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Djoal kept asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I was like screw off. :( But I answered anyway. His first guess was a artist who likes alone like on an island or something. (He thinks I draw good. Go figure.) And then a web designer. And I was like "ummm..Physiatrist". And he was like "yeah. that's some deep shit." Whatever. :(

In Humanities class, we were answering our quiz questions (on All Quiet on the Western Front, which is not as boring as I made it out to be. I like gushy war stuff.) in partners (Hannah. =o). And Caroline was like okay, "Who lost their virginity first in the book?" and ALL the girls hands shot up. Even I knew that and was like, "OMG, IT WAS LEER." And the boys were kind of "WTF?" ;D Lmfao.

This is the poem I wrote for Humanities class. We had to write about one of the weapons of WWI. And I choice the Big Bertha. Them crazy Germans. ;x

Our Demise
By: Me, durf.

A defening roar sounds its forthcoming
Mere mortals stand no chance, succumbing
The shere magnatude of the beast
Rattles our bones at the very least
Try as we may to delay our defeat
Death is not something that you can cheat

Like something out of a nightmare
It's hellish aura gives us a scare
Dark and colossal in aspect and form
It rings out shells in a thundering storm

The advent is something to be feared
We will not persevere
Even soldiers have their limitations
Knowing there will be no salvation

Alright. I have to watch Smallville and do my HW now. ><;