tell me the truth so i can muse over it and become torn up inside

do you think im making kyle my whole world?

Love//Hate//Muse

dear world,
i love you. so i recycle. i hate you. i'm kind of stuck here. and why? because of your stupid gravity.
love//hate,
b

hey, guys. i'm grounded here for like eternity. here's what i'll be doing until may:

• pretending to do homework
• rereading my favorite stories
• wishing i had reeds to practice
• maybe actually doing homework
• writing poetry... sad and depressing?? maybe.

which brings me to my next point. so i might have mentioned this guy i met in the play last year. abby knows. i have recently realized our classes are all really close. i think he's my muse. i wrote a really good poem about him, and if it gets edited soon, i'll post it.

love you lots,

becca

APUSH PROCRASTINATION!

Monday was just one of those days.
Tuesday was hard.
Wednesday I thought everything was starting to look up
Thursday it seemed to fall apart
Friday was fine.



I wish my weeks weren't so bipolar.
News on the DUCKY FRONT: I have transformed my life into a never ending orchestra rehearsal I am LOVING IT, assuming everything all works out with everything. And we all know what assuming does, especial since Kettman is involved.
I love you all and I miss you all. . .even though I see you everyday
~Love or whatever,
NEONDUCK

Mailmen and Hamsters

Today was a good day in English Class! Laura and I spent most of the time goofing off and discussing things that had little to do with English other than that being the language these things were spoken in.

Laura: You know what I've always wanted to do, you know, if it wasn't like animal cruelty? I've always wanted to buy like a whole bunch hamsters and just like stuff a mailbox full of them so when the mailman came it would be all HAMSTERS!!!
Me: Aw... poor hamsters....
Laura: Maybe I'll just get a bunch of ugly feeder rats.
Me: GOLDFISH! Do it with goldfish!
Both of Us: *random see-through mailbox tangent*
Laura: But what if once all of the hamsters come out, the mailman gets so scared, he like, steps on the gas and runs over a hamster?
Me: Hamsters are tough. My dad stepped on my hamster once.
Laura: Yeah, my cat ate my hamster once.
Me: Really? My HAMSTER ate my hamster once

Love! B