Prom-o-lomo

I got asked to Prom, I got asked to Prom! I am so excited! This really great guy, K.M., asked me on Sunday night. It was the coolest thing ever. He made these paper bag puppets, one of Han Solo, the other Yoda. There was a little "play" type of thing about how Han (him) was trying to ask Her Worshipfulness (me) out to Prom but was nervous and couldn't talk right, and Yoda was trying to just "over, it will be, if ask her you do!" It was so funny. And of COURSE I said yes. I cannot wait to go!

K.M. and I are like this *crosses fingers as in BFF* and we have been for a long time. I am really glad that he asked me to go with him. EVERY girl would love to get a date with him. And he picked me *glows.*

E-X-C-I-T-E-D beyond reason!!!

And the results are in...

I got my finals scores back! Here we go...

• Biology: B-
• Art: A
• Ballet: A
• Government: A-
• English: A
• World Cultures: A
• Geometry: B+

Overall, not as bad as I thought it would be. I got a B- in Biology!!! YAY!!!

Zoo Trip

I went to the zoo last Thursday, and I finally got my pictures figured out. Here are a few:

This guy is the main attraction for the "Ghost of the Bayou" exhibit. Of ten albino alligators in the world, he's one of them.

This precious thing is a Red Panda, and my favorite. They're nocturnal, but the last time I went to the zoo I got to see them play around outside. Isn't it adorable?

Those are the weirdest looking gophers I have ever seen in my entire life. I wonder what breed they are?

He was NOT very happy to have his picture taken. Enough said.

Sleepy kitty. I love sandcats.

Finals

This week's schedule has looked like this:

• Monday-Art Final, 10:00/World Cultures02 Final, 11:30
• Tuesday-EnglishTen Final, part IV, 10:00
• Wednesday-Political Science Final, 9:00/Biology Final 11:00
• Thursday-Ballet Final, 9:00/PE04 Final, 11:30/EnglishTen Final, part V, 1:30
• Friday-World Cultures03 Final, 11:30

Can you tell what week it is? At least these classes will be DONE after this week, with only a couple of PE left, a couple of EnglishTen, a World Cultures, and six math. Not to mention Health.

I feel like a busy person at the moment.

as the Sparrow that falls

if any Tree falls
and no one's around
to hear its last call,
will it make a sound?

gently it sways,
arcs down through the sky.
no fireworks or sparks
to sound its demise.

though no man may hear
the end of its tail;
though no man may cheer,
or whistle, or yell,

the Tree makes a sound
to One who knows all.
He knows it goes down,
as the Sparrow that falls.

Tic Tac Toe

Press Play. I dare you.

302

Q sent me this really cool website which gives you writing prompt options. I thought I'd give it a whirl. *deep breath* Wish me luck. Try not to make too much fun of me if this turns out awful.

Prompt 302

Write from the point of view of a spoon inside of a dishwasher.

201, 202, 203…how many rotations is that now? On and on and on, the sprinkler spins above my head. I always watch it. It’s about all there is to do in here. Sit in my little compartment next to Fork, Knife, and Pastry Brush and wait and count rotations.

I remember my first trip through. The old Wooden Spoon, cracked and splintered with age, said that They call it the Dishwasher.

“Why?” I’d asked when I and my siblings were tossed into these uncomfortable compartments.

“You are a dish, are you not?” said Old Wooden Spoon.

“No, I’m technically a…”

“You get dirty when They use you to eat, do you not?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“Then you must be put into Dishwasher.”

That was all. No further explanation as to why I must go through this hot, steamy, sweltering event three times a day, seven days a week. I must because They say I must.

Dishwasher isn’t so bad. He’s a nice fellow, even if he is hot and muggy. My first wash, well, he was kind to me.

“First time through, kid?” he’d asked with a smile.

I’d nodded, wondering if he agreed with Old Wooden Splinter Face.

Dishwasher chuckled, “Don’t worry. I’m not as bad as you think.”

So, everyday, They put me into Dishwasher. Everyday, I count the rotations of the sprinkler, listening to the whoosh, whoosh of the water and the brom, brom of the motor.

I hate getting my face wet.

1 Dress

I think that I have imagined and had help imagining the perfect dress. Is it so sad to be in love with an inanimate object?

It would be a soft gray, with light silver panels. No metallic colors, just soft, like those of the mourning dove. A slight shimmering sheen would make it glow in the light, draping and swooping down.

Why does reality have to be so boring? I definitely sympathize with Anne of Green Gables. Imagining is so much better than living with a stark vision of the world.

Happy

Happy day! Q just showed me how to change my template to a cool one, and now it's so pretty! I'm really into pink for some reason, so I like this one.

Next post is all about a date. A very, very special date. ;)