All the ice has practically melted... and yet this morning, I still had to find that magical one patch of ice left on the sidewalk, and fall hardcore? My knee is all skinned up-- I was impressed on the air I got on that fall ^^;. And I looked behind me, and yup, there were people frozen about 15 feet behind me, staring with mouths agape. Apparently I'm not the only one impressed by myself and my ability to hurt myself every now and then XD;.
I seem to be a bit unaccessible this week, in the meaning that I don't hunt everyone down and talk to them as much. I'd like to attribute this to the slew of quizzes and tests that seem to have a taste for my blood last week, this week, and during next week too. I got an A on that last math test I was fretting about, but who knows how I did on that economics test I took this morning XD;... and I'm really trying to not think too much about the history quiz and test coming up, along with more math quizzes next week. If anyone would like to drop me a line, if my death is suspected, e-mail and cell phone will probably work XD;. Or a brick upside my head, which is what I'll truly be pining for ^o^.
In my last Creative Writing/Poetry class (on Thursday) we started workshopping our poems in alphabetical order... which always makes me the first lucky one to be subjected to the critiques of the masses (damn you, last name!). But it's over now, and I can watch my peers be the squirming ones XD;. I shall end this entry with the poem of mine that my class looked at, just because I kind of liked it in that ohgodmyeyesmyeyes! kind of way. Or actually, I just kind of liked it ^^;. The interpretations my classmates managed to come up with were varying and amusing at times too XD. No! It's not about sex, I swear it! ...or is it O.O? No, no, it's really not XD;.
Paper Airplanes
by Emily Adam
boys with rough hands
can fold paper airplanes
so delicately that no one
else but them knows what
perfect degree and angle
must be used for each
corner, point, and wing flap
and even though they all
have the same rough
hands, every formula for
every boy is different.
when i watch the airplane
fly, fly, fly, and nosedive
straight into the ground
before exploding in fire
or at least the nose is bent
irreparably, i can only think
about how i wish i could
have tried to fly like that.
i sit and hold delicately
my pretty little doll in my
clean, soft hands and can
only think of boys that
have rough hands.
I seem to be a bit unaccessible this week, in the meaning that I don't hunt everyone down and talk to them as much. I'd like to attribute this to the slew of quizzes and tests that seem to have a taste for my blood last week, this week, and during next week too. I got an A on that last math test I was fretting about, but who knows how I did on that economics test I took this morning XD;... and I'm really trying to not think too much about the history quiz and test coming up, along with more math quizzes next week. If anyone would like to drop me a line, if my death is suspected, e-mail and cell phone will probably work XD;. Or a brick upside my head, which is what I'll truly be pining for ^o^.
In my last Creative Writing/Poetry class (on Thursday) we started workshopping our poems in alphabetical order... which always makes me the first lucky one to be subjected to the critiques of the masses (damn you, last name!). But it's over now, and I can watch my peers be the squirming ones XD;. I shall end this entry with the poem of mine that my class looked at, just because I kind of liked it in that ohgodmyeyesmyeyes! kind of way. Or actually, I just kind of liked it ^^;. The interpretations my classmates managed to come up with were varying and amusing at times too XD. No! It's not about sex, I swear it! ...or is it O.O? No, no, it's really not XD;.
Paper Airplanes
by Emily Adam
boys with rough hands
can fold paper airplanes
so delicately that no one
else but them knows what
perfect degree and angle
must be used for each
corner, point, and wing flap
and even though they all
have the same rough
hands, every formula for
every boy is different.
when i watch the airplane
fly, fly, fly, and nosedive
straight into the ground
before exploding in fire
or at least the nose is bent
irreparably, i can only think
about how i wish i could
have tried to fly like that.
i sit and hold delicately
my pretty little doll in my
clean, soft hands and can
only think of boys that
have rough hands.
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Comments
...AHAHAH. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT POEM REMINDS ME OF? Inui. *giggle* Seriously. I think it was the angle/degree thing. Mmm. Inui's rough hands.
Inui's rough hands ^.^. I just remember that one screenshot in the anime where Inui's hands were freakin' brutalized because he trained too much... Where is it, where is it, where is it... Ah, here. Rough hands, indeed XD;. *bops Inui*
Mmm. I think that's tohtally, completely sexy. Especially since those are Kaidoh's hands holding his, right? X333
Those are indeed Kaidoh's hands XD. I made that banner for Helen so she could use it for something, quite awhile ago. What the screencap doesn't show is that Kaidoh promptly licked Inui's palm after looking at it's sexy brutality'ness ^o^.
...HE WHAT? O_________O!!!
You're just making that up.Okay, maybe Kaidoh didn't lick Inui's palm... but he definitely at least sucked a few fingers. It was yummy.
WHERE IS THIS?! I WANT TO SEE THIS!! YOU'RE MAKING THIS UP AREN'T YOU!!!
Okay, and fine, I'm making it up ^^;. Damn my overactive fangirl imagination >.>;... You know you wanted it to happen too XD;.
Nyaaaah. I was diligently hoping you weren't making it up. I hope someone writes about that sometime. FINGERSUCKING. <3
Fingerlicking good? Except pertaining to InuKai instead of chicken?
Hmm..
Cocksucking good.Hai. I want InuKai in a chicken bucket now.I need to drop you an email in a bit, hopefully it'll make you feel better with what it contains. XD I'd think it'll be something that interest you? *flails*
You read that to me!! And *I* didn't think of sex. XD;; I think all your classmates are pervier than you are? I really liked the comparison. Didn't I tell you that my bro used to fold paper airplanes out of old homeworks and tests? Perhaps it is a guy thing. XD
Ahhhhh, omg, I got that e-mail XDDDD. *ADORES YOU SO MUCH!* I think I sent an e-mail back to you, flailing about it ^o^. Can I post those on my journal? I won't if you don't want me to ^^.
Oh yeah, I did read that to you ^^;. Only a few of my classmates immediately thought sex was the topic... One of the guys said he thought the first stanza was referring to a guy touching a girl, and I about choked XDD;. That's what I get for writing my poetry so ambiguously-- although I love hearing all the crazy theories people come up with with what the meaning is XD. I don't think my classmates are especially pervier than I, but I usually try to keep sex out of my poetry, so when they interpretted it that way, I was caught off guard ^^;;;.
I suppose people think a little too much into things sometimes. XD;; Or maybe it was all you because you just can't keep your pervy side out of it? *loves on M-sama anyway*
And man, I wish I could write some sexy poetry XDD. Then it could be intentional when people found those meanings, instead of me trying to write semi-innocent poetry, and be mortified with peoples' thoughts on it XD.
*squishes M-sama* I kinda am worried now, on how people perceive my writing. XD IT IS FLUFFY, FLUFFY I SAY! XDDD