Ode To Drum Closet

Oh, quadrilateral room of percussion glory,

Your mysteries are so cleverly concealed.

I have yet to find the source

Of the stench of 1,000 percussionists past.

Your water-stained ceiling tiles hold secrets

Of mischievous excursions and adventures in the night.

Your drawers are constantly cluttered, and your

Shelves are a shave too short to support

The drums which have resided there

Since our band came to be.

Random rubbish crowds your smelly corners,

And rotten food lurks beneath squeaky shelves.

Your atmosphere is unappealing,

Your missing door stops none from stealing.

Books Read: 19

I Am an Utter Failure.

So I announced earlier this month that I was trying to do BALA (Blog A Lotta August). Originally, I planned on trying BEDA (Blog Every Day in August), but then I was out of town for the first week of August, learning how to wakeboard and having fun instead. 

But now it is August 25th, (the day after John Green's birthday, woo!) and I have failed. I've only blogged five times this month. And 5 out of 25, that's quite a bit less than 'A Lotta August'. It's only 1/5 of the whole darned month! The last month of my summer, which is slowly creeping away and is about to be devoured by the monstrous Hurricane Irene. So I'm calling what I've done this summer BACTIA. Blog A Couple-a Times In August. I feel that is a more appropriate title.

Over the next few days, I am going to be hunkered down in my beanbag chair, reading the 15 books I just checked out from the library, finishing my summer Precalc packet, and coming up with more future blogs, all by flashlight (most likely). To tide you all over until I return to the internet, I have several blogs scheduled to post over the next few days. Best wishes to anyone else who has to endure Hurricane Irene, and DFTBA!

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P.S. I'd like to draw attention to my shiny new BOOK COUNTER WOOO. It shows how many books I have read since June of this year.

Books Read: 18

Another Poem (are you sick of them yet?)

Captured my heart when you asked me to dance,

Held me close when I felt so far away.

Remembered our anniversary each month

I felt so perfect when I was with you.

Separation threatened to

Tear us apart.

Oceans weren't too far for our love to span, you said.

Promises of yours turned out to be empty,

Hot tears soaked through my pillow that night.

Every ounce of my trust was betrayed, you

Ripped out my heart with every syllable.

Table For One

Anxiety gnaws at my fingernails,

Excitement ties knots in my stomach.

Staring into my closet,

Nothing looks good enough to wear for you.

Meanwhile my brain is nagging,

"Tame that wild hair, cover that tiny flaw.

You don't deserve a guy so perfect."

I believe what it says it true.

I wait in the parking lot,

Breathing out mist in the crisp autumn air.

Headlights flit past, none of them yours.

I glare at my phone and accuse it of lying.

You can't be five minutes late,

Or ten, fifteen, or twenty.

How did my favorite blouse get wet?

I realize that I am crying.

I huddle on the curb, heartbroken and freezing,

Too ashamed to go home so soon.

I shuffle inside. drying tears on my mittens,

And mumble, "Table for one."

The waiters glance over with eyes full of pity,

Bringing me water with not enough ice.

They offer me food, but I'm feeling queasy.

Everyone here has a date.

I call you, I text you, and then call your friend.

You're out with some girl, a cheerleading snob.

My face burning red, I crumple the check.

Tears spill down my face and onto my plate.

An Open Letter To Nicole

Dear Nicole (aka MegginLovett),

We met way back in elementary school, I remember you rode my bus. You still do, as a matter of fact. I used to see you at recess, brandishing twigs and muttering spells. You thought you were a witch, but I had yet to discover the world of Harry Potter, and I just left you to your antics. I didn't understand your obsession at the time, although I do now. Why try to curse people if nothing ever happens?

In middle school, in that awkward transition phase, we grew closer, and started to speak a bit more. I read about Hogwarts, and secretly I shared your dream. However, I considered myself too old to be waving a 'wand'. I supposed I'd missed out on my Hogwarts letter anyway. You introduced me to Chameleon Circuit on your iPod during one of those torturous bus rides, and although I wasn't yet a Whovian and I didn't understand some of the songs, I enjoyed their originality, and I admired your will to be different. I remember we both played Neopets, where we had fun *slapping each other with fish*. Our friendship was strengthened, and you opened my eyes to the wonders of RENT and Sweeney Todd. I'd never liked musicals, but you changed my mind.

You sometimes would talk about Alex Day and Charlie McDonnell, which I'd watched a few times under your recommendation. I knew who they were, but I still didn't understand. Why did you think they were so great? I preferred the song about Duct Tape.....

