THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Monday, October 09, 2006
Stop! STOP! STOP THE TIME! Oh God. Effectively ONE more day to CG. I am so not prepared. EEEEEEEK. Can I have 1 more week of practice? Pretty please...? No...
No no no. I am so nervous... And what's with that sly smile over your face Jason! You're not helping... *grumbles*
I want to rest some more! Argh. UT tomorrow. 2 meetings back to back. SOW. CG prep. Final Confirmation. Eeeeeeeeek.
Then someone comes by and says, "Have faith. Like what you said, do your best and let God do the rest."Oh boy.*edit*
Oh yah. RP1 --> The Men. Get that straight.
- 9 now. let's add 2 to the number this saturday. TWO! It will be DONE!
Psychedelic;
9:48 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
