Harry Potter 6

I saw the trailer for the Half-Blood Prince at Twilight, and it drove me up the wall! I want to see the movie so bad, but I’m sad, because this really is their last year at Hogwarts. Next year, 7th, they won’t be there. It makes me sentimental, since the world of wizards seems so great compared to ours, but it’s not real! I don’t want Harry Potter to end!

Ode to the Fallen of Leafy Greens: Octopus Tree

To Octopus Tree, unmoving and welcoming, a peaceful utopia in the midst of rich, manmade jungle. Sorry from all who grew as you aged, those being the young who played upon your branches only but days previous, those who come joyously to your land on an island between two streets to stand for minutes staring at the stump of a once expansive tree. Sadness befall you as you where displaced in rough, jumbled peices by uncaring adults, and befall us who wished to sit again in your shade, in a place where embarrasment was rare, peace neverending, and excitement drawing us everytime, for now, you are no longer there, taken not of your own will, but by that of humans, in control of weaponry known as a tree cutters, sadly having the upper hand. And I, I sat to write, beneath your greenery, to write about the mush of dead leaves other trees have made, quick to throw their colors away, whilst you sat content with the ornaments of a forest upon your branches. I loved that tree for some reason. It was not mine, it did not talk, it was not available online. When I found it gone, I sat, thinking, confused, because it was not sick, angered, because I didn’t have my tree anymore, sad, for the same reason, and empty, because I could never measure how much it meant to me. The world has not ended; it does not feel like that. It just feels bare.

Apparently, I’m Missing Something

It’s just a pencil. A pastel-colored writing utensil designed to be refillable, chic, and cheap. $.50 at back-to-school time will get you a pack of 8. I always have a few in my back pack, but they seem rather hesitant to be found. AKA I have lost/misplaced/never had in the first place these fine scribblers. The thing is, I’m a prepared person. I had a bunch of these pencils, but the idiots in my classes did not have the future thinking I have, and so when in need of a pencil, they got mine. And I never got them back, which is irritating because now I have to track down some more for myself. It’s a small matter, but I’d like to get the dang pencil back to I can lend it again. Currently, Pencil 7029, a bright blue pencil, used only once, and carrying one stick of 0.7 lead, is making it’s way nowhere, laying on some classroom floor or trapped in a disorganized locker, lost, dropped, and forgotten after the 7th period geometry test, doomed to be used by only those who stoop so low as to steal another’s pencil. Such a productive life it could have had, but alas! it filled the 25 minutes needs of a student whose priorities are not lost-pencil-prevention. At least this suffering lead doodler can sympathize with the other lead doodlers. Their colony is officially The Mechanical and Lead Ingesting Pencils of the Floors and Dirty, Denegrating Drop-Off Zones.