Blue Hair

So the two people that actually see this page already know that I dyed my hair blue. But if anyone else happens to stumble across my page this is my explaination: On Saturday July 26, 2008, I dyed my hair a matalic blue, as you can see in the picture (assuming it actually loads). I did it on a sort of whim. Me and one of my best friends were babysitting and the subject of dying our hair outrageous colors came up and we followed through with it. Other than that, there is no explaination as to why we did this other than to express our teenage rebellion. Neither of our parents knew that we did this until after the matter, luckily, what with our expertly created defences of "Mom, at least I didn't come home with a tattoo, peircing, or pregnant. And this will washout in 3-5 weeks, so you see, it's not that bad", they didn't freak out as bad as we thought they would. and, two days later, we both still have our lives.

Egged Car?

If anyone else has the missfortune to be the victim of a savage car egging this is the best way to get it off.
1. get to it as soon as possible
2. Remove all egg shell that you can so that it doesn't scrach your car.
3. mix a 1-1 ratio of water and vinegar, soak rags in the mixture, and apply it to the area, let it sit 15 or so minutes.
4. wipe/scrub the egg off your car
Usually the egg will have eaten through your car's paint, depending on how long it was there along with other factors, but there's not much you can do about that.
So there you go, I hope it never happens to you, it's not fun and makes your hands smell really bad, but if it should, now you know how to remove it.

Fairy Tales

Why can’t stories have a happy ending? Why doesn’t the girl always find an amazing guy, fall in love, and live happily ever after? Why is it that that is rarely the case? I guess that not every girl gets her happy ending; look at the evil step sisters, they didn’t get the man. Fairy Tales lead you to believe that if you try hard, are the good girl, that you will get the amazing guy; they lie. When does that ever work? When does the good girl get the guy in the real story? If she is truly the good girl, when things go wrong, or when other duties demand, when other things are more important than true love, she will give it up. If she were the good girl that tales lead you to believe are the ones that get the man, she would put everything before love. She would not be selfish and demand that the love be carried out, but she would recognize that the other things are more important than her happiness, her true love. So how does the good girl get the man? Things will never work out for her. But she can’t be the rude, evil one; she knows it’s not right. So where does that leave her? She cares for those around her, but also her own happiness, so which one wins out in the end? Not everyone gets what they want, hardly anyone actually. Who wants misery? Failure? To be incomplete? No one. Maybe that’s the point, you never get what you want. There’s a reason why it’s a fairy tale, it’s not true. But does that mean that the ending isn’t true either? That the happy ending isn’t even achievable for those whose lives aren’t written with care in ink? How can that be true? How can there never be a happy ending? When you are faced with love and doing the things you know are right what do you do? But isn’t happiness also right? Happiness is selfishness; but why can’t it be right? Why is choosing something that makes you happy always defined as being selfish?

Cancer

I wrapped my arms around the blond teenager, then pulled away. His face, which normally looks so much like a mans, now resembled a lost little boys. His brow was furrowed and his cheeks tear stained. His eyes were bright red, I was sure he hadn’t slept for a couple of days.
"I just don’t understand it." he said as the tears started again. I pulled him back to me trying to comfort him but not knowing how.
This boy had been my friend for a couple months now. We talked everyday and had become really close friends. We told each other everything, and today he had just told me the worst news in the world- he has cancer.
"I’ve known for a couple weeks, but it was confirmed today." he had told me before tears had started rolling down his cheeks.
I stood there strong, supporting him, saying that I’m there for him; but the truth was, I was weaker than ever. I didn’t know what to do or what to say, I didn’t know how to make things better.
Truth was, nothing would make this better.

I wrote this right after finding out that one of my best friends has cancer. Him telling me didn't happen exactly like I wrote here, but this is how it came to me. Originally I was going to have a happy ending to it, but then I decided that that last line was a good ending, and honestly, I didn't know how my character's situation was going to end.

Short Stories

Well, along with poems, I also like to write short stories and things. So same thing aplies with my short stories as it does with my poems, if they show up here a lot, it's cause I like them and think that they tell more about who I am then if I were to just write some random thing.

New school year

A new school year.

The new school year approaches,
It’s supposed to be exciting,
It’s supposed to be fun.
Why isn’t it?
The homework,
The pressure,
The kids that judge your every move.
You know that if you don’t do one thing just right,
You will fail, and loose your future.
Take this class,
Take that,
That class is full.
They yell at you from every direction,
Your not sure where to go.
Must school be this hard?
Must no one be of any real help?
Why is everything so complicated?
So frustrating?

This one is kind of obvious I think. Summer was coming to a close and I was getting anxious about school starting again.

A memory dead

A Memory Dead

What happens to a memory dead?

Does it disinigrate
like paper in a fire?
Or linger like a stench-
never leaving the room?
Does it sink to the bottom
like a heavy stone thrown in a lake?
Or reemerge-
Like a moldy log traveling down a river?

Maybe it just fades
like smoke into the air.

Or does it burst?

This one, again for english. We were supposed to copy the format for the poem "A dream defered". At the time that I wrote this I was going through a lot of friend changes, and in this poem I was questioning if all the memories I had of my former friends would stay with me or if in time, I would just forget.