There's so many shades of Black.

Week one.


was all to be expected. Kinda terrible. Individually the days were okay....a few were even great. but taken all together.....well it was bad.


AND THEN Saturday happened....and I learned the unfortunate information that both of my remaining Grandparents are probably not going to make it until Christmas....Alzheimers is the worst way to go. I new this was coming, but it just kinda hit me hard.



Can I just not go to school tomorrow?

~Duck.

First Day (an acurate account)

School started today... yay? Yes: YAY! maybe.... you decide.
FIRST DAY: FRESHMAN YEAR

Wake up. It's still dark. Roll over and check the clock. It's 3 a.m. Try to go back to sleep, but it doesn't really work. Ponder everything that could go wrong. Turn on iPod. Turn off iPod. Turn it on again. This is the last song, then I'm going to fall asleep. Repeat thought for 12 more songs before actually turning it off. Finally go back to sleep. Wake up again. It's STILL DARK!! Roll over and check the clock. It's 6. Ok, feet on floor. Get dressed. Listen to Sir Spazalot fight with Allie over whether 5:30 is too early to wake up. Brush teeth. Pack lunch. Get backpack. Hear Sir Spazalot ranting about people who use other people's toothbrushes. Run upstairs to make sure it wasn't me. Stop him before he uses MY toothbrush. Make him put on his glasses. Break out the sharpie and write my name on my toothbrush. Grab a glass of OJ.

Bus Stop. Most everyone in the "front" of my neighborhood. No Haley. Ponder. Fight with Allie. Pray not to trip while getting on the bus. Sit by myself, behind Katman and Christain. (They have the Y chromosome so THEY get the bus buddy). Get a text from Hay informing me that she isn't on my bus. Sit with a stranger (ish. i knew her in 6th grade. but only by name).

School. Trip off bus. Collect myself. It's all good. 1st period. English. Yes, Ducky. I DO think the teacher is indeed pregnant. She says the word orange a lot. Take it as a bad omen. Decide to ignore it. 2nd period. BLANNIN!!! I suddenly like today. Remember french stuff, and suprise myself. 3rd period. Bio. Better than last year already. Decide to like the teacher even if she is a little crazy. 4th period. Ceremics. I think this will be epically amazingly awesome. LOVE THE TEACHER!!! She is incredibly cool... For an adult.

Lunch. Asure Leslie that nobody's going to trip her. Quite literally run into a certain blue eyed male. Apologize and say hi. Blush (I think I blushed...) and bask in his smile. Hurry along. Sit with friends. Rant about my smelly orange clarinet case (consider case to be omen?) because mine is in the shop so I'm borrowing. Cassually bring up said blue eyed male. Not-so-casually regret it. LAURA. Find out my apple is rotten. Too bad. Best lunch period imaginable.

5th period. Band. Realize that it's the clarient itself that smells not the case. It's DEFINATLY an omen. 6th period. World Studies. Sit by Christain. Colasante walks in. Ducky walks in. Get ditched by Christain. Sit with a Duck. It's SO MUCH better. :) Alphabetize class. Sit in back with Sarah. 7th period. Algebra. Not crazy about it.

Band. March. It's hot and I feel icky. My clarinet feels ickier. Count hours until I get Artemis back.

Pretty Good Day.
B

Happy Days... or not.

Hello all.


It is the infamous pookieface=].


I am doing summer homework. Its for a stupid book some of you may have read called Treasure Island. I hated it. The question i am writing for my study guide right now is "Summarize Silvers speech to his men when they were trying to vote him off acting as captain." And i was thinking, and shocker, i could actually relate to it. Here is this man who had had people he knew he could count on, and theyre pretty much stranded on an enemy island. Hes about to lose everything... all his crew, his friends, his only hope off the island.

I, on the other hand, am about to lose all my friends too. You all are going to the spankin new high school and ill be at Davidson: Population 1000. Where i know practically no one. Its like im being stranded in the middle of the ocean. And my only life preservers are Erin, Adam, and Leu. Its really scary.

