Wasting my words on weird things
In this book of an entry lies a funny story
I want to write tonight because I have positive things to write about and I'm in a good mood and silly things happened. I slept till 11:45, went to class at 12:30, it was pretty boring, but not bad, Towards the end of class which was Global Politics, we talked about poverty and people not eating in foreign countries and it made me realize I should stop complaining about things and be so much happier than I am at times. It's all in one's attitude. Anyway in Global politics I argued that people in poverty stricken and starving countries need to stop reproducing and spend time trying to get themselves to the point where they can support themselves. After that I had lunch which was delicious. Then I had my dumb discussion class for history in which no one read the readings so it was boring but i got an A- on my paper so I was pleased. When I returned from the discussion something silly but kind of gross happened but it makes me laugh. So I came in to my room and sat down at the computer and began talking to Clinton Merle Pop Fisher. When I say down I thought I (what the kids call it nowadays) sharted. Now I know this is "gross" or repulsive to write about, but I write about things like this normally and I figure sharing funny stories is better than complaining. Anywho I thought I sharted, luckily I have toilet paper in my room that I also use as tissues cause we don't have tissues, I've been sick for like 12 days so it's all we had left. Anyway I figured I'm too lazy to walk to the bathroom which was an entire 12 feet away so I proceeded to take some TP and check my boxers. Now anyone reading this has probably 1) stopped 2) are thinking why am I reading this and who cares that he's checking to see if he sharted or 3) they are weird like me think this is kind of funny and can't wait to see what happens next. So anyway the climax of the story, as I checked myself I look over and realize the window has no shades and is wide open in broad daylight during a busy time of day. As I look up I could have sworn eye contact was made with a girl walking along the sidewalk while my hand was by my butt. Now this was kind of akward, not for me, for her, but I think I saw her giggling afterwards. It's a wonder how that played out. It was also funny because I told Clint what had happened through his cell phone in text and he was out to dinner with his girlfriend when it happened, and she ended up reading the whole story which is funny to me. That's all. After this I went to lift, I've gotten a lot weaker but I way 168 now, I still haven't gained weight since being here though I'd like to gain 15 pounds of muscle, pipe dreams Jim, pipe dreams. After lifting I showered, and I really did not want to go to the history lecture, there is too much history on thursdays, i knew it was gonna be boring, I had this feeling like i shouldnt go, I go to class late and a lot of people were absent, I fell asleep almost immediately for 45 minutes. I woke up and there was still a half hour of class left and i already missed all the notes, so I just read the Bible the rest of class. I decided to read Job because when I opened there a couple days ago I read some stuff that was similar to what I write at times, It seems the book of Job is a lot of repetitive complaining on Job's part. It reminds me of myself, but then again Job lost all his wealth and children so he had it slightly worse... ok fine a lot worse, but Job complained a lot too about not wanting to live and such. I read the first 14 verses and stopped because it got slightly bothersome to read much of the same thing, but the point of Job I feel is that it's okay to complain to God. I mean after all it displays that we need him, that we are helpless without him, he basically yells out to God in hopes of an answer. So even if I don't have things as worse as Job I can still complain at times and get away with it so to speak. After that boring class, I ate at Dukes and got some really gross pizza, it looked like it had a loogy on it. I ate it anyway despite how nasty it was. After dinner I got to go to an amazing bible study type thing or church service because DURAG came to JMU. It was amazing to see the way in which they shared God's word. Their ministry was a blessing and I'm pretty sure I'm going to attend regularly on Thursday nights so long as time allows it. Plus I like the word durag after all you can find that word in my screenname. My day was wonderous although I don't know how it's so late already. Well now is a good time to go to bed, but first a poem that isn't one of my best and I wrote it in April of this year.
Don't Waste my Time
As you read this poem
You will try to discover the meaning behind it
You will find a message the author is trying to convey
But why should you bother to read this poem
I can't answer that
Why was this poem ever written?
And who was it written for?
It is written to make a point
And it is for you the reader
Is this poem a waste of time?
Most likely, it will be
yet you continue read
You want to know the message, don't you?
Fine, I will tell you
It's actually quite simple
Don't allow someone to waste your time
Ironic, isn't it?