A few times, you asked me to proofread your writing. You wanted to be a novelist, you said. I read your stories, jotted in notebooks in pristine, unmistakable handwriting. I related to them and I wondered, did you know about my life? Where did you get those fictional ideas, so close to my reality? You also used to draw, clothing design if I remember correctly. I was jealous that your people were always so lovely.

One day, you showed me a poster promoting the Chartjackers. Charlie and Alex again, plus two more. I took interest in the project when you told me it was for charity, and that's when I joined Youtube, to witness this soon-to-be-miracle for myself. I started watching vlogs, by Charlie and Alex and many many others, and eventually, in August of 2010, I discovered the Vlogbrothers.

I took the time to watch every single video, spending hours in front of the computer. I was infatuated by Nerdfighteria, and soon learned that you were a Nerdfighter as well. We shared books and movies and talked about nerdtastic things, and my entire attitude about life changed. I picked myself up from my heartbreak and pain, and I joined the wonderful community I love, thanks to your subtle direction. 

Now I've joined Twitter, where we talk every day, and you (plus some others) inspired me to create this blog. You've exposed me to Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Maureen Johnson, and my personality is better than ever before. I thank you for opening my eyes to a world of culture, fashion, originality, and love, and you are truly the most unique and interesting person I know. I can count on you every day to remember to be awesome, and to appreciate life and to care about others. Thank you, Nicole, for making me who I am :)

First Date

The lights flicker out in the semi-crowded theatre,

The aroma of popcorn floats up to my face.

I sip on my ICEE to cool my hot nerves,

Between you and me, electrified space.

The title is floating up here through the darkness

As I settle down in the worn folding chair.

The warmth of your fingertips tickles my neck,

Twirling between them my sweet-smelling hair.

We gasp and we giggle, and you snort with laughter,

I think that this date's going just as I planned.

About halfway through, with our happiness brewing,

I sense you reaching and give you my hand.

Your thumb swirling gently, you trace a soft heart.

My face flushing pink, I'm thankful it's dark.

My mind wanders off to a calm, blissful dream,

I think this relationship's more than a spark.

The movie is over, the lights come back on,

We yawn and we stretch and we head for my car.

You're holding my hand as we shuffle along,

Trudging slowly because the walk's not very far.

When we get there, your arm encircling my waist,

You open my door and I sit down to drive.

You grin and say, "I had a fantastic time."

I admit that I've never felt quite so alive.

I fight back a sigh as we pull in your driveway.

You stroke my arm and stare into my eyes.

You give me a hug and whisper in my ear,

"Let's go on more dates and have sweeter goodbyes..."

What I've Learned from Nerd Music

As a devoted nerdfighter, my mp3 player is naturally packed with lots of Wrock, Trock, and other random music by various made-of-awesome people. Listening to these amazing songs the other day, I realized that I have learned alot of things from these songs, although some of them are completely useless things to know. I figured I'd post them here for your amusement...

Alex Day

• How NOT to play Mario Kart Wii
• Singing cliches is not an effective way to win someone's heart
• Eating candy floss at a funfair is incredibly romantic
• Skinny jeans from Camden and perfect glossy hair are beautiful
• Who needs simplicity in this candid game of Hearts?
• We don't want Georgia to leave
• When your strings are broken, your heart goes out of tune
• The pen is sharper than any sharpened sword

ALL CAPS

• Heartbreakers sign their emails with an x
• Don't let your robot boyfriend upgrade to version 2
• Everything is never as it seems with Hermione or Ron
• Who woulda thought that two nerds would get to have their day?
• You need 1667 words a day for NaNoWriMo
• World of Warcraft ruins lives

Charlie McDonnell

• You need to be able to love yourself (but not that way!)
• Snacks are more important than properly finishing an album
• Clearasil, Freederm, and Proactiv don't really work
• The people that mind don't matter, and the people that matter don't mind
• An animal is a silly thing to be
• You must taste inspiration and stop chewing the bread of woe
• Dopamine and norepinephrine are love chemicals
• We should all watch Hayley G. Hoover's videos
• Santa Claus throws Jack-O-Lanterns at children on Halloween
• Rhymezone.com is quite amazing

Chartjackers

• Incredibly cheesy pop songs CAN make the British charts

Hank Green

• I have learned so incredibly much from Hanks music, I really don't feel like typing it all. So listen to it yourself, become edumacated.
• However, I think the central message here would be DON'T FORGET TO BE AWESOME!!!!

There are more wonderful artists, and lots of great songs, but at the moment my sore, blistered, wakeboarding hands are tired of typing. So here ya go! DFTBA, and I promise to post again soon. I'm sorta trying to do BALA (Blog A Lotta August), but due to the fact that I started 9 days late it's a bit of a challenge. Here Goes.....