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| A Few Things About Myself... | What's On My Mind?? | ||||||||||||||||
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Hey there!! My name is Liz. I am from Warsaw, Indiana. (USA) I hope you enjoy my homepage!! And if you like it a lot, and you want to make one of your own, go to www.fortunecity.com ! My ICQ nickname is Deanna. If you want to chat with me on ICQ, my number is 28083292. I attend Edgewood Middle School. It's pretty cool there, but I guess I only like it because I see my friends there. But it's summer now.. unfortunately. You see, I was a very unique student at Edgewood this year because I was like, the only seventh grader that was dreading summer break. I have good reasons for this, too. None of my friends live in my neighborhood. I have three stinking jobs this summer. Who would want to stay home on the days they don't work with their mother's awful boyfriend??? Not me!! As you can see, I am dreading summer break. Oh well.. I guess I'll live.. some how... |
I'm soo bored, now. School is out, and even though it's only the first day of summer break, it seems like it's been an eternity!! Nobody is online my ICQ program, so screw that. Nobody's in the chatroom. But then I could be working on my room right now... It's a mess. Not like cluttered floor mess, or unorganized mess. I mean that my room is the girliest room in Indiana. My mom decorated it when I was like, three years old. And it hasn't been changed since!!! It still has stupid pink ducks on the walls, and a Humpty Dumpty lamp.. Gag me!! I've tried to make it as 'un-girly' as possible by putting up posters and cool little stickers, but nothing makes that stupid room look better!! And I'm having a party in two weeks!!!! Oh well.. I don't have to let anybody in my room, now do I? It is so hot here, we could all just die!! It's been in the upper nineties the past week and a half here in UPPER Indiana. I'd hate to be someplace like Florida right now!! Hmm.. I'm probably boring the crap out of you, right? Maybe I'll just put one of my poems in here, to keep you occupied a bit. This is one of those poems that are made up as sort of a story.. but I like to call it poetry. But I must warn you: If you don't like poetry, then don't read it and complain to me about it!! You send me a complaint e-mail, and I'll just send you this message back: IF YOU DON'T LIKE POETRY THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE READ THE FREAKIN' THING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! So don't even waste your time. But those of you that like poetry, I hope you enjoy!! Fall In the fall, I see many colors: red, orange, yellow, light green. I see orange, glowing pumpkins for Halloween. I also see skeletons dangling from roofs and spiders on cobwebs decorating the houses. I see leaves falling from trees, and I see dead things all around. Dead doesn't mean ugly, remember. I even hear the dead leaves as I walk down my driveway hearing a crunch with every step. I hear Halloween music; some meant to scare, other music meant to just be there. I hear the distant whirring of a combine in a field. I hear the wind whistle past my window at night, making it hard to sleep. I hear the honking of geese and the playful chirping of other birds as they migrate to warmer places. I taste the smoke of burning leaves, making my mouth hot and dry. (Yuck.) I also feel my mouth being burnt by hot cider, and now I can't taste the hot drink. I taste the salty pumpkin seeds, the ones from our now jack-o-latern. I taste chocolate cake from my father's birthday on October 22. I taste candy bars and fruity suckers on Halloween night, and it's now time to start another diet. I can also smell the rich chocolate being stuffed in the mouths of young children. I smell the awful smell of rotten eggs, with teenage boys smashing them on houses and causing a wretched stink. And I smell wet toilet paper, having been stuck in trees and since been rained on. I smell the fall rain, as it burns out all fires and the smell of burning leaves deceases. I touch a miniature candy bar, having a little crinkle every time my fingers makes the slightest move. I touch slimy pumpkin insides as I grab a handful of slippery seeds and quickly grind it up in the garbage disposal. I feel rough leaves brushing against my leg as I rake the yard. I feel the cold, brisk air making me shiver. I feel the plastic wrapper of a candy bar crunch up in my hand. Then it starts to get a bit colder, and I see little childrens' parents slipping jackets on their little ones. I see more mittens, and hats. I feel the soon coming winter chill. I hear the wind. And then comes the snow, and fall is over. | ||||||||||||||||
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