Today a lady who is an ex-CIA agent spoke to our class, she was crazy. Here is my drawing of my viewpoint of class:
The raccoon came back again last night, there was no trash in my can, but he tipped it over anyways. A**hole.
Oh yeah, my future roommate for Jordan got engaged two days ago, I am really happy for him. He is happy too. Okay, I am in class again, acting as if I am typing notes. This includes glancing up periodically at the professor and the PowerPoint presentation.
I wrote a poem today:
"Cans of Soup"
by: Edmondson Wright
"If I lived by the sea,"
She used to say.
"I would feel so free,"
She would bray.
"The sun would be so bright,"
Then she'd turn around.
"And we'd have ourselves a fight,"
Only, with a frown.
"Why do we brawl?"
I always shrugged.
"And why didn't you call,"
She'd tear up.
"And then you had to die,"
Well that wasn't a lie.
"I can't even phone,"
She is now alone.
"I picked these today,"
She'd lay the flowers on the grave.
"I'm seeing someone new,"
What could I do?
Sad huh?
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