Lockers

I decided to blog about something that isn't necessarily fascinating or even interesting. Lockers. My locker in particular.

I have noticed a common occurence with my locker over the years. I never put anything in it. By that I mean, I never decorate it. It's just the plain 'ol metal locker that's issued to me at the beginning of the year. It's as if I don't plan on staying long so I just keep it as impersonal as possible so that when it comes time to leave, the parting isn't a bitter one. It reminds me so much of people who don't want to live in one place very long so they just live in a room with the bare necessities and white walls so they don't get personally attached.

For whatever reason, I always seem to notice this about my locker near the end of the year. Is it too late to make it all spiffy and very 'me' two months before school ends? I think not. It's never too late really. (Unless you're going to do it the last day of school then maybe it is.)

Now the question is: What do I put in my locker? In middle school, I had a picture of my favorite boy band at the time in my locker. All the girls kept looking at it and commenting on their cuteness (the guys in the band I mean). (In case you were wondering, the boy band I liked at the time was Menudo. No, not the one with Ricky Martin. The new[er] one that had it's own MTV show.) I don't think I'm going to do that again. Anyways, I'll figure out something or other.

For your personal enjoyment:

Another Friday

The future has always scared me almost to the point where I can't think of anything else. With only two months left of school and of being here I come to the same outcome. It frightens me that my only year of being at this school is almost over. I have a hard time processing the idea of never seeing some of my closest friends for a long time. You'd think I'd be used to that with friends and family that live all across the world. This, however, seems.......... different. Maybe I just can't picture myself in a new school. Again. Though I don't exactly like the prospect of being the new kid again, I am comforted by two things. One of them being that I will be surrounded by freshmen such as myself. The second thing is that I don't regret changing schools as a senior.

Sure there were and there still are times when it is hard. The first month of school I was racked by nerves every morning and through out the day. I didn't know where to go, what to do and who everyone was. I felt so lost. I, however, learned so much about myself at this time that I can't help but feel proud for all that I have achieved. I guess what I am afraid of is the unknown and not knowing how everything will turn out in the future.

Stars

My mind drifted off today in Literature and I couldn't get this one image out my mind. There is this one scene in the movie Howl's Moving Castle where all these stars are falling down. Also the margin note on the bottom of the page I was reading was talking about how circles are the symbol of perfection because they have no beginning and no end. So I wrote a poem based off of these two things:

All the circles of the night
Fall amongst the morning light
And kiss the rocking waves
Before breaking into dull fragments

A hand reaches out to catch just one
Forgotten piece gently drifting down
And it dizzily dances around the outstretched fingers
And bursts into a thousand burning colors

The Window

When it's sunny the view outside is a vibrant blue covered in the odd wisp of a cloud's tail. My mind envisions the floating house in the movie Up.  For a split second I swear I can see the thin thread of a balloon hovering next to the dirty glass.

At night I sit in bed and feel suffocated by the blinds. I long for a solarium that I saw in England or a big sky light. Part of me just wants to sleep outside and try and decipher which of the blinking lights are stars and which ones are satellites and planes. The magic at this time of day is looking out into the distance and seeing the yellow, red, and white blinking lights of the city in the horizon. It comforts me to think that there are many more good times ahead in the future.

In the winter, the street is blanketed by white powder and the tire tracks of the neighbourhood. I still remember looking outside and seeing the icicles drip off the rim of the light post; frozen in suspense. Hours later they grew bigger as the drops falling from the sky joined in on the fun. The only thing that ever worried me about them was the sharp point at the end. How could something so delicate and beautiful still be so lethal?

Occasionally, you come across the odd dog walker or kid with a Slushie walking by. In the spring, there's a teenage couple that seem to walk by after school. They hold hands and talk and mill around the electric box. How romantic. Yet it doesn't stop me from dreaming up Romeo and Juliet type story about them. Maybe it's the dreamer in me.

There's just so much to see in the world. Windows are like paintings. They always show the same view but there is always something else to see or look at that you didn't notice before.

Wonders of the Younger

We've been talking about childhood a lot lately and all the stories we've heard as kids. I was listening to some music and this song came on and it reminded me of everything that we've been talking about.
Unfortunately I couldn't find the song on Youtube so the live version will have to suffice.