okok i really should go to the gym.. chubby chubby purl.

look at this gorgeous poem:

PAVEMENT
walking

(barefoot)

down city streets
it is possible
to ignore
the chaos
of modernity

and tap
into a time
wen clad feet
were
undiscovered

return
to your lair
and you will find
your feet

blackened

with the grime
of today

after scrubbing
nothing
will remind
(of you epiphany)

but one
black footprint
in you
white tub

Cassandra Drudi

arrrrgggg its so pretty!! its from the U of T poetry thing. how come york has nothing like that?! psh. so much for encouraging and nuturing talent.

omg another one of them random nosebleeds. IM DYING!! ergh. feel like it anyways.

i dont know what i am talking about... hmms hammy still has an hour of work left.. ill go to the gym at 2something or 3... shower and head to school. bloody school.