a poem, by abi

abi is good

abi is great

play with her

you can be the bait

now people talk about her, 'bout the color of her hair, about the things that she believes in 'bout the clothes she wears, friends she chooses, what she dreams and dares. and they'll try to rearrange her from the bottom to the top, but you gotta stand up and say...

abi is cool

abi loves megan

she's not interested in you, stupid

so don't come beggin'

I AM A POET (betcha didn't know it)

random sidenotes: so, rent in cedar falls on sunday (and saturday, but i can't get work off for saturday... i don't think i can at least....) but yeah, it's going to kick some major ass.

paulina and i wrote ben a love letter on the inside of a graham cracker box today at lunch... it was a very heartfelt letter. it even had footnotes... we hung it up in his locker. ben says that he hopes neither of us ever actually try to write a love letter, because we suck at it. i think he should be grateful anyone loves him at all *mocks ben*. uh... marching band tonight... ooh hey, i have to go back to school now. hehe... senior recognition is at 7 (i'm a senior! come and recognize me!) then, we march pregame... then we sit in the stands ... then we watch some random indiana marching band do their show during our halftime... which is the stupidest thing in the whole world. but, whatever. uh yeah.

lots of people wanna go out and do stuff after the game tonight since it's our last home game...

i just want to say "GO ERIN!" for not letting everyone talk her into dying her hair green. because... yeah, it wouldn't show up and it would just be bad for her hair, so yay for her not doing it. *applauds*

i'm going to school now. for real.

i forgot to eat lunch. damn. like, i have two hours... and i didn't eat anything *sigh*

bye.

*megan*