This morning I woke up from a nice sleep, I am getting better at this whole go to bed early thing. I think my body is starting to recover and feel normal again. This week I have not been feeling myself, I am never in a real good mood and I just feel sad...and I know exactly why. Hopefully though that in the next few months that follow(even the years that follow) will be happy and my dreams and plans work out. That WE work out. Anyways, enough of that. My feet are wet, my legs are getting dry and I am cold. I am developing this love/hate relationship for the weather up here in Logan. I am enjoying the weather right now, but this morning, heading to biology, I hated it. I was nearly completely soaked when I arrived, along with being very cold. I need warmer cloths and gear. And also something to cover my backpack so Clifford can stay warm and dry. I really wish I had a good poem to post today, but all I have is my old Creative Writing stuff, so here is a poem I wrote last year:
Chairs are the best way to sit
They provide back support and a place to rest
But resting is the best in bed
With big pillows and such
But it’s not great when someone eats crackers
While they are in bed
Then its makes everything all scratchy
And that is never good
When I climb in, I notice crumbs
Frustrated, I get out
There is no more clean sheets
Oh dear
So I think that I will just stand
Oh wait, there is a chair.
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