I felted a little orange friend

Numbah 100!!

This is the one hundredth post on LBW :) Thanks for reading, you guys.

At rehearsal today I had to stay later for my carpool, who was called later than I, so I went for a walk and made a riveting discovery.

When the students aren't there, the campus is covered in birds.

And I don't mean just the little chickadees and dark-eyed juncos that you see sometimes. Huge, light brown sparrows, crows high in the trees, and even a couple peacock-blue strutters that I'd never seen anywhere, let alone on the campus. Everywhere, the little juncos ran about like ants and the air was thick with high-pitched trills. I had a lot of fun running up to the birds and releasing a cloud of fluttering wings as they escaped.

It's also very pretty at school when it's deserted on an overcast day. Everything is watercolor in pastel greens and beiges. Click to zoom.

Today my friends found some four leaf clovers :D

It was a very fun day, and special because it was what I like to call "The First Shorts Day of the Year." Pretty self-explanatory, but today was the first day that it was nice enough for me to wear shorts! Pretty remarkable for February. I love California.

Anyways, during PE class I played Frisbee and two of my friends found three four-leaf clovers! I was so amazed. I had never seen an actual four-leaf clover before, and here I was looking at three of them. I think maybe the clover on the field is a little mutated. I gave two away and kept one, and I'm pressing it in a book to maybe put in a collage one day.

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The tenant of my eyes and of my heart

Who till the end consumes my every thought

Who still punctures my soul with silver dart

And golden sword, I long for, but for naught.

To bite off more than any one could chew

Within the limits of a normal life

In coveting some rare jewel, bright and new

Shall always be my source of flustered strife.

Yet every time I step into a well

And pray that at the bottom water flows

The rush is but my blood’s great ebb and swell

I need the fall, for it’s the many lows

    That come with highs, and ever they may be

    The lows that bring my lover close to me.

I made a book guys :D

Not a real book... more like a booklet. I just stapled it together right now. I am sitting in a conference room with the rest of my class, and they're finishing their booklets... we all wrote some poetry. And we're putting them in booklets. I'm having a conversation right now...

Me: What are we talking about?
Friend A: Your face!
Friend B: Did you hear that poem about horny eels?
Everyone: What the-
Friend B: You know, those eels that have horns.
     The crunch of the horn inside your mouth
     Like KFC all the way down south.
Everyone: Not better. Not. Better.

Aaaand that's what happens when you leave seventh graders alone.

I am a smart cookie

One time I was watching a ventriloquist and the puppet was rapping, and I wondered why the ventriloquist wasn't holding the microphone up to the puppet's mouth. Then I realized that I was an idiot.

In class we're memorizing poems by famous African-American poets. I picked Night Funeral by Langston Hughes.

Night Funeral
Langston Hughes

Night funeral
In Harlem:

Where did they get
Them two fine cars?


Insurance man, he did not pay—
His insurance lapsed the other day—
Yet they got a satin box
for his head to lay.

Night funeral
In Harlem:

Who was it sent
That wreath of flowers?

Them flowers came
from that poor boy's friends—
They'll want flowers, too,
When they meet their ends.

Night funeral
in Harlem:

Who preached that
Black boy to his grave?

Old preacher man
Preached that boy away—
Charged Five Dollars
His girl friend had to pay.

Night funeral
In Harlem:

When it was all over
And the lid shut on his head
and the organ had done played
and the last prayers been said
and six pallbearers
Carried him out for dead
And off down Lenox Avenue
That long black hearse done sped,
     The street light
     At his corner
     Shined just like a tear—
That boy that they was mournin'
Was so dear, so dear
To them folks that brought the flowers,
To that girl who paid the preacher man—
It was all their tears that made
     That poor boy's
     Funeral grand.

     Night funeral
     In Harlem.

I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium today.