lizziec | I am a very bad person...

First of all, yesterday wasn't half bad. Was bullied into essayage by skel and creature but wasn't really too bothered and the work does have to be done. I must confess that I needed a prod to leave r'ford as I hadn't quuite made it out after breakfast... (irc called and all that) :/

Clarie came over and empathised with one another then went to woodies where i got cuggles from pete and food and then watched the others suck at pool. Then work which finished late so got off at 6.2-ish. Rushed to r'ford for dinner, then back to darwin for my moosik and then 15mins or so on irc then choir. Which was good. Was very buzzing afterwards. Unfortunatley dragged down by period pain which is bad this month. I irced for a while and got to bed relatively early...

Work this morning where I lied to keep my afternoon off. I said I had a group project so Icouldn't pick up kids and dump them home. Felt nasty at the time, now I'm just glad I still have the day off... Hope that doesn't condemn me forever...

Anyways, had to fix irssi this morning too as I'd managed to kill it lastnight. I think it ping times me out when I accidentally do ctrl+a then s...or maybe it's ctrl + s...I know it's something like that... Thanks skel for telling me how to fix it.

Right. Must. Do. Work! :D

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

What Poetry Form Are You?

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;
Not prone to overstated gushing praise
Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled
With overstretched opinions to rephrase;
But on the other hand, not fond of fools,
And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;
And holding to the sound and useful rules,
Not those that seek unjustified control.
I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least,
I think I am, and usually I'm right);
And when more ostentatious types have ceased,
I'm still around, and doing, still, alright.
In short, I'm calm and rational and stable -
Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.

What Poetry Form Are You?