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Oct. 17th, 2006 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jookitczAccounting tests kill the soul. I spent the day forcing people in my imagination to criticize me, and then shouting back at them. All in my head. It's passively satisfying, but the eventual result is that I get snippy and annoyed without ever talking to a soul.
Anna and I got a free chicken sandwich at lunch, five minutes before Rhetoric. We ate it in a relay as we ran to get our books and stuff, taking turns holding the thing and taking big bites. It was gone before class started. It was awesome.
I drew a picture of Harry Potter during Stats.
I wrote a poem for Priest Lake last night.
Yellow Leaves
Had de Leon but veered north and west
He might have found his treasure.
A forest lake ablaze in autumn
Reflects the changing world around it
With a youth's indifference to the snapping chill
And quiet, bright eyes
That do not blink
When a leaf disturbs the still
With the barest watery noise.
His eyes drink the sight
Like a restorative, unfurling
For the cool light, embracing
The mist-swept air, and drifting
To rest in reflection.
Blah.
Anna and I got a free chicken sandwich at lunch, five minutes before Rhetoric. We ate it in a relay as we ran to get our books and stuff, taking turns holding the thing and taking big bites. It was gone before class started. It was awesome.
I drew a picture of Harry Potter during Stats.
I wrote a poem for Priest Lake last night.
Yellow Leaves
Had de Leon but veered north and west
He might have found his treasure.
A forest lake ablaze in autumn
Reflects the changing world around it
With a youth's indifference to the snapping chill
And quiet, bright eyes
That do not blink
When a leaf disturbs the still
With the barest watery noise.
His eyes drink the sight
Like a restorative, unfurling
For the cool light, embracing
The mist-swept air, and drifting
To rest in reflection.
Blah.