Author's Note:

Hmm... It's Sunday, yet I have no school tomorrow... Isn't that grand?

Anyway, I could tell you that I'll be spending all of tomorrow in bed reading, watching TV, writing, etc. etc. But, unfortunately, if I were to say that, it would be a lie; Tomorrow is my older brothers birthday and, in our household, whenever it's someone's birthday, they're pretty much in charge for the whole damn day. And he's only got 24 hours to get a whole years worth of payback done in, so I'm 98% sure that he'll be down around 12:02 AM to start the torture... The fun that shall unfold. (Please note the heavy sarcasm in that last sentence)

On a lighter note, yesterday, which was Saturday, October 12, 2009, in case you didn't know, it snowed for the first time this season where I live. Snow. In October. Now that really threw me off. Sure, the snow didn't stick around for long, but still, it snowed. And they're talking about more snow tonight and tomorrow. Now, I'm not one to bitch about snow and cold weather, in fact, I love the snow and cold weather, it's just that it's only October, okay, so we shouldn't be getting snow until at least November/December here. And if it's already getting cold enough for snow, that means that, soon, it'll be time to start wearing coats which means that I'll soon have to find my locker. And no, you didn't misread that, I really haven't found my locker yet. I'm probably going to be doing that Tuesday or Wednesday or something. I don't know. I just know that I'll have to find it soon...

Where was I going with all of this, anyway?

.........

So with this poem, what you're gonna want to do is read it a few times because I did something with this poem that I didn't realize I did until I finished writing it and I want to see if anyone can figure it out...

Title:

What Am I Doing?

What am I doing?
Not in school?
What am I doing;
Trying to be cool?

What am I doing?
Didn't do my work?
What am I doing;
Do I think this is
Some sort of game?

What am I doing?
Failing my classes?
What am I doing;
Expecting free passes?

What am I doing?
Not paying attention?
What am I doing;
Some sort of infection?

What am I doing?
What about a test?
What am I doing;
So what if I'm not the best?

What am I doing?
Is this me?
What am I doing;
The person I should be?

What am I doing?
Is this my life?
What am I doing;
Destined to be just some wife?

What am I doing?
How're my grades?
What am I doing;
Expecting a parade?

What am I doing?
What about my mother?
What am I doing;
It's okay for my brother?

What am I doing?
Comparing lives?
What am I doing;
Stop with the lies.

What am I doing?
You think my life's so screwed-up?
What am I doing;
Enough is enough!

What am I doing?
Will I pass?
What am I doing;
Burn it in the trash.

What am I doing?

This is my life;
Not yours.

So what am I doing?

Following my heart,

Not
yours.

So can anyone guess what my subconscious did with this poem? It's really rather subtle so I don't expect a lot of people to figure it out, I myself almost didn't catch it and I wrote it, so kudos to anyone who can figure it out.

Anyway, I'm tired and I want to get a little bit of sleep before SB comes down and the 24 hours of torture begin.

So Peaceness and Goodnight, Party-Peeps,
~Kayt~