Dragon dream

Maybe the release of Eragon (don't bother seeing it, by the way) has infected my brain, but for whatever reason I had a dream last night that involved me competing against a black dragon. First, the dragon breathed 7,012-degree fire (an error: anyone who plays D&D knows that black dragons breathe acid) on a section of the pier we were standing on and challenged me to make my breath as hot. I lost, of course, but I still managed to get it up to 6000+ degrees. Don't ask me how. Next was a gymnastics contect. A quote from me: "Your headstand wasn't a very good one, but everyone knows dragons only have Dexterity 10." I then woke up before it was my turn.

Spanish final later today. *cracks knuckes*

Untitled poem

This one came to me in the shower, of all places. It started with me thinking about camera exploits earlier today but then turned into something different.

Eight twisted eyes
Like spider eyes
Hunting for flies.

Finding some prey.
Food for the day
After some play.

Caught on a line
Strong but yet fine.
"Now you are mine."

"Murder!" It cries.
Humans, not flies.
My spider eyes.

Eh. Make of it what you will.

Death never sleeps

Reading Strident's poetry blog has made me want to go back to writing poems of a morbid nature. Here are two short poems, each incorporating the title line.

Slamming the door
Fleeing the shade
Dying no more
I've got it made

Sinking through dreams
Resting at last
Sleeping too long
Safe time has passed

Behind the door
Lies one who's slain
Breathing no more
Feeling no pain

Can't hear the cries
Of one who weeps
Forgot one thing
Death never sleeps

*****

Break down in tears
Fall to your fears
Death comes at last
Breaking its fast

Each dying cry
Shouting out "Why?"
Gets no response
Echoes it haunts

Felling each friend
On without end
Gorged on the best
Why won't it rest?

Death never sleeps
Onward it creeps
Under your door
Hung'ring for more

Ha ha!

No finals for me today! That was nice.

Only one final tomorrow and I get to go in late since it's the day's second.

That's all my gloating for now.

I hate life.

At least, I hate life when life consists of taking your Calculus final while sick. I thought the test itself went pretty well, but still.

Why is it that when I say I'm sick people usually react by hugging me? It makes no sense. "You're a festering cesspool of germs? Here, let me wrap my body about you!"

Apparently one of the seniors is going to write an article about us "behind the Commons" people, as "we are an enigma to the rest of the school." Some talk about what to say and what not to say, though certain people *glances at Red Delicious* get the two mixed up.

I thought the biology final was quite easy, and we got candy canes to boot!

Saw the cast list at last. I'm Vitorrio! WOOHOO!

I love li--*SNEEZE*

...life.

My sneezes and your snores

I have done NOTHING interesting today. I'm just blogging on principle. Here are the "highlights" of the day.

Morning: Spent a considerable amount of time in danger of drooling. XP

Afternoon: Studied for finals tomorrow and goofed around on the computer.

Evening: Made some progress toward organizing something that might be interesting, blogged for a while, then ran off to study more.

Blarg!

I still do not know what my Sweet Charity role is! Sometime this week.