I enjoy writing things as though they were poems

Hello, Dear.

Get ready for a big wall of text.
Cause I have shit to do,

That I’m not going to.

In study hall,

We pretty much sit.

And listen.

And watch the large man

With the large rear

As he watches us.

There are two rules: Be quiet, be productive.

What if I were to be

Productive

But loud

And quiet

But sleep.

I slept last night.

A lot.

For the first time

In ages.

More like weeks.

This is A material.

Write shit like this,

Teachers eat it up.

Poetry is in the eye of the beholder.

If I phrase my thoughts

In coherent sentences,

With a new line for each one,

We can watch as it becomes

Real

I don’t have a connection with chemistry.

I don’t have chemistry with science

Math is slowly killing me

English—my sole alliance

Yes, I felt like there was a need for rhyming

Somewhere in this abyss of text.

It’s actually quite amusing

I bet you didn’t expect

A haiku to come

Out of thin air like magic

You counted the syllables

And found that I tricked you.
The last poem was a haiku,

Not the one before.

With the old Microsoft word

Making a column

Is so much harder

But I did it.

And now, there are two.

Oh, how I procrastinate.

It’s funny how much homework I have.

I will be up so fucking late.

I didn’t mean to rhyme, but did.

I should probably stop

Writing meaningless poems,

That actually aren’t poems

Just thoughts.

That I want you to read.

Here is me trying to write a real poem:

“It’s 2:32,
And it’s nothing new,

That I have shit to do.

But I’m not going to

Cause I feel so blue

And I would rather draw on my shoe.

How about you?”

Ah, I should’ve been a lyrist.

When you find this

I hope you laugh

Just a little

Because then

It would make all the procrastination

Slightly

More

Worth it.

-Radia Lahlou

Eargasm

Pretty much,
Sarah Bareilles = Eargasm

I'm discovering how wonderful she is once again.
And kind of freaking out about it.

Probably the coolest human being alive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2Pqc_hpkJc&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1qD4LtaRIU


Whoa boy.

I'm pretty much shaking.

wow.

-___-

I think i should apologize for the tone of my last blog.
It wasn't meant to be depressing, just... memorable.
Ah, who am i kidding, it was pretty depressing -__-

But I'm pretty happy right now.
Because tomorrow is the speech mock tournament.
SYC.
I should be practicing, but instead i am procrastinating.

Here's what i predict to happen tomorrow...

Then... PANDEMONIUM BREAKS LOSE

Then i melt into a pile of goo.

only 50 club penguin coins! Buy up!
wish me luck

much love,
radia

Frosted Flakes and Nostalgia

Frosted Flakes
We are out of frosted flakes.
That in itself is a crime, but add to the fact that i have so much to say and no one to say it to, in fear of being annoying, and we realize that i may or may not be going crazy.
The microwave is beeping. I should probably go get my lunch out of it.
Returning, i found that microwaving sesame fish isn't a good idea because the sesame seeds get all over the microwave. Great.

Nostalgia
 I miss waking up in the morning to music.
I miss opening up a fresh pack of crayons, and playing pretend.
simplicity.
Easy bake and lemonade stands.
Naming the trees
Laughing to the point of tears with my best friend
 Hiding behind a beanbag chair to tell secrets and swap treasures.
So many big plans for the future. I was going to cure world hunger, stand in the spotlight on Broadway.
I miss my Dad.
And our Tuesdays.
The purpose of life was the cookies, the songs, the laughter, the endless jokes and pictures.
I don't like growing up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS__GRvBDSo

Heyo, World

Heyo, world.
It's kind of fun to talk to myself, seeing as no one will ever read this. I actually forgot I had ever made a blog in the first place, until my friend reminded me. And seeing to the fact I'm feeling quite optimistic today, i decided to write a cheery hello.
There will be more to come. I promise. Unless I forget again. Because that is likely to happen. But until then, here is a picture of a hamster wearing a santa hat.

Oh gosh, i really don't enjoy rodents.
But i do enjoy Santa hats!
Syc, I'm not done rambling!
My brother just came into my room in his Halloween costume. Since he is beyond excited,  here's what proceeded to happen:

And that, my friends, is the story of my life.

<3 ,
Radia