riot against count olaf, anyone?

Do you remember
many years ago
when we were young,
how we used to play together
every day?

It seems like yesterday-
the childhood world
of clowns and cotton candy
and summer days
that never seemed to end
when we played hide'n'seek
from four o'clock till dusk
then sat outside on someone's stoop
and listened to the crickets
and slapped away mosquitoes
and talked about our dreams
and what we'd do when we grew uo
until our mothers called us in.

And do you remember
that one winter when it snowed
for days and days on end
and we tried to build an igloo
like the Eskimos?
Or when we made a game
of raking leaves
all up and down the street
until we'd made the biggest pile
the world had ever seen
and then we jumped in it?
Or how about the time
we gathered honeysuckle
from your yard
and sold it to the neighbors?
And the grand day when finally
the training wheels came off our bikes
and we were free
to explore the whole world
in an afternoon
so long as we stayed
on our own street.

But those days passed by furtively
and we grew up, as children do
until we reached a day when we
assumed that we were too grown-up
to play amid the trees on summer nights...
and when I see you now
you've changed in ways I can't explain.
You're like a rose that blooms before its time
and falls a victim to
the February frost.

Because the waist on your jeans is getting tight,
symbolic of a youth that's not your own,
and your face is pale and green-
You don't look well.
I see you scowling at the street
from the window in your room,
it's so rare to see you smiling anymore.
And when a car pulls up outside
you run downstairs and out the door
with a suitcase in each hand
and the car speeds away,
and the girl next door is gone.

And I long once more
for the summer days
when I stood on your porch
and banged on your door
and bade you come outside to greet
the afternoon's adventures.

Won't you come out to play, once more?
For we are still so young...

-Amanda Dykstra

(she wrote the poetry, but the sentiment fits for me.)

i changed something!

if you can figure out what it is, tell the world in a comment on this post!

until then, no more updates!

i have no idea how this happens...

it is 4:31AM. I am trying to stay up till this afternoon because Mr.PhysicalTherapyMan wants me to cycle forward since i have insomnia and am going to sleep during the morning/day and getting up at evening/night. (maybe i really am a vampire- haha.) but when i tried to go to bed earlier to fix this problem, i couldnt sleep. theoretically it works like this:

Day 1
4AM: go to bed
4PM: wake up

Day 2
9AM: go to bed
9PM: wake up

Day 3
2PM: go to bed
2AM: wake up

Day 4
7PM: go to bed
7AM: wake up

or something like that, resulting, as you see by Day 4, in me sleeping at night. the only problem is, ironically, i have physical therapy. so im skipping to Day 3 even though it is really only Day 2. in a few minutes, i am going to go try to clean the kitchen and make breakfast for my housemates, since they have places to go and im up anyway. hopefully after that i will work on my diagram for my aunt and then maybe do some writing. (the diagram is a modified Triangle, without the K, for those that dont know.)

anyway, i got on here to say that while i am killing time to make the night pass, im hanging out on lappy and making what i intended to be a little playlist for the day. somehow it is now 48 songs. how does that happen?

01.10.07sasquatchcola.blogspot.com/comment.

me too.