Because, that is exactly what I have done
Lesson Learned
I want to write tonight because I have positive things to write about and I'm in a good mood and silly things happened. I slept till 11:45, went to class at 12:30, it was pretty boring, but not bad, Towards the end of class which was Global Politics, we talked about poverty and people not eating in foreign countries and it made me realize I should stop complaining about things and be so much happier than I am at times. It's all in one's attitude. Anyway in Global politics I argued that people in poverty stricken and starving countries need to stop reproducing and spend time trying to get themselves to the point where they can support themselves. After that I had lunch which was delicious. Then I had my dumb discussion class for history in which no one read the readings so it was boring but i got an A- on my paper so I was pleased. When I returned from the discussion something silly but kind of gross happened but it makes me laugh. So I came in to my room and sat down at the computer and began talking to Clinton Merle Pop Fisher. When I say down I thought I (what the kids call it nowadays) sharted. Now I know this is "gross" or repulsive to write about, but I write about things like this normally and I figure sharing funny stories is better than complaining. Anywho I thought I sharted, luckily I have toilet paper in my room that I also use as tissues cause we don't have tissues, I've been sick for like 12 days so it's all we had left. Anyway I figured I'm too lazy to walk to the bathroom which was an entire 12 feet away so I proceeded to take some TP and check my boxers. Now anyone reading this has probably 1) stopped 2) are thinking why am I reading this and who cares that he's checking to see if he sharted or 3) they are weird like me think this is kind of funny and can't wait to see what happens next. So anyway the climax of the story, as I checked myself I look over and realize the window has no shades and is wide open in broad daylight during a busy time of day. As I look up I could have sworn eye contact was made with a girl walking along the sidewalk while my hand was by my butt. Now this was kind of akward, not for me, for her, but I think I saw her giggling afterwards. It's a wonder how that played out. It was also funny because I told Clint what had happened through his cell phone in text and he was out to dinner with his girlfriend when it happened, and she ended up reading the whole story which is funny to me. That's all. After this I went to lift, I've gotten a lot weaker but I way 168 now, I still haven't gained weight since being here though I'd like to gain 15 pounds of muscle, pipe dreams Jim, pipe dreams. After lifting I showered, and I really did not want to go to the history lecture, there is too much history on thursdays, i knew it was gonna be boring, I had this feeling like i shouldnt go, I go to class late and a lot of people were absent, I fell asleep almost immediately for 45 minutes. I woke up and there was still a half hour of class left and i already missed all the notes, so I just read the Bible the rest of class. I decided to read Job because when I opened there a couple days ago I read some stuff that was similar to what I write at times, It seems the book of Job is a lot of repetitive complaining on Job's part. It reminds me of myself, but then again Job lost all his wealth and children so he had it slightly worse... ok fine a lot worse, but Job complained a lot too about not wanting to live and such. I read the first 14 verses and stopped because it got slightly bothersome to read much of the same thing, but the point of Job I feel is that it's okay to complain to God. I mean after all it displays that we need him, that we are helpless without him, he basically yells out to God in hopes of an answer. So even if I don't have things as worse as Job I can still complain at times and get away with it so to speak. After that boring class, I ate at Dukes and got some really gross pizza, it looked like it had a loogy on it. I ate it anyway despite how nasty it was. After dinner I got to go to an amazing bible study type thing or church service because DURAG came to JMU. It was amazing to see the way in which they shared God's word. Their ministry was a blessing and I'm pretty sure I'm going to attend regularly on Thursday nights so long as time allows it. Plus I like the word durag after all you can find that word in my screenname. My day was wonderous although I don't know how it's so late already. Well now is a good time to go to bed, but first a poem that isn't one of my best and I wrote it in April of this year.
Don't Waste my Time
As you read this poem
You will try to discover the meaning behind it
You will find a message the author is trying to convey
But why should you bother to read this poem
I can't answer that
Why was this poem ever written?
And who was it written for?
It is written to make a point
And it is for you the reader
Is this poem a waste of time?
Most likely, it will be
yet you continue read
You want to know the message, don't you?
Fine, I will tell you
It's actually quite simple
Don't allow someone to waste your time
Ironic, isn't it?
Because, that is exactly what I have done
Lesson Learned
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