I'm writing you a love song
I have come to the conclusion as I sit and watch the blue sky rain pine needles, that I am tired. I am tired of
I am tired of seeing the same people day in and day out. I'm tired of taking the same bus to and from. Same number, the 164, at the same times. I'm tired of going to the same buildings which contain the same classes, the same teachers.
I need to break out of the box do something crazy, unusual or even a bit mad.
I just caught my hand in a spider web.
Every time a pine needle hits my page I giggle. A pine needle hitting my paper is something different, is something new.
I got my wish!
From my personal journal 9-28-09 Sitting on RLC's back stairs, watching people and pine needles go by.
Persent day
Today is a Death Cab For Cute/Rufus Wainwright/Coldplay, spiced cider candle, and a cup of warmth kind of day.
For the last 2 weeks I have been sitting in the library and writing random notes, I then rip them out of my notebook. Then I put them in the school's library books, on page 13.
Yesterday I made 9 but only hide 4 of them. One of them read..
"I have a friend Raven, his name is Bob." or something to that affect.
I then put the note in a book called "What a Scarecrow would say". also something to that affect.
I have also been leading a Can You Find This Book, game. That's been fun, but it does take some creativity.
mellow