We're Living in Repetition

Ha ha I look like a cardboard stand-up in this picture (so my mommy says):

<- ha ha shaki make funny face ^^ Hallo, my beloved readers!

So next Friday, my Novella class is having a podium at a coffee place called Charles and Myrtle’s. I wanted to prepare something extra-special for this event, so I finally successfully wrote “Fermata Me,” a poem that’s been lingering on the edge of my mind for a long time. It’s a play on words using musical terms. I can’t wait to perform it!

Saturday, I didn’t do much. I just hung out at home and then went out with the people who live in the house. I’m kind of sick of eating out. I have no self control when I do. The places have salads, but HONESTLY! Who gets a salad at Captain D’s? It’s easier for me to eat healthy at home. Anyway, with my new dream, I need to get into shape and have better eating habits!!! I want to be a belly dancer! Like Shakira! I got a Shakira concert DVD Saturday night, and oh my gosh, it TOTALLY inspired me! My mom gave me a copy of the summer classes offered at Chatt State, and belly dancing is one of them! However, they start in February, so I need to start getting into shape now. I really want her body. That would make me happy. And I’d be healthy. And have an awesome, new skill. I think it’s going to be totally beneficial.

Sunday, I went to church. I almost went to the M’s house, but Mrs. M still doesn’t feel well. It’s all good though! I want her to get better! I still got my Tinker Bell jacket back (along with everything else I loaned them) because Korean met me and gave them to me. That was cool.

I decided to make my list of heroes (that aren’t friends/family):

1.Green Day-for their musical inspiration and teaching me to be myself and not let anyone control who I am.
2.Shakira-for her awesome stage performances and mad belly dancing skills. She’s definitely my female role-model.
3.The Brothers Grimm-for their amazing fairy tales and vast knowledge of language.

Anyway, that was my weekend. Not totally eventful, but very much enjoyed.

Song on my heart of the weekend:

POEMS TO A HORSE

Shakira

You're too far to bring you close

And too high to see below

Just hangin' on your daily dose

I know you never needed anyone

But the rolling papers for your grass

How can you give what you don't have

You keep on aiming for the top

And quit before you sweat a drop

Feed your empty brain

With your hydroponic pot

Start out playing with yourself

You get more fun within your shell

Nice to meet you but I gotta go my wayI'll leave again

`cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say my heart is sore

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more

I rather eat my soup with a fork

Or drive a cab in New York

`Cause to talk to you is harder work

So what's the point of wasting all my words

If it's just the same or even worse

Than reading poems to a horse

You keep on aiming for the top

And quit before you sweat a drop

Feed your empty brain

With your hydroponic pot

I bet you'll find someone like you

`Cause there's a foot for every shoe

I wish you luck but I've other things to do

I'll leave again `cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say my heart is sore

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more

ha. I had no clue this song was about a druggie boyfriend til now. shakira doesn't always enunciate well.