Summer as of NOW.

Not much really. I think i already miss school, but it's nice doing nothing. For now. I look back through the past two years, knowing I could've done so many things differently. Then I get mad 'cause it's already too late. I noticed that there isn't much you can blog if there isn't a question to answer. Unless you're ready to spill who you are. I like being confusing when it comes to those things. ;D Especially on blogspot. Especially.

Holyflyingpenguins.

Oh, Dear Blog.
I said that I might keep writing in you over the summer. I really am not sure. How many people are going to keep blogging after this assignment? Mmm, not so many. What will I write in you if there isn't a question needing an answer? I have no idea. You might just turn into a place for questions. And where I practice my poetry. I am so sorry to have to break it to you. I know it's heartbreaking~

Gradient. (Poem)

Light colors first!
Magenta, Rose, Pink.
I guess laughter can be Pink,
Bubbly, happy, and cute;
When someone's wearing their best suit.
You gotta agree, pink is a cute color.

Keep going...
After the light colors;
Magenta, Rose, Pink,
Your palette gets darker.
Blood, Red...THINK-
What reminds you of these colors?

Going back in time.
How could such dark, depressing colors
Come from such cute colors, when you were at your prime?
Unexpected, your suit is stained with colors
So dark, so hard to rub off, that it seems like a crime.
Can they get any darker?

Flashforward...
Tried EVERYTHING, but they don't come out, the colors.
In fact, they seemed to be getting darker, darker, and darker...
THINK... See, there's another option. Another door. Another opportunity.
Choices are Pros and Cons. Not choosing might bring regrets. But I guarantee
This stain can go away.

I gots some Bad Habits~

After reading Ann's comment on Ms. Fitz's blog, I thought about my own procrastination. And my laziness. Then I thought about the bad habits my mom has been trying to get me to stop and realized that theres quite a lot...Apparently, I need to stop shaking my foot/leg when I sit, start eating more fruit, and stop talking so fast. See, I talk fast naturally. If I talk any slower, it feels like I'll lose my train of thought, or lose people's attention. I'm not sure why I shake my foot...I tried replacing it by playing with my thumbs, but that's weird. I like fruit, but because I'm lazy, I don't eat except when I'm hungry. Or until I get yelled at. Pretty hard habits to break! See, right now I'm shaking my foot.

I'm so Excited!!

WOOT! School's almost over. Can't wait for summer, when I can sit around, do nothing, and barely have anything to worry about.

• Getting a tan: I haven't been tan in a long time. I've been too pale for too long.
• High school sounds like fun. But it's going to be pretty different with everyone going to different schools :/
• Uhh...Having more time to run around and goof off. Thats always great.
• Birthdays! Us summer babies tend to be forgotten

Tragic Oil Spills

What do I know about this picture?
I know that the two birds in the picture are probably the same type of bird. Except one is suffocating in oil. It really breaks my heart to know that this is what's happening in the world, and to wildlife.

It makes me think, 'what if there wasnt oil drilled there in the first place?', 'why wasn't the cap on the pipe checked to make sure that it worked properly?'. It's far too late to be asking these questions, but we can always take this and learn from it for the future. But it gives me such a frustrated feeling knowing that wildlife such as those two birds are paying for our mistake. I remember reading an article about how it took too much time and effort to clean every single animal affected by the oil spill, so an idea was proposed to kill the oil-covered animals, or to just let them die. Thats what it's come to? I am shocked, speechless and...Ashamed.

Nostalgic

Yesterday I went to visit my old school and it felt so weird, walking around. It's been about 5 years since I last stepped foot in the playground, and it felt like a dream walking through there again. Everywhere i looked, it seemed like memories were coming back to life. Very odd. I remembered things I didnt think I would remember, and the playground seemed so small. The tire that was like a mountain to me is now two steps away, the bars i used to try so hard to get up on are as tall as me. The bridge on the "big toy" is rusty, the sawdust is weathered and old. I was sad. Haha, all those good times. Its amazing I still remember.

Blogging.

So, why do people blog? To rant, vent, to let it all out? What audience is everyone writing to? I myself, am not sure who I'm writing to. I might just be looking for answers to all this. I am new at all this blogging, and I've always wondered how some people are comfortable with spilling everything about themselves onto a blog. I'm tempted to try it out just to see how it feels, but I know I'll never get around to it.. One last question: Any critique for my blog layout?