All im trying to say is this:


Have an amazing time at Bradley.


Let loose and have an awesome 4 years.


But NEVER forget me, because you guys are my best friends in the ENTIRE world. So when you walk into a class and see 3 or 4 other faces smiling at you, faces you have known and gotten to know over the past 2 years, remember that i wish i could be there with you.


When you are planning something, invite me... i dont want to lose touch.


When you have a soccer game, a band concert, a play, anything, tell me about it, and i will make every effort to come.


I already miss you, and i hope you guys are missing me too.






With much love always,


Y pooks. Y


p.s. i love you


haha, didja catch that? i need to see that movie...




:]

So goes life.

So, I was browsing facebook. Exciting life I lead in the summer, is it not? And I happened to see that sidebar of "highlights" we claim we don't look at because it would make us stalkers. Anyway, in this sidebar, a little pink heart catches my eye and I think "so who broke up this week". Because most of the time it's break ups versus get togethers, i mean, right? But then I realize that it's Christian's picture... And he's "in a relationship".

This time last year if I had seen that (assuming I had a facebook back then) I would have thrown myself into the black abyss. I would have died on the inside. I'd have abandoned everything good in life because he found someone better than me.

But you know what? This isn't last year (shocker!) and I, believe it or not, feel nothing on the subject. I don't care! Do you know how good that feels to say? I DON'T CARE! Christian can date whoever he wants and I can be supportive, because it has become blissfully clear that I am over 300% over him. To the point where I can't remember why he was "the only fish in the sea for me". I was such a sad existence back then. I hope things work out better with his new girlfriend. And that isn't sarcasm. I truly give my blessing on their relationship. Even though nobody asked for it and it isn't necessary anyway.

The Blissfully Relived B

Shades of Blue

The truth of the matter
Danced across the liar's lips.
The philosopher may stumble
But the honest man's world slowly slips.

The keys to the kingdom
Fell into the servant's hand.
The skies collapsed which
was unfortunate news for the land.

SO IN TIMES SUCH AS THESE
HOW CAN I MAKE YOU SEE THAT,
THE SKIES ARE NOT AS BLUE
TO ME AS THEY ARE TO YOU?

The colour of the world faded
To a dependable gray
So the night started to gleam
With the hope of a brand new day

Some look to the skies for answers
When in the darkest hour.
So on cloudy days how can
This turn out if we have no power?

SO IN TIMES SUCH AS THESE
HOW CAN I MAKE YOU SEE THAT
THE SKIES ARE NOT AS BLUE
TO ME AS THEY ARE TO YOU?


~Neon Duck

Summer is dwindling.

B could give me the exact number of days like the meany she is.

I digress: Summer is dwindling,

And we need to get together.

Just like I need to annotate Of Mice and Men.

There isn't any underline button, this saddens me.

Anyway, I tried to write poetry today...(well, two nights ago I like to keep things present tense so it was today).

And the result was a horrific laughing stock next to some of B's masterpieces.

But I was rather proud of this because it was the fruit of two hours hard work and a sleepless night.

And I think they are lyrics.

They are begging to dance with a melody, Pookie, I need your help.

Because you are starting a band, are you not?

I really want to write songs, and it's killing me that your not here to plunk away on the piano.

When you get back please call me.

Naturally I was writing poetry because my book has been stationary for a month.

Which is annoying.

Just like the fact that summer is dwindling.

Well, I need to go be productive.

I don't remember my point.

~NEON ducking.

Farewell, participents in Band.

(Please select Beethoven's Moonlight Sonate on the playlist).

May you enjoy band camp, I'll be here, forever. With Batholomew, my lonely Cello.

Have fun forever, while I watch dust collect on the unfinished cabinets, watch reruns of Scrubs and try and fail to write an acceptable sentence.

Flirt with hot guys forever while I imagine them from books.


BUT WAIT! THERE'S AN UPSIDE: (SWITCH TO AN UPBEAT TUNE)

I'm in the Orchestra.

~THE MOST CHEERFUL DUCK.