Bad Poetry

Today I went to a reading of bad poetry in the library. It was pretty bad stuff, yet highly entertaining and had some people in tears from laughter. In the midst of such repulsive line reciting, my friend and I created our own bad poem...here it is for your reading displeasure.

Musings on Nature

Alas, my teeth are rotten
The holes the size of
Freshly dug graves
Meandering throughout the wide open trap that is my mouth cavity.
Why, I ask, Why!
I haven't swallowed a fly
In my drink
And I never will, no,
Nevermore

*Note: the original title to this poem was "Ode to Chocolate Milk," except then someone else wrote a bad poem about chocolate milk, so we changed.

Feel free to add your own repulsive poetry in response.

8th Grade Flashback

So this used to be me. (About a year ago I guess) Friends, after 7 years of having long hair...I chopped it all off. I cut 12.5 inches in 8th grade at donated it to Locks of Love. Yesterday I cut 11 inches and did the same. Here are the results:







The last time I had short hair was a nightmare. I never styled it, I had braces, and I was completely awkward because of the sheer nature of being in middle school. Then, my parents decided to take a professional family picture. And of course, that horrible time in my life is immortalized in my house in a very LARGE frame.

However, this go around I am a little more optimistic. I actually own a straightener, and I know how to use it. I won some styling wax from a contest once so I've got some of that, too. Plus I have some really cute earrings, so if nothing else, they will take attention away if this haircut slips into another nightmare.

I'm not going to lie, my biggest hesitation for having short hair is that I've got this neck that is about as long as a broomstick. I'm like a brontosaurus. But when I was getting my haircut, the girl cutting mentioned that when she was younger she was soooo proud of her long neck, and she still is. Is a long neck something to be proud of? After all, long, bronzed legs is definitely a good thing (per John Grisham). But what about long necks? Long arms=monkey. Long nose=Pinocchio. Long teeth=horse. Long neck=giraffe? I guess I'd rather be a giraffe than a monkey, horse, or small wooden boy. My only hope is that I can be a giraffe with a cute haircut.

The Curse

So, I figured out how to post pictures to my blog. You all know what that means. The Cubs are going all the way this year. http://steffypie.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-blogging-and-baseball