Bio 130

Hello again. This is my biography for those of you who wanted to know more. I like to listen to music although I'm not alway up to date on the latest song or the newest artist or things like that. I leave things like that to my sister Emily. I don't get out much because I'm usually stuck at home baby-sitting my sisters with no pay. I know, totally unfair, right? Anyway, I love to read manga and Naruto is my favorite! Sooo... I guess that's about it.

Then Poem:

I Iike a bunch of things like books, manga, music, etc. I consider my self an average kid with an average life. Nothing special here. Read bigraphy for more.

Hello again. This is my biography for those of you who wanted to know more. I like to listen to music although I'm not alway up to date on the latest song or the newest artist or things like that. I leave things like that to my sister Emily. I don't get out much because I'm usually stuck at home baby-sitting my sisters with no pay. I know, totally unfair, right? Anyway, I love to read manga and Naruto is my favorite! Sooo... I guess that's about it.

Then Poem:

Dreams with the Clouds

There she sat,
Gazing out her window,
Dreaming with the clouds.

There she lay,
Looking up at the sky,
Staring at the clouds.

There she wondered,
Wanting to fly,
Soaring with the clouds.

There she dreamed,
And hoped,
And wished,
That someday she could join the clouds,
Floating in the sky, with no worries or cares.

Then night came,
And the girl was tired,
Pleased with how she spent her day,
And looking forward to the night,
When she would be
Dreaming with the clouds.

Now Poem:

Dreams Less Often

She was once a dreamer,
She used to dream  with the clouds,
But it was different now.
She barely dreams at all.

Her life grows busier,
And she, more tired.
Her only chance to dream is at night.
She barely dreams at all.

Once in a while she gets a chance,
A chance to dream once more,
But it never lasts long.
She barely dreams at all.

When she was younger,
She used to dream.
She used to dream with the clouds,
But now she grows older,
Busier,
Tired.
She wishes things could be like they were.
Back when she dreamt with the clouds.

These were two poems I wrote for my english class. The first one was what I used to do a lot when I was a kid, which was daydreaming, but in the now poem, you can see that I don't really get a chance to do that anymore. If you're wondering, "Well why not?", the answer is... I don't know. I guess I either outgrew it or I'm just too busy with other things to daydream as much as I used to.

*Edit* That was two years ago, and now I've realized that I've moved on from daydreamin to 'zoning out'. THere's a difference. When you zone out, you just stare blankly into space and not realize it. When you daydream, you're actually thinking about something.