The Party of the Century Lives.

[aisalynn]

So I have started the Parties of the Century again. Not many people could come though. Next time, someone else is hosting it. I hate playing hostess. Bah.

It was fun though. Jasmine, Brady, Danielle and I swam for an hour or so, then we went inside to watch "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"---the movie that started it all. However, Phil wasn't there to celebrate with us. Stupid Phil. Stupid camping. Anyway, Trent came for about a half hour, and we all pigged out on nachos. And after the movie, we went back outside and got in the hot tub. It was fun.

I'm exhausted.

Really. I catch my self staring at the computer with what probably is a vague, stupid expression on my face for minutes at a time. But I am going to post this, cause I haven't posted in quite a while.

I wrote two poems. One of them when I was half asleep--I had tro drag myself out of bed at midnight (yes, that is rather early for me to be asleep) to scratch it on a peice of paper. And of course, I couldn't go to sleep after that. The other one I wrote after recieving a not so wonderful grade on my Algebra II test. I hate algebra.



Dancing in the crack of my fortress
while October dreams fly
Playing this make believe game
pretending they're not lies

And remember remember remember
all the things you never knew
'Cause just once you'd like to forget
everything you put yourself through

Tracing patterns with your fingertips
dulling thorns with your tongue
You part your bruised and bloody lips
to sing a song that's allready been sung

And remember remember remember
everything you wish you knew
'Cause just once you'l like to forget
all the things you have to do

Dancing in the crack of my fortress
while October dreams fly
Split open the seems inside me
and my breath escapes with a sigh

-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`

If a+b does equal c
and c-b happens to be e
shoot me.
please shoot me.

If x equals y
and y is thirteen
stab me.
just stab me.

A nice short death is all that I ask
a bullet to the head, my last gasp of breath
To escape this calucated hell
where I have to graph out my misery

How long does it take to get from point a to point b?
Much longer than it takes for my mind to close down.

"And y intercepts at negative three"
What the hell? Are you talking to me?

If 12y is 2x
and x equals 3
shoot me.
please shoot me.

And if m is squared
and you divide it by sixteen
stab me.
just stab me.

A nice sweet death is all I ask
a bullet to the head, my last gasp of breath
Get me out of this calculated hell
where they like to measure my misery

"And here class is your assignment:
1-200, multiples of three"

Someone get me a rope and a ceiling fan.

Comments

Party-Of-The-Century!!

[newyorkdestiny.livejournal.com]

Tonight was indeed fun. "my hard prune" haha. I like the first poem..and still refuse to read the second ;) haha. Well I am off to take some nightquil..hopefully it will make me feel better in the morning (which I doubt) have fun at the party tomorrow :).

[burning-haven.livejournal.com]

you have a pool, don't you.

Nice poems. I actually understand algebra, so... >_>;; Geometry is gonna kill me, though!

Wait, you already *have* math class. bwuahahahah... Hope you guys had a good time.

[aisalynn.livejournal.com]

Yes I do. And a hot tub. :)

I hate algebra, geometry was so easy but algebra... gah.

*glares* stupid people who aren't in school yet..