unusual alacrity and i stomp down the flight of stairs and head to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. i choke a little, i have forgotten to add milk.

my tendentious fondness of corn flakes motivates me this way each morning.

do run
humdeedum
you have to run
out-do yourself
and have some fun

time to run
now's the time to run
sun-shine or none
faster and faster still
up-down that hill

march.april