Anyway, I got a letter from the lovely Yasamin and sent off a reply along with two letters for Jessica :) I haven't had a letter from Melissah in a while, but I suppose it's because of exams. My mum seems bemused by the number of penfriends I now have.
I bought "For Esme-With Love and Squalor" for my brother, as he likes JD.Salinger and it's his beefday soon! Also, I finished reading "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" which I recommend to all of my friends. I loved it and I am reading it for the second time.
One of my favourite parts is this poem so I've typed it out and have taken to sending it to all of my friends if they have any sort of problem. To make the whole process easier, I'm going to post it below.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And a three A.M he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slah on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Anonymous
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And a three A.M he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slah on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Anonymous
Last but not least, I've written three chapters of my new parody-fic Hermione's Exceedingly Busy Day.
My lovely beta Megzwegzy is currently betarring the second and third chapters and I'm hoping to have one of them up by the end of the week. Please check it out and review!
Also, I love bubbles.
My lovely beta Megzwegzy is currently betarring the second and third chapters and I'm hoping to have one of them up by the end of the week. Please check it out and review!
Also, I love bubbles.
5 comments:
omg sarah nice documentary ;) Yeah yeah! and like omg that vid of us walking out of skl!:O it took about 30 mins to load on my so called broadband internet connection. and i read a bit of that hermoines exceedingly busay day but i think im gonna have an early night... cause i amm falling asleep while writing dish! loff youuu! MinOO! xxxx
I am awfully sorry Laura, but I couldn't read a thing you said. i think you were a tad more than tipsy.
SAAAAARIEKINS! That olive documentary was soooooooo cute! I had to call in my sister Hazelyn to watch it with me, and we were glued to the screen gasping with hysterical laughter. More! I demand more "life of sarah" videos! :D
Tell olive I thought she was lovely.
oh oh! One more thing, I was telling my dad about it, and he said if you wanted a great video, put some masking-tape on her foot. Hours of entertainment, that one. :)
oh oh! One more thing again! I'm soooooo glad you liked the book! Isn't that poem lovely and sad? My friend Pat fell in love with the poem (also a gay guy, strangely) so for his birthday, I made him a poster that had the four versions of the poem- the first part on school-paper, the second on lined paper, the third on a notebook sheet that was torn, and the fourth on a paper bag (which I graded with red paint). Each poem had the grades and teacher comments and gold stars and all of that. He cried so hard when I walked into his party with it held out like a shield, and it hangs on his wall to this day (five years later).
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