Procrastination....

I am an awesome procrastinator. You never would find a person so good at finding something else to do, than me!(Whatever!!!says Dakota. Than Me!) You see, in our dear yearbook class of awesomeness we got a persuasive essay assignment like a whole month ago, and guess what I've done? Can you guess??? Well, I PICKED MY TOPIC! Yeah me! It's about Drug Legalization. Yup. I wanna have crack and pot and marijuana with me all the time! Ok, actually no. I am kinda crazy enough without the whole drug thing. I am con about drug legalization. You can breath again, don't worry.
(this part is sung!)*Procrastination. Procrastination. There are only 5 days left. My grade depends on this assignment. Procrastination.*
Ahh! And here comes the teacher! My lovely procrastination opera ode is over.

Changin it Up

Well, some little birdie told me that all my poems are depressing and about super sad stuff. Well just so you know I wrote on laughing that got published to a whole bunch of YW in California, so ha! But, just to prove you wrong, here you go!

I've heard it spoken, I've heard it rhymed
but never once had the experience
until the day I caught his eye.

No one has ever been this to me
only friends flashing across the screen.
But I can feel forever here.

He makes me laugh. He smiles alot.
He's loud, outgoing, and over the top.
He's my perfect match.

I love his voice and how easy he talks.
The expression in his eyes as his meet mine.
The only phrase is head over heels.

Yearning to be More

I feel so small, so helpless.
The world around me is pushing, crushing in.
Nothing feels right or good.
Simply a maze in which I wonder in.

I am so tired, so exhasted
Of trying to keep up, stay constant
In everything expected of me.
Soon I'll fall beneath the surface.

I am so worn, so battered
From the fray of war raging, swirling.
Having fought my solid battle,
Only to be begged to march in yet another.

I am trying, am striving
With every single ounce to conquor, triumph
Only to be beat against by a giant wave.
Everytime being weathered down a little more.

I am so small, so helpless.
I am so tired, so exhasted.
I am so worn, so battered.
But I am still trying, still striving.

I'm Still Alive!

Don't worry! I am still alive! Just becuase I haven't written for like two weeks doesn't mean that I died! I just have more stuff to do you see! The talent show was AMAZING! Me and Emily rocked the school with our amazing skills! I love that girl! She rocks my world. Anyway, and then, me, lizette and Chey went to go Toilet Paper Master Nick, but he told us that his dad was going to kill him and us if we did, so we baked a batch of cookies and TPed them! I even made a little bow! And let me just say that we are amazing cooks. The cookies were very yummy and delectable. We also know how to pose for a Cooking magazine! Then we made hims stand there while we TPed him! Oh, I love that kid too! It's just love all around :) (I'm gonna marry this kid :))(No, really) (Ok, probably not. )