There comes a time...

There comes a time when you're blogging and you've been blogging that you stop caring what people think you'll do. I mean, it's my diary. And at this time, you don't even have to explain yourself because there's no point and you just don't feel like it.

It makes it all too wordy. ^^ And it seems too high-maintenance, dontcha think?

She Exists: DIY - Try at Home 2

There used to be a link but I clicked on it and brought up an ugly pop up that I do not wish to send anyone to. .... Maybe google searching "she exists: DIY - try at home 2” will work? But I am removing the link. I have no idea what this DIY is for. I forgot. But I wouldn't have posted it without looking at it first. 

La poema que escribé en la clase de español

Cuando irás en el invierno y querré sólo tu regreso
Lloré
Pero cuando regresarás en el verano,
No tendré deseo para tu regreso
No lo querré más
Y ocultaré

Ohhhhh nothing.... Just this poem that I'm insanely proud of.

^^+ not just for writing it. I just presented this in chapel in front of my 300+ peers and teachers and even though I was shaking intensely no one noticed it (they never do) and everyone has told me my speaking was really smooth. Audlang even told me it was "perfect". She may seem quiet, but talking to her about my poem is one of the most intelligent sounding--if not simply intelligent--conversations I've ever had. I mean, I knew it before...but she's smart! She's so sweet too...I love her. :)
You know what is a HUGE confident boost??
This: walking back to my seat in the almost-back of the room and 3 teachers telling me I did really well (Mrs. P, the literary club and journalism head/teacher who is the teacher for the school newspaper!!, and somebody else... + Sancheeto giving me a high five and a girl in the advisory that sits next to me (just so happening to sit next to the empty seat I was traversing towards) who I knew was nice and stuff in the first place and have known since 6th grade so it's not like she's a stranger, told me I did really well as I sat down.
And this all happening during chapel. As I walk back while other stuff is going on on the stage and they took the time to tell me I did great and "really really well" and OH MY GOSH. And our principle and Mrs. Ward and oh I'm so insanely proud of myself and my poem.

Here it is (in boring, structured form. WARNING: structure WILL fall apart)

Think About It
It's not just a poem
It's a story
a line
a piece of a time
or of yours
It's not just a sunset
It's a time set, a place that we once met and sat and read for hours on end
and painted
It's not just having a boyfriend--or a best friend--or even a team!
It's a possibility
It's potential
it's taking a chance and finding out for yourself who you are and who you can be
She's not just a puppy
But a confidant, a confident bouncy roll of fur, and a tearful, inevitable goodbye wrapped into one
And this isn't just a life that one leads
It's a life that we lead
and we can lead so together and together as one
It's a give and take situation
where we give life and can't take it
but we try to take it anyways
and sometimes we succeed

4/4/12

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And now, with some inspiration from my tags...I leave with:

My Freshman Poem and Because I Did
Take a chance
Take a bow
Hear the sound
Insanely proud
Of the cheers
That you hear
When you listen
because you can

4/10/12
^^this, my friend, is how I feel about it all now. The presentation, the poem, everything.