So it's come to this...

I'm back. I haven't posted a meaningful entry in a while. It's not for a shortage of ideas so much as a lack of motivation to write them down. In fact, I feel like I've made quite a bit of progress in the last few months and it's about time I set my ideas in digital stone, before I forget. That said, it will take some time and a few entries to do so. Consider this my first resurrection. The phases of my life remain unpredictable, at least to me, for now, so you can expect my virtual presence to be inconsistent; but not untimely.

Oh no!!!

Monetary Violation

Excuse my French

WoW

A taste for irony has kept more hearts from breaking than a sense of humor, for it takes irony to appreciate the joke which is on oneself.
- Jessamyn West

While I'm on the subject...

...here's another one I just stumbled across. This one I apparently wrote for my eighth grade English class. No prizes for this one but it's pretty funny.

POINT OF VIEW

Imagine yourself in my paws,
I don't think you understand.
You think I have a perfect life,
It's really not so grand.

I'd like to start by telling you,
The food you give me's sick.
It's old and hard and terrible.
I'd rather eat a stick.

In the winter when it's cold,
You make me sleep outside.
I'd be happy on the couch
Where I do no freeze my hide.

I'm getting kind of chubby,
You don't take me for a walk.
You just leave me on the porch,
And I can't get through the lock.

I wish that I could tell you
All the things you put me though.
I don't think I deserve it,
What did I ever do to you?

- 14 year-old Sacha (almost)
September 8, 1997

Just because...

...my blog would not be complete without it. I wrote this poem in third grade for the Reflections contest at my elementary school. Like most of my better works, I completed it the night before it was due. It ended up winning 1st prize in the writing category for grades 3 through 6.

MAGIC COLORS

Imagine if the moon was red,
And said "goodnight" when you went to bed.
Imagine if the stars were green,
And didn't shine when you were mean.

Imagine if the sun was brown,
And never smiled, it just frowned.
Imagine if the clouds were gold,
And when it snowed, it wasn't cold.

Imagine if the snow was black,
And when it hit the ground it cracked.
Imagine if the earth was blue,
And every day it sang to you.

- 9 year-old Sacha
January 14, 1993