Danemark

I know, it's been a long time since I've done anything on here, but if you didn't notice (if anyone is still even watching me), I've started writing poetry again.  Have a look, enjoy.  :D

I have absolutely nothing to do.  I'm bored. Actually, I'm in my Personal Finance class, and we're doing something about stocks and growth and all that jazz, but I don't really care.  And you know, I've completed my assignment like the good student I am. But anyway, there's nothing to do here.  And I left my writing crap in the other room. Can you believe I haven't written any poetry in forever?  Well, actually, I wrote one poem.  Seven lines.  Not that bad.  But I never posted it.  It took me long enough to type it up on my computer in the first place.  It's the only poem I've written about the guy I like.  And I'd honestly like to keep i

So, it's Tuesday, September 2, and I'm wasting my time in a computer class with nothing to do.  Finished my work and turned it in, I promise.  But, yeah, I'm sitting here next to Dalton, who's being a friggin' loser and looking at cars--of course, he needs one, so I guess it's all right--and he's not very entertaining. And I'm on my period, which just really sucks.  I hate it.  It makes me want to shoot myself in the foot.  All right, not really.  The only time I really want to shoot myself is when I'm having really bad cramps.  I hate that.  But you don't care, and I really don't care that you don't care. But, yeah, I'm bored and I'm so ti