Oak Woodberry

The Oak Leaf
2002-10-18 17:53:51 (UTC)

Get your priorities Straight.

So, they finnaly give the mouse back at home ( yes, I'm
in school now. Wonder why? I'll tell you..) Well, after
Abby finaly sated her glutinous disires for everything
under our roof, up to and INCLUDING time spent on the
internet... I wanted a turn. Naturally. I'm always dying to
write in here because I always have something to say! You
can see the little words swirling around inside my head. I
say what needs to be said, what must be said, and what I
want to say. I don't care about your self presumed
athority! If you can have it, so can I. NOTHING makes
ANYONE better than ANYBODY. That includes age. I don't
care how old you are. I deserve the same amount of respect
from you as I am FORCED to give to you.

Somethings people have said to me in the last 24 hours:

Mark: You need to get your priorities straight. I'm taking
away the mouse so you can concentrate.

My reply: You go and do that, make yourself happy. (Yes,
this was actually voiced. He didnt have anything left to
say to me.)

James: You have the mentality of a twelve year old!

My reply: Fuck you! you don't know anything about me!
Maybe, just maybe, I'm putting on a semblance for you to
live by. I don't have to let everybody know that I'm smart.
I dont have to let anybody know that I'm older than I look.
I dont have to let anybody know that I think alot of deep
thoughts every single day! THAT is a PRIVILAGE. I don't
have to tell you, and (because you know me so well by now,
readers of my secret mind) you are privilaged. Consider
yourself kissed by the luck faery. ( reply was internal
only)

Also, James, since you aren't reading this right now, and
you never will: STOP hitting on me. I don't care about you
like that. I just talk to you because I'm bored out of my
mind. I don't find you atractive, I don't want to sleep
with you, and I am NOT a LESBIAN (contrary to what you
state EVERY SINGLE DAY) So just be quiet, sit down and
LEAVE ME ALONE.

(this one buggs me)
Some guy I don't know: You're eyes are so empty.....you
look like you could be a Manson folower.

My external reply: Well, they just might be, since I don't
care about you or anyone else in this class, or what you
have to say about me. My eyes only get lively when I'm
around people I CARE about.

My reply (again, internal): there are alot of things wrong
with your statement! First of all, the eyes are the windows
to the soul. Yes, I have a soul. Therefore my eyes simply
CANNOT be empty. However, YOUR eyes are. Maybe you sold
your soul to your beloved Manson.
Also, I dont LOOK like I could be anyone. I am myself. I
look like what you make me look like.
AND: Did you just say follower? Excuse me? No. I don't
follow anyone, especially not a heavy metal musician, or
any musician for that matter. (But Oak you love rock and
punk! You love all music!) Yes, I love music, but it's
because it's a great tool a catharsis, and a way to express
yourself.

Wow, what a long post. I'm on a roll.

And I'm here for a while. At least untill after MY lunch.
This is great. Especially since Derek's lunch is right
before my lunch. I'll eat with him today. (understand eat
means talk. I rarely, if ever bring a lunch to school. I'm
so lazy.) But, poor Derek. He's forced to eat with Abby
every other day.

Speeking of which...Abby is going to be gone the ENTIRE
WEEKEND! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes! Santuary!
She's going to some christian church camp thingie and I
wasn't made to go!
Double sanctuary!

Wow. Would you like to read some poetry that isn't mine?
I bet you would.
Well, you don't really have a choice. You have to keep
reading this. Well, you could always colse down the screne
and forget about me untill my next post....................

BUT THEN YOU WONT BE ABLE TO READ THE VERY LAST THING I
SAY! And that will bug you for the rest of the day and
fester inside your mind like a malignant tumor. Late at
night you will finaly break and come back to your computer,
sweaty, dissheveled, and paranoid, wondering to your
self "What did I miss....what did I miss that everyone else
saw..." and you will feel leftout and panic when you're
server isn't working. Then it will be like you won't EVER
get to read what I said at the end. You will stay up late
all night, get no sleep, spill some coffee on you in the
morning, be late to the bus, and findout you put your
underwear on the OUTSIDE of your pants. All because you
didn't read this poem.
So you might as well read it, and get it over with.
(Think about the bedtime stories I will tell my children,
and feel sorry for them)

Oh how sad I'll be
-David Cameron (verses that hurt)

when I'm an old man
and can't jump around my apartment
to all those funky
guitar riffs

Someone
please tell me
old men can jump
Tell me there is a secret society
of mad moon jumpers
who have abandoned this planet
for a thinner atmosphere
and less
gravitational bring-
down

Tell me ther are
old men
floating
across and above
the moon's surface, singing


We don't need no hundred dollar sneakers
Alls I need is a bigger pair of speakers!

See, look. This is the comment that you were waiting for.
What a let down. Why did you stay up late all last night
worring about this? Why were you late to the bus today with
a big, hot coffee stain you spilled on your underwear (that
happened to be on the OUTSIDE of your pants)no sleep all
nerves and shakes? Why didnt you just close the window and
not think about me untill tomorrow?

It would have been much easier.




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