mission accomplished re: pillow fight. i wanted to post some sort of photo here, but all of the photos google image search gave me were a little too sexy.* a real pillow fight, like the one becca and i had in front of her theories of media class this evening, requires a lot more energy than google's naked ladies seemed to be exerting. after two minutes, my knees were shaking with exhaustion. maybe it was just my shock that i completely kicked becca's ass.
i've been talking about starting a blog for a month or two now. i didn't think i would ever end up actually doing it, though. blake wants me to include how he felt and what happened throughout his day, too. he considered making his own blog called "henry's log" but before he sets one up he needs to figure out what the difference between a chat room, message board, and blog are. i think we have a long road ahead.
*with the exception of this photo, which not only features fully clothed people, but is also most reflective of my experiences this evening, seeing as the kid standing on the left is catching a serious groove
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please include poems in subsequent posts. here is a sample to get you started:
Waking up to a gloomy morn,
Embracing the last few moments of you.
Not wanting to wake from this perfect dream,
Hesitant to start the day anew.
Glistening tears fall from hazel eyes,
A bed of memories on which I lay.
Not wanting to wake from this perfect dream,
Wondering why it ended this way.
Basking in this heart-felt glory,
Of remembrance of days gone by.
Not wanting to wake from this perfect dream,
Of this love of ours which we left die.
Stirring more this illusion shatters,
Gripping at the last few moments of you.
Not wanting to wake from this perfect dream,
Hesitant to start the day anew.
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