Steaming

I shouldn't have written that list because high speed internet isn't as good as everyone may think. Especially when you spend SEVEN HOURS at the computer place trying to get ride of stupid viruses and spy wear. I wanted to die. Yesterday was the longest day of my life. I will breify show my schedule:
5:30 am WAKE UP
6-7:30 SWIMMING
7:30-9:00 come back, shower do some last min hw, breakfast
9-2 CLASS
2-3 lunch
3:30-10:30 computer place
10:30-11:30 trying to get spy bot to run on my freaking computer
AND THEN BED. Where I woke up every 20 mins because I was parnoid about my computer. Ah what a day. And now I have come back from practice on day 3 of this long week and I just would like to pull out a few poems. One of them was written in class for our assignment (so if it seems weird just disreguard) and the other one was written in the seven hours I was sitting doing nothing. I decided to do something and it took me all of twenty minutes and then, once again I had nothing to do.

Aburn grains sink into my feet
Salty spray of the deep sea
No buildings, just a house
Sitting on top of a dream
But there is a nightmare
He fell through the wall
Mysical powers
Given to the man at the circus
Could he help my friend?
Or would he be able to
Show me the math
What is the equation for swimming
Too far?
Trouble brews from
Cheating
But not from the old smell
From our past
As infatuation takes over
But then
I cussed those boys out
Anger
Doesn't quite describe
Naive
Maybe
There weren't any fish
But we fished anyway
In the icy banks
Of the river where
I almost just flowed
Away
With the glistening heart
Of the current
Then there was the
Three years
In a row
Where I liked him
Where is he now?
I'm not sure bcause
I was laughing too hard
About that
Jumping snail
That she just couldn't do
Off the diving board.

So there it is, my childhood...sorta. I have another one, so I will come back and post that but I have to get ready for a little thing we call class. Plant life here I come! Bye.