cotten kisses (10:58:48 PM): "somethings humping my leg..."
cotten kisses (10:58:51 PM): "AGHH IT'S TWO THINGS!"

You'd think that it'd only be weird out of context....

...but let me tell you, it was weird in context.

cotten kisses (10:46:09 PM): i dunno if i already told you this
cotten kisses (10:46:15 PM): but sometimes when i'm stuck in human traffic
cotten kisses (10:46:17 PM): in the halls
cotten kisses (10:46:24 PM): i start yelling
cotten kisses (10:46:24 PM): haha
cotten kisses (10:46:26 PM): like
cotten kisses (10:46:28 PM): aghhhhhhhhhhhh!
Hatchamadoo (10:46:35 PM): lol
cotten kisses (10:46:36 PM): and then a little path just clears up
cotten kisses (10:46:37 PM): magically
Hatchamadoo (10:46:40 PM): ahahaha
cotten kisses (10:46:41 PM): and i get through nicely
Hatchamadoo (10:47:10 PM): the funniest thing about this is that i can actually imagine you doing it.

That's my Homecoming date.

This is what I'm turning in:

Michael Sun
Boyer
APEL Period 5
September 4, 2006

Writing a Ballad

Once upon a fifth period English
In their planners the students jotted
Homework for this holiday weekend
Was to compose an original ballad.

There sat Michael at his lonely desk
Fresh out of ideas and straight out of luck
Staring at a daunting blank word document
In his head he said to himself, “Oh, ****”

What would he possibly write about?
For he could not think of a single subject
Time was quickly ticking itself away
And this writer’s block he could not deflect

“I wonder,” he said quietly to himself
“What everyone else is writing about?
If only I had some ideas to begin
Then maybe this wouldn’t be such a washout”

Dragons and knights were the examples in class
Add in a love story and Mr. Boyer’d be happy
But Michael wanted none of this in his piece
“I’d rather fail the assignment than be so sappy”

When the project seemed certainly doomed
An idea hit Michael while he ate a salad
“I know what I can write about!
I’ll write my ballad about writing a ballad!”

I'm having a hard time understanding why some people even have their driver's licenses when they can not follow one of the most basic principles of driving: look over your shoulder before you turn or change lanes. Going down Black Mountain Road this afternoon in the section with three lanes, I was in the middle lane, a black SUV was to my left, and another gray SUV was to my right and a little bit in front. That's the kicker: a little bit in front, meaning that I was in their blind spot. Can you guess what happened next? Murphy's Law states that if something has a possiblity of going wrong, it will eventually go wrong. Two things in this situation that would normally be harmless if they were independent of each other are already in place. First, I'm in the gray SUV's blind spot. Second, the driver of that gray SUV apparently doesn't have a habit of looking over his shoulder. Here comes strike three: he wants to change left into my lane. I put a hard long jab at my car's horn, but this guy keeps on creeping closer and closer to my car (and mind you, it was a fast creep). Atleast I did one thing right. I checked my mirror and saw a car too close behind me for me to slam down the brakes. In retrospect, I should have just stayed put and let the gray SUV sideswipe me. Atleast in the report they would be at fault. But instead, trying to avoid being in an accident at all, I started edging into the lane to my left. Suddenly, I heard a grating sound on my left, and the gray SUV to my right FINALLY saw what was going on and swerved back into his own lane, barely avoiding sandwhiching me between two SUV's, but it was too late; now I was at fault for sideswiping the black SUV to my left. And as a final insult, as the black SUV and I were pulling over to exchange information, the gray SUV (and I'm certain he was fully aware of how he contributed to this) just drove off, too fast for me to get the last two digits of his license. Bummer.