Odd evening

I decided this morning that I was in a poetic mood, so I put on my very favorite black turtleneck sweater. This resulted in a friend of mine telling me that I looked very artistic today. He makes me laugh.

Most of this evening has been spent floating around from room to room. Davis tried to steal the entire pan of brownies, but we were able to compromise on my giving him one single brownie before he left. I was invited to dinner (stuffed pork chops, green bean casserole, and au gratin potatoes... num...) and later taken to the mall to ogle yarn and books. I did my homework in a friends' room while watching a bunch of National Geographic specials on body modification and bloodletting. I spent a good deal of time upstairs talking and watching people play video games. All in all, a satisfying night. I'm starting to believe that I lead a charmed life; things just always seem to work out one way or another.

Still, I'm having difficulty coming up with decent poetry. I've got little ideas, and most of them revolve around love and relationships, a topic I am unschooled in. I feel love, but have difficulty expressing it.

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And an hour later, I feel pain, too. I've been out again, with boys with sticks, and me with sticks. This time I actually did get hit, hard enough to hurt, but still all in good fun. My adrenaline is going, still going, it makes me careless. And tired, worn out. I have some typing to do. Better finish it before I go to sleep.