I Am Very Bored

School starts in two days. Everyone asks if I am excited. 
Well, no, not really. It happens every year and will happen for three more years of high school after this one. I've been going to school since kindergarten. I'm ready for school, but I'm not excited. It's been too long since I've seen most of my friends, and I'm ready to get back to an exact schedule of classes all day and homework put off as long as possible, but I'm not really excited. 
School is just something that happens. 
And it's happening in two days. 

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 Ckzquaeirschzpleauodgjieaofne. It's so good.

A Poem

I wrote a poem at roughly midnight. Here you go.

The Spineless

Or, The Books We Dream About

These are the books we treasure--

The ones that have been read over and over

And over and over

For years.

These are the books we dream about--

The books we fall in love with

And get in trouble for reading class.

These are the books we will read until

We are old and grey,

The books we will pass on to our children,

And they

To their children.

These are the books we stay up reading under the covers

Into the wee hours of the morning.

Their ink is faded and they are lucky

If they still have

Any covers at all.

They have spines of duct tape

With titles scrawled on in Sharpie

And will, no matter what other great books we read,

Always be

Our favorites.

They have tattered, worn pages

Held in with shoddily placed Scotch tape.

These are the books that we buy multiple copies of--

And we wear down, wear out,

Every copy.

The good books,

The really good ones,

Are easy to spot

Because

They are

Stained and ripped

And read and adored

Until they are spineless.

You're welcome. 

Ellie's Birthday Tribute

One of my very greatest friends, Ellie Anne Anderson, turned fourteen today. Ellie is funny and smart and cute and talented and just plain awesome. Plus, her name is very easily nickname-able. She's been called Ellie-beans, Ellie-phant, Ellie-vator, etc.

Ellie and I have watched many movies, eaten many desserts, ridden (roden? rided? rode-odendroneded? Yes, that one, definitely.)  rode-odendroneded on many bike rides, written down ideas for many inventions and stories, and, among other things, shared many, many laughs together. Ever since sixth grade, when she said the word "phlegm" in an every day situation, I knew she would be an amazing friend, and she certainly has been. 

Happy birthday, Ellie. I'm so glad to know you and to have done so many wonderful things with you. I hope your fourteenth year of life brings a billion more fun things for you. An entire billion.  
Love, Olivia 

Procrastinationatory Things I Did In English

Once upon a time, Olivia was procrastinating. This was not an unusual thing for her to be doing; it was often a lot more fun than actually doing her work. She even made a blog post about it once. She was thinking that maybe she could do it again. Rebekah was reminding 5her5 to work on her essay. She was also typing the number five. That’s why it says 5her5. Obviously Olivia wouldn’t have done that because 5her5 is not a word. Rebekah says “This is seriously your essay?”

Yes. Yes, it is. It’s just the rough draft, though. The final copy will be much better. I will probably find a way to include dinosaurs in it. I just switched from third to first person. Oops.

Then Olivia remembered how much work she had to do the last time she procrastinated in the English lab. It was really not very smart of her to waste her time like this.

Oh, well. Again, it was more fun than doing the actual work. Besides, her actual rough draft was at home, so she couldn’t do very much anyway.

Apparently, almost everyone in Olivia’s class is also in a procrastinationatory mood. That is not a word, either, but it  is a better made up word that 5her5. It is very fun to say. It’s even better than just procrastinatory. Procrastinatory versus procrastinationatory? I mean, no contest, right? Olivia was very pleased with her new word.

Rebekah is not done with her essay. She actually wrote a real essay. But she’s not finished. She’s just done for now.

Kelly’s broken keyboard was devastating for her and rather amusing for Olivia, who was remembering to write in third person and past tense, not first and present. She’s proud of herself for remembering that.

It’s official! Procrastinationatory is a word!

jsflksjflkjfasdpfsdfnweickaifnewieadf;odsjflihafiudglksdjflksdjfklsjdfaofihjvoidjflsd is not a word, though. For some reason. If it was a word, it would be pronounced “bob”. Just like Jayne.

“vt444444444444444444444444444444444444444444zKMN V.” Said Kelly. That’s probably also pronounced “Bob”.  

In conclusion, Olivia knew she would have to do lots of extra work at home because she didn’t do it in the English lab when she was supposed to, but didn’t really care because it was so fun to goof off with her classmates. Kelly made frosting and not cake. 

 Suddenly, pineapple.