Beyond

Hurl your body into space
let gravity melt away until it feels like a silk scarf
don't worry, it won't choke you if you don't let it
just close your eyes and spin
rotate like the Earth
spin like a petal falling upwards
Your organs will glow through your skin
you'll look like a lightning bug from far away
glowing red and pink
the sun incarnate.

I had my WISE presentation yesterday, it went extremely well...My parents had shown up, as well as some of my friends (Connor, Sydney, Nick) and my lovely boyfriend. The only person who was missing was Doster, my mentor...He had known of my project for a while but had told me 2 days prior of his Prom meeting, therefore not being able to go. No sore feelings, only slight disappointment.
Everyone liked my short films, I should post them on Youtube sometime.
I gave out Kettlecorn and lemonade, and talked about the last 16 weeks of my life. It felt nice to be able to ramble on for 45 minutes, but afterwards, going home with Dylan, I had to take a nap, tired from running around all day in preparation.

I've been getting anxious about the summer...Dylan is leaving the same day I do, except only we are going very different directions. He, to summer term at our college, and I to Europe.... I'm excited but nervous. I want to do a lot of traveling alone, but I know I'm too naive for travel abroad just now, I should wait 'till I'm older, or maybe 'til I can go with a friend.
We go to London, then Amsterdam, the Paris, then Italy, taking a Mediterranean Cruise around Greece, after that, coming back to London.

Merde

This is an uninspired poem, inspired by un-inspiration.

There once was a blade of grass,

it had the spiny edges of a Betelgeuse hack saw,

and a brown spot on one side. 

It sat in the heat of summer, 

waiting for a new haircut from the mower.

Occasionally, an ant would climb to its peak, 

a sentry on guard, watching out for the Mother.

Long Live The Queen. 

The blade of grass would never become a dancer. 

Whitehouse is brutally right. 

"What do you want to be when you grow up?

Certainly not raped. "

Music and movies make a huge impact on me... They are like mood determinators, I can watch a romantic french film and feel an insane urge to call my boyfriend, or watch a contemporary assassin flick, and want to order a M14 off the internet. Music is the same, I can listen to a genre such as punk or alt, and immediately I notice something different in me. I love the way it works, its so interesting. I must experiment... This also sounds like a good start for a story... a character who becomes a different person for each genre of music he/she listens to...YES