I cut my hair

Since cutting my hair I've been quite the sensation in middle school these past few days. The sixth grade girls screamed when they saw me and ran to find their friends to tell the news. One girl looked as if she would cry. This is the life--lavished with attention for doing...well, almost nothing.  

Flicker

I see the dark inside you pressing to get out,
the gray dusk you push back with black kohl around your eyes
it lies
you are more than the shades you have invited in,
more than the valleys you have wandered
forget not
this truth
and the dark will flicker out

Silence

My world is quiet now,
head filled with nonsense and cotton wool
I slow, stilling further,
feel keenly this war within--
one must die that the other may live,
and I know this dance of Death,
throat slit from the inside.
I succumb to silence.

School Snapshots

The Giver awaits

The Great Bard watches. I once suggested we light candles and bow down before him, but I was told it sounded a bit blasphemous.

Teacher Win

 Today I made these bathroom signs.

I Have a Question

I have done nothing with my blog, willfully neglected it for weeks, and yet the viewer count seems to hold steady. What I really want to know is, what are you looking at? Why do you visit when I do nothing? There isn't anything to see but the same old pictures again and again. I think about this and I know you cannot be new people stopping by because that, when counted up, would be a ridiculous number of readers. And I know I cannot be that entertaining.

I am bored with this--I must do something new. I don't know what, but I need somehow to stretch my creative muscles in a new, interactive way. I was thinking of maybe taking up vlogging, but that, I know, takes up time for shooting and editing, nevermind learning the software. Maybe later.

And that is my problem. Later, I tell myself and struggle with ambition. In my mind I have excused the entropy of my household, my growing piles of laundry by suggesting (to myself) that I am but an undiscovered genius, a brilliant mind so taken up with greatness it cannot remember to buy toilet paper. Geniuses cannot be expected to be good at everything. A clean house? What's that? An empty sink? Who needs it?

Unexpected

Since the advent of Disney's new animated movie Frozen, I have heard its songs in the school hallways, on the bus, and from colleagues (ahem). After school the other day I was sitting at my computer when I hear a knock on my door, and then someone sings, "Do you want to build a snowman?"
A pause.
"It doesn't have to be a snowman."
The door opens and in comes Joseph "the Monster" Yun, tall and husky in one of those knock-down-drag-out ways, capable of muscling his way through four opponents on the rugby field, actually kind under all that loud brashness. "What spelling list do we have this week?" He glances at the homework board.
"I haven't given it to you yet."
"Oh." He opens the door and makes to leave and sings out, "Okay, byyyyyyyeeeee!"
The door shuts behind him.

True story.