Been sick recently, scratchy throats.. ugh. I hate sicknesses. In my insomnia, I counted the poems I've written in the last few years (139!) and I wrote this poem, called "morning of no mourning":

A reflection of the butterfly,
with fingers stretching down
the sides of its body
and eyes the size of pebbles
gazing upon the unseeing world,
flutters in the fantastic window.
It mimics the cruel sleep
in its tight mummy-wrap
as it dips and turns
in a spasm of emotion.
It knocks the pane,
assumed pain fractures the sympathetic glass.
This morning, no oneís mourning.
No one is watching this final dance,
since time is a thing that doesnít even stop
for the beautiful and fleeting shadow of a ballerina.

After asking Mel, I've discovered that "A Team" comes from the fact that Ashley and I have names that start with A. ... but I think it's still the grade thing...

It's Sunday! Sundays are bitter-sweet. I get the day off of work in order to do school stuff, catch up. But the week is right ahead. Mondays. Bah. I don't get nearly enough done on Sundays, either. I NEED to finish this stupid poetry essay. Seriously.
Had sushi with my A Team yesterday... I wonder how we got that name... Probably a reference to our grades, hence nerdiness. It was great fun. I ate too much, but that's ok. How often do I get sushi, really?? It was so cute, Mellie had to take home a doggy-bag. Her poor little bellie-mellie couldn't handle it all. *grin*.
On another note, looking forward to seeing Liars on Wednesday, first time in Lee's Palace. Should I be scared? I don't know...
Also, I've been asked to help with the creative writing club at JS on Tuesdays, which will start in April after school ends. It'll be nice to be doing something for the community again ;)
"Just thinking about (community service) was the most rewarding moment of my life" - D. Zoolander

I stayed up too late last night writing this poem. It's in response to a poem I wrote last year for Writers Craft. It can be found here: www.geocities.com/deedledee15/thestagesoflove.html

"A Muse's Response to the Passionate Poet"
The Moonís pull
has no relation to the tide
that draws me from your fragile shores.
Nor is it the motionless gaze
upon my dance so divine,
my burning in the afternoon twilight.
It is the way you undress the memories,
glorifying the glints and glow,
the whispers of pleasure
in the mid-summer dewy air.
Caged in your paternal force
like a nightingale with clipped wings
and scorched tongue:
candy for the new revolution.
I acknowledge the power you honed
when the magic enveloped us,
the attacks of creation mid-lunge,
but enough! oh, Lord, enough!
Never was it my aim for you
to exude this passion.
Still, I am a Muse,
with emotions as cold as my words.
May you learn to understand
the truth behind the lies,
for I did not want to lose that
which I have now destroyed.

Ok, so I figured it was time to Blog. I've had SO much reading to do and I'm still not finished that damn boring Anthro book. Stupid "Other Side of Eden"... It's so dumb because he talks about the Bible and Genesis and crap and that has NOTHING to do with the Inuit and Innu in Northern Canada. Seriously, nothing at all. Most of them don't even KNOW about Christianity, let alone believe in it. Geesh. So that pisses me off. Plus, it's freakin' long. 41 pages left.....
Other than that... I bought Zoolander today. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid STUPID movie, but it's funny, ok? So leave me alone... hehe. I like it. I made my mom watch it with me, and I know deep down she liked it.
I want to get out of this city. It has snowed again. I want to go somewhere warm where I don't have to think of poetry assignments and essays... sigh... that's a magic land.