be kind, april.

please.

led a ten or so minute review on wwii today in apwh with burr gone and i'm reminded how much i enjoy teaching, even if i don't know the exact topics of discussion during churchill, stalin, and fdr's allied conferences.

maybe i can lead a classroom one day.

maybe this is how it'll be.

left ventricle cobalt flames

compacted by the

crushing pressures of

a forever contracting heart

forever thumping

ever-blackberry blood

rushing color to those

honey-maple irises

as they shut themselves from

those quarter til midnight

whizzing outlet malls,

bokeh-ed headlights,

and streaking fastfood neon

because every clavicle has

the same deepened valleys

and eroded crevices

to dampen those

i-oneten potholes and

diesel rumbles as the rest

of the angels in the city surround

are drowsily dazed, signified by

a grid of rural orange streetlights

dotting the outlands

and rolling horizon hills

flickering as if in unison

with the slow heaving tides of

saturday night breaths

it's an electron sea of throbbing hearts,

glanced away by a dozing soul

ever-effusing blackening blood.

need to stop waking up on sunday mornings in tears

i refuse to believe the magic is gone,

no matter how many times 2011 has destroyed it already.

but it's really hard.

e.c.- it can get better!

j.e.- or worse.

but hey! at least it's really cold and it's going to start raining soon.

first in our scholastic open division debut without the time penalty.

supermoon.

there's magic.

"one droopy-droop feather. that's all she had. and oh! that one feather made gertrude so sad."

-seuss

zig

wishful thinking

of

smothering craving

of

cheap thrills

march academic madness

The last question on my AP Chem homework:

#65: "After doing Ka calculations, you may wish you had an aspirin. Aspirin is a weak acid..."

I thoroughly appreciate textbook humor.

fuck, lost all my horn chops.

i hate you time, i hate you.

first in our first A class competition, bumped to open.

up from b class to open class in two competitions, gotta step up our game to prove 'em this cinderella story is no fluke.

"think how it wakes the seeds--

woke, once, the clays of a cold star."

w. owen

can't take back the words i never said

too many numbers

but yeah,

couldn't sleep last night.

otis redding and ap chemistry

its been too, long a-livin'

zzz

"i had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. she was like an angel."

-f.g.