Reliving memories.

I found this poem that I wrote in April 2008:

Today I woke up and spit on the world, because it smiled at me.

I knocked down the door and cursed the ground as it gently let me be.

The sunshine kept me warm and well and the grass just made me smile.

And I kicked the dirt in fury as I walked on for a while.

I did not see the fluffy clouds, though white and full of good.

I only saw the cracked old tree where a baby tree once stood.

"That's an ugly tree." I exclaimed as I picked up its last fruit

I threw it down and smashed it in my anger, with my boot.

The tree looked down in sadness as it waved it branches slowly.

"You took my one and only son, the apple I'd been growing.

And carelessly you took, only thinking of yourself.

Now you please be off, and go live life, in your grandest richest wealth."

I needed nothing really, but I took from what he had.

I realized what I'd done just then and I dropped my head, so sad.

The day would not get better, the suns hot rays would never fade.

Then the tree that I had wronged reached out, and with his branches gave me shade.

...and I found this post from May of 2008. How hilarious to read back about it. I hardly remember writing it.

"Right now I want to talk about how fluffy the couch is and how it reminds me of a huge marshmallow covered in expensive graham cracker sprinkles. I want to jump on the bed and see how many times i can touch the ceiling with my head before laying down in total exhaustion. I sooooo want to dust the top of the refrigerator just for fun...and strangely, love it. I can't wait to pick the rocks out of the bottom of my tennis shoes with a toothpick and I cannot stand it how much I want to climb a hill and get my feet so dirty that when I take a shower, I leave dirt rings in the bottom of the tub. I want to do my homework, but opening a book is worse than Chinese water torture. I need a good trip to the zoo and some Vanilla Dr. Pepper. I need a hug from my brother and I need to hear the muffin joke from Roxanne. I want to drive 200 mph--on a motorcyle. As long as it's black, I think I could pull of the hardcore look. I want to type this whole post in the phonetic alphebet but I can't type a schwa unfortunately. Now that...that would be fun."