mundane.

Purchases:
dinner, from ham's.
a fire-truck themed toothbrush that spins and simultaneously lights up, from food lion.
lindt milk chocolate truffles, from food lion.
orbit and 5gum, from food lion.
caramel macchiato, from starbucks.


What's needed:
twister sheet, from sarah.
project questions, from anyone willing to help.
ability to complete algebra dos, from teacher.
bag of individually wrapped candy for keyclub, from food lion.
inspiration to complete both theatre projects, from self.


Likely to get:
twister sheet, tomorrow morning.
project questions, through out tomorrow.
passed grade in algebra dos, due to major counselor sucking up.
individually wrapped candy, after pay check.
inspiration, from glare given so graciously by teacher.


Golly, I'm glad that I'm so awesome at prioritizing.
I'm even more glad that my sarcasm gives me the ability to complain with out ruining moods,
only my own.


The planet itself is given the ability to spin, by schedule, on an axis. It's planned and orchestrated by whatever you happen to believe created or caused existence, and can be constantly counted upon. I, on the other hand, spin by the hand of the clock. The bell signals my new season and the rush of people are the waves that wash me clean, allowing new beginning with old trials.

I'm sick of old trials.
I'm sick of new beginnings.
Give me something constant and stead-fast,
something I want to be consistent.
And then show me it always. Let it ring through my head
like that wicked bell, and surround me like the clock
spins through my mind, guiding my life.
I'd like to base my life around something that matters.
Algebra Dos and Chemistry don't count as such,
credits don't count as such,
those waves and waves of people who come to wash me clean
but never fully let me begin anew
certainly don't count.
I'd really like for something that counts.
Please and thank you.