Well I certainly am exhausted. What a day . . . well, series of days really. Today wasn't anything that incredibly exerting, but for those of you that've heard it, "the straw that broke the camels back." That's about how I'm feeling right now. I came home and felt great until about 3:30, then I started to feel pretty sick. I ran 65 "pacers" in P.E. today, which when you think about it really isn't that much, and I wasn't even that tired afterwards, but I think it was just enough to exhaust me. So yeah, with P.E. in combination to last night's concrete, I'm pooped. When I started feeling sick, I fell asleep until about 5:30 when my dad woke me up playing piano (he didn't see me under my covers I guess). My parents are horrible about NOT waking me up, and lately they've been enjoying themselves keeping me up at night. It's extremely annoying when you've got a light shining right in your eyes (my porch light - I like it off, and they like it on when they go outside to the office). Then they come back in and wake me up laughing or something. I just want some sleep . . . I understand they're people too, but they're not people that got up at 6:09.15 this morning. They have another 30 minutes to pop the z's, whereas I'm showering and putting on topicals for genetic foliculitis.

I'm not going to bore you folks with rambling, I'm actually going to start something interesting up here . . . Nothing was really that amazing about today though, it was actually pretty basic. I helped my friend with some math at lunch, at least I think I did . . . she's pretty modest, but she's a great person and I'm glad she's my friend. I'm sitting here listening to Frank Sinatra's Duet's CD . . . I'm not really in a bang-bang music mood right now. Too tired and relaxed for that. Speaking of relaxed . . . time to discuss my title. Today I saw one of the most beautiful things I've seen in years, and no it wasn't a girl.

Picture a streak of orange, as far as you can see moving off over large trees of different varieties into the sunset . . that's about it, except it's far more fantastic in person. Wish you could see it - too bad I don't have a digital camera - It's a pumpkin orchard. It spans for acres, and it's strangely attractive. Well, not really strange . . . it's just a fantastic picture. If I had any painting talents I would most certainly paint it, but I'm not exactly that talented when it comes to art. Never have been. I joke about being an abstract artist sometimes, but it's almost true. I smear so much due to being left handed that paintings always come out a little bit . . . "different". Maybe I'd be honored in some foreign culture . . . European Renaissance perhaps? Heheh.

I've been writing quite a bit of poetry lately. I've found poems express myself in the many states of being. Happiness, sadness, whatever it may be I can cram as much sincerity and meaning behind my poems as I want and I don't need to worry about other people reading them. I write them for me, and I cram them with as much significance as I can. Any time any of you would like to read my poetry, I trust you all enough that I could send you some. I just don't feel like releasing it to the internet because it is fairly personal, and yeah, it's mine.

Was thinking about it earlier because I got up and my eyes were blurry. What would it be like to be blind . . . If I had to lose a sense it'd be vision because I'm so sick of looking at people. People disgust me. That way I'd never be able to experience lust either, I'd have to get to now a person before I could judge them. In many ways, a handicap would "un"-handicap me. But wow, what a pain it would be. I'd hate it . . . but what would really drive me mad would be to go deaf. If I went deaf, I'd feel like I'd lost my favorite sense of communication, besides writing of course. It goes like this:

Life
The ability to use my hands (oh my . . . I love to use my hands)
The ability to speak / use intellect / receive intellect
The ability to feel
The ability to taste / smell
The ability to see

Well, that's about it really. I don't value seeing that much, except it's hard to use your hands on things you can't see. I memorized the keyboard a long time ago, so if I ever went blind I'd have my mom set up the computer to "speak text" so I could still write. I don't care if I can see the text, I write for the passion of writing.

Just realized, I haven't had my bird out in a few nights, I should take her out and let her play around until around 9:30 or so. Take care my friends, I'll tell you how "Red Dragon" is because I'm going to see it after school tomorrow with a few friends. 4:55 in town. Wee!