Good Grades

So, with tons of joy, I'd like to announce: I am not failing Precalc! Yay! Since none of you probably know anything about this, I'll quickly explain. I didn't do so hot on a test awhile back, giving me an F in Precalc. Did I like it? No. I hate doing badly in school. I have all of these big goals and all, so passing Precalc is actually pretty important to me. In hopes of passing, I decided to retake my test. I did and now I have a 75. It makes me feel like I actually have a chance to do well in this class. It also helps that I do all of my homework and work incredibly hard so it makes me happy that it's all paying off.
Also, a piece of advice: If you're writing a book, keeping track of the general time frame will really help with pacing. I feel the need to say this because of a personal experience. It's June 13th in Sparks. Yeah. Enjoy your lovely lives! Bye!

Six

Finally! A new poem! :D

I used to like you.

I swear I did.

Then you broke my heart.

Bad idea, kid.

You pursued someone else

While I fell apart.

Isn't it natural to move on?

Now here I am

Smiling again.

Having finally gotten over you.

The Thing with Poetry

The thing with poetry and I is that it's usually quite personal. For some reason, I am so much better at getting out all of my teenage angst and despressing emotions through the magical land of rhythm and stanzas. I wonder if I could write a poem about that terrible cold that I am inflicted with. Hm...

Now, that's not exactly a relevant topic, so how about we go on about life with me? Well, it's been interesting, to say the least. I've been writing, yes, but so many other things have occured that I'm not even sure I could begin to tell you, but now my life has gone back to semi-normality, meaning I can just go back to writing. :D

Speaking of writing, here's the link to Sparks, since I've updated a few chapters. Don't worry, I'll upload more shortly.

I guess that's it. I might show off more of my poetry at a later time. Enjoy your life!

Four

I find it oh-so interesting

To see how much I've changed.

To see the girl I saw three years ago

Is not the girl I see today.

My hair has gotten longer, I've gotten a little taller.

I've become a lot more louder,

I've found more things to say.

Strange how there was once a time

Where being quiet was more becoming.

News On Three and Other Things

I'm not posting today's poem. It's too personal. Instead, here's a link to a new website I'm posting my writing on:

http://www.hexbound.com/ellekaye

I have Sparks and Age is Just a Number posted. :D Enjoy!

Two

So yesterday I had my friends.

Today I woke up

Happy as hell.

I was even looking forward to 2013.

But now I'm sad.

Too much homework, Mom is sad.

There's nothing fun to do.

Yearbook demands some captions.

A body copy rewritten.

From relaxed to stressed

And all it took was school.

One

New Year's resolutions.

I never really make them.

Is it not true that they're destined to fail?

So why am I making one this year?

Why am I saying that I'll quit over thinking?

It's obviously too difficult to do.

Oh now I remember.

It's quite simple.

Overthinking is something I hate to do.