(I suggest reading both bottom to top and top to bottom.)
The events of my day two days ago are as follows in reverse chronological order (i.e. backwards):
While eating another cookie
I wrote the end of this.
I woke up
After sleeping
I went to sleep.
Obviously.
 |
| Nutritious. |
And then I ate gummy superhero vitamins.
And I pondered.
And I pondered.
That's the meaning of the word “society"
We are literally society
Which isn’t productive.
I pondered the idea of people blaming society,
And then I typed this.
And rolled my eyes.
And watched “your special CNN coverage on the Republican Debate."
And then I ate a burrito
This caused me to eat a cookie.
Because I felt sort of ill.
But at about 10:36 p.m. I realized that I hadn’t eaten dinner
Which spell-check doesn’t think is a word,
And I got home and practiced piano a tich.
Then I sang to weird music with my brother.
Like, how creepy is that?
How much we forget.
And how many people we each meet who forget us
And how many of them I will never meet
Because of how many people there are in the world
And I felt very overwhelmed
Because of this song.
And I cried
And picked up my brother from basketball,
And I pondered,
Well, my mom drove me home.
And I drove home and listened to Hamilton.
After that, they took a group picture.
But I enjoyed it.
So it’s alright.
Because I didn’t really want to memorize another poem anyway
Don’t feel sorry that I didn’t win
Because the girl who won was very good and performed dense poems
And it was the girl who I knew was going to win
And then the winner was called,
She did very well.
She was the other girl from my school!
And the runner up was announced
So we clapped our hands for the woman’s husband and for her being right-brained
And the intermission ended.
Because why would you say no to your favorite person?
I said of course.
Just then, someone asked me if they could hug me.
I don’t understand how someone could dislike hugs.
There was a short intermission.
By this kid who looked like he was twelve, but was probably fifteen.
This resulted in me being complemented on my “pose"
So I sort of spun around.
I forgot to wait to have them take a picture,
And said bestial with a long ē sound.
So I stood on the pink piece of tape.
And my name was called again
And I waited.
And listened.
So I drank more water.
Then I coughed because my throat was dry,
No one else did.
I didn’t.
But what if you accidentally looked?
If you looked at her, she’d give you a line.
Speaking of which,
A few people got lines from the prompter.
Then I listened to other people reciting their poems
And then I walked back behind the curtain and got a drink of water
Because they told us to wait
I sort of smiled and waited for them to take a picture
And maybe no one noticed.
But then I recovered,
"A late day walk"
I stuttered a bit on one line
And I stood on the pink piece of tape on the ground
They called my name
But that’s different.
Unless it’s an argument and I’m right.
In fact, I’m hardly ever concerned about winning.
More about having fun.
But I wasn’t really intimidated because I wasn’t too worried about winning,
And the other people all did very well.
So it was fine.
There were only seven people
Which I would usually despise but
I didn't recite yet because I was second to last,
And other people recited their poems, but
To begin, the woman who runs the thing recited a poem
...very cool too.
Then I met some of the other performers/competitors as they arrived,
I met one of the other performers/competitors who was very cool.
Well, we’re usually either late or early, but almost never on time.
That hardly ever happens to us.
We were early!
My mother and I arrived at the museum in which the Poetry Out Loud thingamajig was to take place.
But then I was fine, and I had a snack.
So that was lame.
I twisted my ankle getting into the car.
As I needed to be at the Poetry Out Loud competition by 6:30.
I left that class early too,
And watched other children of my general age perform picture books, such as The Giving Tree and If You Give a Pig a Pancake.
And we sang this cool song in rounds,
I went to a theatre-acting-class-type-sort-of-thing,
We listened to Spring Awakening.
Well, my mom drove me to the city.
Then, I drove to the city.
But I wasn’t scolded, so it’s okay.
If it hadn’t been, I would have been scolded.
It’s alright, because it was on my conflict calendar.
And I left early. GASP.
Then I danced and sang about Indians being brave and stuff of that nature at rehearsal for Peter Pan
With all of these short lines.
I feel like I’m writing a picture book
And we read Romeo and Juliet in English
Then we insulted people, Shakespearean style,
So I practiced my second poem in front of my English class.
And regionals was that day.
To catch you up, I won my school competition for Poetry Out Loud.
But that’s really fine because it’s just a card game.
I lost.
After that, I played some card game called Kings and Beggars
After that I ate lasagna.
Which I don’t find very interesting but I suppose one must know how one can do so if one ever needs to.
I also made a chart comparing different ways to make presentations,
Next I made a presentation about how to make a good presentation.
But whatever.
Okay, my ankle still hurt a little bit.
After that, I walked to the other building and did a very weird thing to my ankle where I couldn’t walk for about three seconds but then I was absolutely fine.
Then I walked to class and did math with circles and angles and suchlike.
I arrived at school.
We had driven the back way because people were building things and such the other way which was causing rather a jam.
This was a fantastic start to the day.
And Troye Sivan was on the radio with YOUTH.
Well, my mom drove me to school.
Then I drove to school.
I wasn’t quite in the mood to have my legs turned into popsicles.
It was chilly, so
Most people would be fancy later on in the day’s activities, wearing dresses and suits.
Even though I wouldn’t be coming back home before doing other, more fancy, things
And I put on my white overalls
I did things that one does to get ready in the morning for school.
And then I woke up.
I slept,
First, I went to sleep.
 |
| Poetry. |
-
Some things that freak me out:
Ants,
Being forgotten,
Forgetting things, and
Illogical societal standards.