i'm not a writer

But I do write. Like, April is Nat. Poetry Month and the library has a contest and this week is Haiku Week and Haiku I like, they're simple, so I wrote one:
Real or not, I bet
sometimes the Loch Ness Monster
gets really lonely.
Actually, as opposed to other poems I write, I like. And am rather proud of it. The only other poem I've written and liked, Commercial Breaks, was two years ago. I wrote it on a whim a few months before we did a poetry bit in class and when we did that, I just turned in that poem. And the teacher really liked it. wait, I'll find it...So the teacher readit aloud, to the class. If I would have been there, I would have been mortified. It's rather good, I think. Here, I found it in an old email to Heather with this attached:
"Okay so I wrote this awhile ago and I'm not sure about it because I'M NOT A POET AND I DO KNOW IT. Whaddaya think?

Commercial Breaks

If life was like the TV,

there'd be dramatic music,

snappy comebacks,

happy endings,

and commercial breaks.

But it isn't

and the dramatic music

doesn't play when kitty dies

or at grandpa's funeral.

There are no snappy comebacks

during a divorce or

when two people hate each other

so much

they can barely live together.

And there are no happy endings,

for when somebody dies

they don't come back

in the next episode

and they sure as hell just

don't get replaced with

another actor

and daddy's drinking

doesn't go away

in episodes to come.

Commercial breaks don't exist

expecially when you need one

like if mom and dad

got into a fight

and when the words from the sponsors are finished,

they've reconciled.

And test results don't come back

right after the newest ads for Microsoft and

McDonalds,

they come back after

days and days of waiting

and wondering

if mommy's going to die.

But life isn't like the TV.

Because we don't have

dramatic music,

snappy comebacks,

happy endings,

or commercial breaks

even if we really need them."

It is the height of my poem-writing career. Between that and Loch Ness Monster. Anyway, I wrote Commercial Breaks around the time when mom and dad were fighting a lot and there was a cancer scare with somebody in our family. And dad drank a lot. And I watched a lot of TV shows. But my kitty didn't die. Or my granpda. Or well. They did. Just not then. Uh, I still watch a lot of TV. But everything else is good. Heather wrote back with a 'That's actually pretty good'. Which was nice from her. She writes emo/dark/sad/vengeful poetry. Real poetry.

I also wrote a poem about a Sasquatch. I've been thinking a lot of Bigfoot and Sasquatches recently. I draw him on my math papers. Sometimes, he has a violin case with him. So I wrote a poem called Sasquatch Is Lonely. And it's about how lonely he is. I think I will enter it into the contest, next week, along with Commercials Breaks, even if Commercials Breaks is outdated. Meh.
Hey. I just got a call from an online high school guy. Weird. Yesterday, I signed up to recieve info on some virtual high school. I did not expect him to call me. I've been thinking about it, online highschool. What I'd like is mostly online high school with like one class at the regular high school. But I don't think I can do that. Man. Anyway, note to self: self, you put that number he gave you under the The Sims 2 Pets book right above the computer monitor. Okay? Okay.

Ah, next week on American Idol is Rat Pack Week. SQUEE! Cannot. WAIT. for all of them to RUIN these songs. Ah well but fun, yes?

Hmm no school tomorrow. Which I could play SIMS. Oh, gotta call Mary Joss.