I'm so happy

I wish you were.

Foreign Seas

I moaned your name before I knew it

And cried to darkened ceilings, searching

Twisted my toes in anticipation, but nothing ever came.

The tides were rising.

I found a floating pace and drifted

Let the seaweed twine around me, pulling

Sought out your boyish voice, and lost it to the current

The signs were apparent.

And I spoke your body before I learned it’s language

Your room should reflect your soul.

To Do (By Friday)

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-Study Ch. 7 Math

-Finish Timeline

-Write Narrative

-Finalize Background

-Finish Research

-Speech

To Do (By June 3rd)

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States Test-

Study for History Final-

Chapters 8,9,10,11,12 Math-

Math Final Notecard-

Math Missing Work-

Art Guitar-

Art Extra Credit 1,2-

Wednesday: Interview, Narrative

Thursday: Finalize Project

Sunday: LAZY

Monday: Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10

Tuesday: Ch 11, Ch 12, Review

Wednesday: Review Examples

Thursday: States Test Study

Sunday: History

Monday: History History Ballsack History

Tuesday: Finals are over, Party

Wednesday: PARTYYY WOOO

Thurs: PARTYYYYYYYYYYYY

Six months. That's right. This dream-like picture shows each phase of the sun over Bristol's Clifton Suspension Bridge taken during half a year.

The image was captured on a pin-hole camera made from an empty drinks can with a 0.25mm aperture and a single sheet of photographic paper.

Photographer Justin Quinnell strapped the camera to a telephone pole overlooking the Gorge, where it was left between December 19, 2007 and June 21, 2008--the Winter and Summer solstices. (That's a15,552,000 second exposure.)

'Solargraph' shows six months of the sun's luminescent trails and its subtle change of course caused by the earth's movement in orbit. The lowest arc being the first day of exposure on the Winter solstice, while the top curves were captured mid-Summer.

(Dotted lines of light are the result of overcast days when the sun struggled to penetrate the cloud.)

Quinnell, a renowned pin-hole camera artist, says the photograph took on a personal resonance after his father passed away on April 13--halfway through the exposure. He says the picture allows him to pinpoint the exact location of the sun in the sky at the moment of his father passing.

"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather."
— Comedian : Bill Hicks

Rising tides of disappointment. You litter my seas.

Two Weeks.

I wonder why there is no valid explanation for such a traditional feeling. Dealt along the generations like an abused card deck, so any person can look down and feel their stomach drop, clench their ace of spades like a death sentence.

But it isn't one, and by this time you have already gone. The card is a haunting. A thin-papered ghost, slick from the fingertips that have dulled its shiny surface, smooth like a stone- long caressed by freezing waters.

And you hold it. Grip it. And you can only bear to think "Why have you given this to me?"

"What have I done to deserve it now?"

Mouth gaping, slow-dying fish on his deck, chest heaving dry sobs, as if salty tears will provide enough water to survive.

There is no rescue. Pass the card along as much as you will, and you will, but you have only cursed another. You still have the delicate shadows under your eyes; bruises from the long nights spent wringing your sheets around your arms, staining your pillowcases, only to change them each morning.

He always said your bed smelled so clean.