On the bus today I was having girl-cramps and a concerned male friend asked me why I was hunched over and Im all like "long story short, I have cramps." and then she said "oh you should try peptol bismol for that" and Im like "thats for stomachs, this isn't my stomach" and then asked what kindve cramps they are and then I said that they were 'girl-part cramps' and hes like "OMGosh! those can get crampt, weird"
and For the rest of the day he gave me such an odd look whenever he saw and he told me on numerous occasions how he finds it so odd knowing that Im in pain cuzza that but that I'm acting all cool.
Then then we were at the play and a older female character was played by a guy and it was so funny because it reminded me of Scott Thompson (from kids in the hall) impersonation of the queen of england.
Also there's this one small part in the play when two characters are talking, the play was called the "The Importance of being Earnest" and the two character dont really like eachother and ones from the city (Gwendelline) and ones from the country (cecil) and they're where Cecil lives and this is how their convo goes like this:
Gwendelline: My you have a lot of flowers here in the country
Cecil: My yes they're quite common here as people in the city are common
And it was such a diss to Gwendelline to be called common, given the era.
Ok and today in writer's craft we started poetry so I thought I would include a poem I've written. Except I don't really know if it is a poem or not. Not likely but the most bloody poetic thing to come out of this mind for quite sometime, I'd like to make note that is very much in rough stages of being write.
Long ago the world was young, chicken and man both walked freely about the land.
And if man was hungry he would hunt a chicken for food.
Although the chickens did not appreciate this, they accepted it as the natural order.
Later on, man began to think. He began to realize things he'd never thought before.
If chickens are in a pen they cannot roam so far and will be easier to hunt, so he fenced his brethren up.
The chickens opposed but were soon forced to accept this fate.
The world began to change and man's thoughts revolutionized with that change.
And Man's hunger grew. So he packed his comrades into smaller pen and made them a commodity.
The chickens had to accept this.
The world was still constantly changing, and man thought, perhaps I can make the chickens bigger.
So he began to give his yolkfellow chemicals that made him bigger but caused him great pain.
And the chickens had forgotten what acceptance was.
So when you sit down for your dinner I plea that you say not a prayer for your God. For he is your heavenly father, and as his children it is his divine duty to take care of us, I ask that you pray for the chickens who's only sin was accepting their fate.
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2 comments:
That was quit the poem. It made me smile (almost laugh) .. perhaps that wasn't your intention.
Kids in the hall rocks.
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