I've had demands for a poem, so here you go:

Marshmallows=Happiness

Happiness is like marshmallows galore
Mini are the ones I adore
Ever tried roasting them for a s'more?
Let me tell you, it's pretty hard core.

People say happiness can't be bought
That it is earned and all that whatnot
I don't believe it, it shouldn't be thought
happiness can very well be bought.

For one can buy marshmallows which is almost the same
The thought of them sets my heart aflame
To say this I am not ashamed
I would climb a building and at the top exclaim
"Because of marshmallows, my life is changed!"

And there you are. A poem to (hopefully) make you smile.

New post, New post, and nothing to say in it. Bah. I'm a tad crazy cuz I can't sleep...again! But that's okay, cuz it's summer, and I don't have to get up in the morning *happy dance*. I keep feeling the need to look back on all my posts. It feels really weird, because I don't remember hardly any of that. Isn't that the freakiest thing? You'd think that I would remember it vividly, but noooo. Maybe it was the meds, maybe it's just my body's way of coping. But I have plenty of reminders; boy do I. But that's okay. Well, mostly okay. Sometimes not okay. But whatever. So. I can now say I'm not a froshy anymore. Yay. I really didn't take too much flak for it. I kind of coast through the middle, which can be a good OR bad thing. And wow. I just fell asleep at the keyboard. Is that a sign? Goodnight.

Hey peeps.
Oh. My. Gosh. I am so frigging tired. I haven't slept at all tonight. And I am beyond bored. I found this really cool website called originalpoetry.com. It's way rad. You can post poetry on there, and I think even song lyrics. But anyway. I have lots to say. As some of you may know via Facebook, I am having cateract surgery. It's gonna be on my left eye, on June 29. And I will be awake for it. Well, They are going to knock me out for a few minutes, numb my eye, and then I'll be awake for the actual surgery.

So, Mom and I came into town (for those of you uncool (joking) people, town is Anchorage) last night because it's a lot of trouble to come in from home same day. Anyway. As we were walking out of the resteraunt, there was a drunk homeless native man. He came up to us and asked us if we had any food. Mom said no, and rushed us to the car. I felt bad, because I would have given him my leftovers. As we were getting into the truck, we found a bag of gold fish. Mom gave him those. I felt really bad. I cried! It just breaks my heart to see people so low. It makes me so sad. I want to help them, but I don't know what I can do. It hurts me to see a person like that. I know that a lot of them choose it, but that doesn't make a difference. They are still homeless and my heart goes out to them.