dear der(rida)ek,
i love soren

knocking on that door sent nerves up my spine
by our matching colors i knew she would be mine
the door is openened by her provider
and i count the seconds, anxiously awaiting my princess
the clock ticks '60 and she floats down the staircase
my vision is blurred all around her perfect form,
yet she is perfectly clear, perfectly, beautifully stunning
trying my hardest to hide my excitement, the insides of my
cheeks quiver because they can't cover my smile, yet
every bit of muscle is trying
after my eyes are blinded, i help her into the car,
driving was the most difficult task that evening-
i did not want to take my eyes off of her
each and every second was another life full of
passion, full of love, full of beauty only God is responsible for
my mind being pulled in a thousand directions-
i felt like the beast, dancing with the bauty, simply
swaying across the floor like we were on the clouds
the evening was so perfectly improvised that it seemed
like a movie clip- wanting so much to stay there forever,
yet wanting at the same time to be able to extract myself
from the perfectly painted photo to see its true beauty.
i decided to stay put; however, because i knew full well that
the beauty on the outside was simply a reflection of the beauty
on the inside- conjured by ourselves.
even after the tie was off, and the dress hung up
her natural, pure figure radiated a sense of peace
that only the birds of the forrest could comprehend
forever the night will be remembered
forever the painting will be envied 

I read all of sorens entries and i do not know what to do with myself.  He writes about how, while reading poems, he feels his words dont live up to their potential.  this is ironic, because of everybody i know, soren is the best with words.  I guess i feel about his speaking style the way he feels about poetry.  Meh, just a thought.

Prom is approaching, and i am becoming more and more excited by the day.  At first it seemed like the thing to do, but i realize now that it is much more.  It is a time to relax, and to celebrate the end to a good year.  To enjoy a time together as an entire student body.  To understand that even though we have so many differences, we can all enjoy the same words, to the same beat, coming from the same speakers.  I am also excited because i am going to pass the night away with my most cherished jewel.  No, not my aunt (her name is jewel, tehe) but Ms. Emily L. Schenck.  She is so good to me, and i cannot wait to show her the time of her life.  I also believe that we will be chillin with teh iN and danielle, which could prove to be a bit awkward, but at the same time, it will be a blast.  I hope all you are able to come join us, and if so i will see you there.

This week is awesome, we have taks, and close to no work at all. It is amazing.  I am about to have alot of history work, because i haven't done any all year, and im thinking that maybe if i do this80-page packet thing, i might be able to BS my way into a 3 on the AP.  Other than that, i just have english, which i can pretty much just do in class, and pre-cal, which i can just do in class, and during history.  Bottom line:  school is pretty much a breeze, but i just need to find motivation for the next two weeks, or so.

I work, alot, still.  Its actualy less than 20 hours a week, but because of school, it seems like alot.  I will be excited for the summer, when i might be working around 30 hours a week, and will still be able to catch up with friends, and spend muchos time with emily.  But, it is a fun job, and i will be sad to give it up when the summer comes to an end.

I think that is all.  And if not, maybe i will have to update again. 

Peace out, and leave comments!

i wrote a poem:

I wear my flag basically wherever i go.
I am very proud of my flag; however, i feel that sometimes i do it no justice.
i love to wrap it around me, it keeps me warm
Sometimes, while i am in a gloomy mood, all i have to do is look at my flag, and i smile.
It makes me laugh... it makes me want to be better- so that i don't defame its name
it is pure, honest, and flys high above us, even during the rains and storms
If i didn't have my flag, i would not have that symbol for what i live for, i would be at a loss for... everything
if my flag ever touches the ground, i shant burn it-
i will pick it up, dust it off, and patch up the holes
my flag is irreplaceable, and one grass stain will not make me toss it,
i will carry my flag with me for the rest of my days,
when my time comes, my flag will go to sleep, too, laying right next to me.

thats it and thats all man, thats only in tha monin'