Poem

Here is a poem I had to write for class. The teacher said she really didn't understand it. I guess I probably don't either. It's about the fight my mom and I had when I "got drunk" (not really) at church and then snuck out with Tarrah.

Thesaurus for an Argument

Bunged heavens, daybreak,
a maid, present the kitchen,
neatly stacking the forks'
immaculate morning metal,
Maple bacon, mini-Perrier, signs,
Atlas Shrugged and light shafts.

Bare liberty, pink wraith, lithe -
the girl privilaged, the palms
defeat mutually the sill,
carcass of flute, twilight,
lemons duped, nip-flagon, mark
flyer, claptrap, and gut.

Open air, Virago in the kitchen
beating together the plates,
ruins of glass, lemon lollipops,
beer bottle labels,
commercial drivel,
a Misty, ringing red on tray lips.

Oops

I forgot to explain my bad dream! I got carried away. Tarrah was right - this blog is fun! I don't care if anyone reads it but it's nice to get all of my thoughts out of my head and out into the hive mind.
So here is my dream:
I am walking on the beach. The beach is pure crystal white and the ocean is black. The sky is black and the sun is red. It doesn't illuminate anything, but I can see all around me anyway. What I mean is, the source of light doesn't seem to be beaming from the sun. Somehow I know that the sun is dying. In all directions there is nothing as far as I can see. In the ocean something is rippling the water and every once in a while something ripples the sand. I turn around and see someone behind me walking away. It's a boy and I know that I need to catch up to him and talk to him, but he's far away. I walk towards him, and get closer and closer and though he is moving forward, he doesn't really seem to be getting farther away because I am catching up to him. Finally I get closer and the sand starts to shake and rumble, like thunder. Something pierces the water and then goes below the surface. I reach out and put my hand on the boy's arm and he starts to turn, and then this big worm bursts out of the sand Tremors style and closes over me before I can see who I am trying to talk to. I open my mouth to scream, but wake up instead with my mouth open.
That's a wierd dream, huh? I've had the exact same dream twice and I wonder what it means. It scares me so bad I have to go into my mom's room and brave Mr. Pippens (my mom's poodle - he's mean) and lay down on the bench at the end of her bed if Mr. P doesn't try to bite me.

My bad dream

As the World Turns sucks and Fannie told me to hush up because she wanted to watch her sucky shows. Mignon is in a bad mood too because she's missing her shows and Fannie gets to watch them. But Mignon is always in a bad mood. That means she's prolly gonna cook something totally lame for supper like Vineyard chicken. I am so freaking tired of Vineyard Chicken. If I have to eat one more bite of chicken I am going to go on a freaking chicken massacre (no, I take that back, not a chicken massacre because that would give us even more chicken to eat). Seriously, how many different ways can you cook chicken? In the last two weeks we've had chicken strips, Vineyard chicken (twice!), fried chicken, chicken fried steak (I know, but still!), Grilled chicken, Baked chicken, that kind of fake grilled chicken that has the grill marks on it but you really just heat it up in the oven, chicken enchiladas, disgusting chicken fajitas from a bag, and also some quail (it's in the same family). We don't even own chickens. We have freaking cows! How can we own freaking cows and NEVER EAT BEEF! It's always the chicken around here. I mean we have horses too. What's wrong with a little horse meat? They eat it in France. Just kidding (but not about eating it in France because I had it there before and didn't know until after - It was good, I'm not gonna lie). My mom needs to stop letting Mignon go to the store.
I guess my mom will be home soon. oh goodie. She's still mad at me about my science grade. I'm just not good at science. I don't care about it at all. The only good thing that happened in Science all year was when Mrs. Mucenix lost her shoulder pad through her shirt sleeve because she got so excited about meiosis and started waving her arms. F' meiosis. Why do I need to know about that? Tell me one good reason? I'm going to art school, so why can't I focus on subjects that will help me with that? I seriously think that we need to reevaluate our educational system. Block classes for one so that we can get more breaks. Also, they need to realize that not all of us care about going to an ivy league school (like me) and let some of us gear our education towards life skills. I really need home ec or woodworking or something like that and not physics and statistics.
Grrr!

