Questions.

Questions.
Too many questions, wrapped up inside.
I feel them all, not wanting to hide.
Writhing inside, I feel pain, I feel hurt.
Wandering around, I wonder what works.
Asking questions, not getting answers,
Makes the head hurt, and the heart yearn.

The last of the poems.

Amen.

Or not.

Here's to an all-nighter

Well, I didn't think I'd be staying up all night tonight... I just kept looking at my watch and the hours flew by. Well, all is not lost. Here's a list of what I've achieved thus far:

1. Figure out my class schedules for this summer and coming fall.
2. Look into various computer certifications, gape at the requirements for CompTIA A+ at the community college... 14 credits. Ouch. The CISCO certificate is 16, and the Security one is 15, so it's par for the course I guess. A beast of a cert. is the Database Certificate, at a whopping 31 credits. It's like it's own minor.
3. Find out I know most of the first A+ objective, but fail miserably at the other two.
4. Look over some more scholarships and determine which ones should be applied for soon.
5. Check Gmail.
6. Find a free web based touch-typing aid.
7. Check Google Reader.
8. Check Twitter.
9. Watch several video podcasts
10. Check Gmail.
11. Blog.
12. Look out the window and realize "Holy crap it's getting light out!"

Yay me! And yes, I know I put checking my email on there twice, I did it a lot, as well as Reader, cause I added a few RSS feeds tonight.

Stuff I need to do today:

1. Call Financial Aid and the Registrar.
2. Get the oil changed in the car.
3. Finish homework.
4. Catch up on Statistics labs.
5. Stay away in class.
6. Sleep.

I really need sleep, but I'm afraid if I go to bed I won't wake up in time to call around and get the oil changed. So, if anybody reads this, please put down your favorite energy drink or stay-awake method that doesn't involve coffee... though Mom just got some Autocrat coffee syrup... it may be just the right time to try some. Anywho... now for another 15.25 hours of wakefulness... Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt...

Gilligan(zzzzz)

Words vs Thoughts

Too many words, lots of thinking
Bunches of words, not enough thoughts
Fewer words, little thought
No words, no thought
Many words, too much thought.
End. Or the beginning?

Yeah, it's kinda like that.

Today, at least.

Poetry

Poetry is lovely, poetry is nice
Often is warm, sometimes like ice.
Poetry reveals life,
just like novels do.
I'm writing a poem,
You should too.

lolcats make me laugh

and I just thought this one was too good to resist sharing. I may post some more later as they come up...

Missed one, so here's two.

Sometimes I like you, others I'm sad.
But I never hate you, and often I'm glad.
You seem to see the trouble,
but fixing it is hard
Popping the bubble
into a million shards.
Bringing you down
Is what I'll do
Turning you around
And finding something new.


Is this the end, or only a beginning?
What will mistakes, in the future be bringing?
Will life go on, as does the mail?
Or will everything crash, catastrophic fail?

A change of pace

A change of pace,
A brand new space
Life seems dense
When you just see the fence
Climb up, climb over
See the field of clover
Waiting on the other side
The clover, it is there
You can smell it in the air
And all that you must do is venture around
The fence on this side, firmly on the ground
Walk around, walk around, for a year maybe two
You keep getting closer, and it teases you
With it's fragrance you smell it
And desperately want it
But alas, it is not yet ripe to pluck

Angsty Blog #2

What can I do? I'm just a born fool.
Singing sweet nothings into the air.
I feel that I knew, I just jumped in a pool,
Swimming in garbage with narry a care.

Angsty poem #1

Life is good when nobody cares.
You only hurt people when they see your life, or you see theirs.
Sometimes you feel you've fallen down a flight of stairs.
Getting up is too hard, can't turn back cause I'm not scared,
Why should I care? You'll only stare.
Life is good when nobody cares.
Especially me, because life isn't fair.

Drat, missed another one.

At least I was being productive.

The Count

One week more to call my own.
Two lives to shape and hone.
Three may bring much fear and doubt.
Four times forty I'll cry and shout.
Five fingers on each hand of mine.
Six days before I lose my mind.
Seven before I make my home.

Poems

I think I shall write a poem.
I'll use the words cause I know'em.
I write in rhyme
and sing in time
And now I'll say Shalom.

National Poetry Month?

Well lookie there... I've been reminded that it's National Poetry month... and I just happened to have been dealt a heaping pile of angst. We'll see how this works out. Next post before midnight.