Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
- 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.
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.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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.