I love Henry

So, I forgot about Henry! He is this guy in my class who is a year older than me because he got held back a year and he already has a car that he drives to school! It's a blue mustang with leather seats. He showed it to me and Robin, but not because he even knows I exist. Just because his friend Brey likes Robin. Robin is so lucky because Brey is the hottest guy in the class. But Robin is the hottest girl so they are a good couple. I started liking Henry when I frist saw him last year at the test. You have to take these tests to get into our school and we were both coming for the first year from other schools, so we were in the same room. He's friends with this guy I knew from my old school named Paul (actually, Paul is in love with Robin but she doesn't like him back. I feel sorry for Paul because he is so nice and smart but his dad is a Republican senator. Ew! Too bad!). Anyway, I sat by Paul and Paul sat by Henry and Henry kept leaning over Paul to talk to me and Paul asked him if he wanted to change seats and he said yes! But then I was too shy to look at him. I'm such a dork! He kept asking me questions and I just froze up. He told me my hair looked like gold. I mean, yes, it's cheesy, but sweet. After that, it was time for the test and after it was over, I couldn't think of anything to say to him, so he just left. Then he dated f'ing Brittany all year. She acts all religious but she's really just a ho. She was mean to me from the very beginning just because I got in trouble for drinking the sacramental wine last year with Tarrah. I don't even know who told her about that since she doesn't even go to my church. Probably Tarrah because she thinks it was hilarious (my mom didn't, though). The whole church was praying for us, but Tarrah doesn't go there so she didn't have to get in all that trouble. Plus her mom doesn't care what she does. My mom hates Tarrah and I'm not supposed to hang out with her anymore. Robin doesn't really like her either. Robin's pretty possessive. She was my first best friend at my new school because the other girls were mean to me because of Brittany. Well besides Tarrah who I knew before.
Anyway, back to Henry. He is super tall and a really good basketball player. Robin and I went to all of the games and sometimes the practices because Brey always invites her. Henry has brown hair and bright blue eyes and his skin is always tan unlike my day-glo white skin - so white you can see all of my blue veins. He has big lips, but I like them. I bet he's a good kisser. He's kissed a bunch of girls at his old school, I heard. If he tried to kiss me, I'd probably faint. I thought he might run track this year like me, but he's pretty obsessed with basketball. I went to state in track with the varsity team, so it was really big deal. He came to regionals to watch Brittany and I saw him cheering for me in the stands and I won! I didn't win at state though. I was the youngest one there. Well, I guess you're probably tired of me now but I am at home all alone today because my mom is with her trainer and my dad is at work and my brother is at school of course. I guess I'll go talk to Fannie while she watches As the World Turns and irons. yippee.

Well, hello!

Hello! My name is Sadie and I am in the 9th grade (almost). Actually, I'm still technically in the 8th, but we get out in 2 weeks, and then, who knows what can happen this summer! My friend Robin is having an end of the year party for our class at her house on the River. I go to a really strict private christian school so we are so ready to party by the end of the year. I guess I'm writing this blog because my friend Tarrah has one and she told me how much fun it is. I don't really know what to write right now. School is boring. Home is boring. I live way out in BFE and when my cousins are back at home in New Orleans there is noone else to hang with except the maids and my mom and dad and dork brother James. BORING! My grandparent's friends are building a vacation home down the lake from us and they have grandkids my age. When that's finished we might have something fun to do this summer! We'll see! For now, I'm just holding out for the end of the year party and plus my cousins are coming to stay with my grandmother in about 3 weeks for the whole summer like usual. Then the fun will really begin! Last year my cousin Buck stole cigarettes all the time from the store at the forks and he never got caught. He stole scotch (he said) from my grandmother but it tasted like spicy poop. I think it was just my grandfather's Dr. Tischenor's mouthwash in a crystal decanter. He always makes us use that when we spend the night. Buck thinks it will get you drunk. He's such a moron. I hope he doesn't read this. I don't know who will read this. noone probly.