THE POST TITLE IS A PUN ON ‘SUMMER’
BECAUSE IT’S SUMMER
well on the 23rd it is but WHATEVER ALRIGHT, REWRITTEN FILLER POSTS ETC. ETC.
Walking to school at dawn of Winter day,
The bright pale sun gives frozen hands no aid,
Hands in my pockets, keeping cold at bay,
The green grass lays covered by the white snow’s shade.
Rubbing my eye, the sky lets out a sigh,
For one can’t see if one’s completely blind.
That’s who I was, a dense and shallow guy.
Not learning true knowledge; just the tasks assigned.
Walking back home while underneath Spring rains,
A burst, a pang; in pain’s my heart and brain.
When suddenly words appear in a quatrain,
Not one, not two, but five! With its refrain:
What use is this, the constant homework’s grind?
The endless waiting ’till the end, July?
Using this time, to keep students confined?
The leaves fall down swiftly from an Autumn sky.
Yet, nothing can be done, to great dismay,
It fell upon me; a fiery grenade:
Go with the flow, and you won’t move astray,
A final conclusion, and my mind was made.
And now, only this poem still remains…
SCHOOL IS OVER, DEAL WITH IT BITCHES
ALSO LOOK MY TAG LIST IS LONGER THAN MY POST
The thesaurus is a wonderful thing.
100 MB left of space on my hard drive (no externals); I wonder how long I’ll last ;_;
ENDNOTE: How long has it been since I used the filler tag? Gosh…
Well, I suppose it isn’t Winter yet (begins on the twenty-somethingth, if I recall correctly), but it definitely is the end of Fall.
I guess here’s when I post when I don’t have time to make a post >_>;;
The end of November also means the end of NaNoWriMo – the novel writing competition/exercise in hardcore masochism, where you write a 50k word novel in 30 days. I tried it last year, failed pretty bad, and wanted to do it this year but TIME GODDAMMIT TIME WHERE IS MY TIME SAKUYA TIME DAMMIT TIME
Anyone else tried it? Apparently it’s quite the trendin’ topic on twitter, but I haven’t checked that for fifteen minutes so it’s probably not trending anymore.
Next, I FINALLY HAVE A MAC A MAC HAHAHAHAHAHA A MAC A MAC A MAC A MAC
The purpose of obtaining a Mac has not, and will never be(en) revealed. I DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE A MAC IN REAL LIFE THOUGH orz
As some of you (yes you, cricket sitting in the second row, third seat to the l-…oh, you’re just a figment of my imagination? Dayum.) may have noticed, we’re (at this point ‘I’ would be a more appropriate pronoun) quite behind on our post-a-day schedule. Five posts missed, in fact. Reflecting back, it really wasn’t a smart idea doing this; now that I’ve done this for so many days in a row, it seems unworthwhile to quit right here, right now. Thus, I will continue TIME GODDAMMIT TIME
WHERE’S MY TIME IT’S GONE TIME GIVE ME BACK MY TIME TIME AND TIME AGAIN MY TIME IT LEAVES ONE MORE TIME OH WHY THIS TIME OF MINE A MIME HAS MORE TIME THAN THINE, I CHIME IN ON A LIME, CLIMBING GRIMY SLIMY DIMES, OH MY RHYMES DON’T RHYME WITH TIME, I’M QUITE SUBLIME LIME SUB LIME SUBMARINE TIME TIME TIME
IS THIS A FILLER I DON’T KNOW TIME TIME TIME
In other news TIME TIME TIME I STILL HAVEN’T DONE ANY OF THE TWO COMPOSITIONS I NEED TO FINISH IN NOVEMBER TIME TIME TIME
WHERE’S MY TIME YOU RHYMING BAGS OF CRIME
DID IT GO TO SCHOOL CAUSE IT’S COOL? WELL WOOL’S COOLER THAN A COOLER CAN OF COOL’S IN A COOLER
GRAAAAAAH BLOCKQUOTES THEY WASTE MY TIME THAT’S WHERE MY TIME GOES BLOCKQUOTES BLOCKQUOTE MY TIME INTO BLOCKQUOTES
THAT’S IT GOODBYE
(Hrmm, I don’t think I’ve ever written a ‘Beginning of Winter’ or something like that post before :V We must love beginnings instead of end TIME TIME TIME)
OH AND YOU GUYS SHOULD READ TIME EVEN THOUGH I DON’T READ THE NEW YORK TIMES