I Want

I just don't understand how I am expected to do all of my homework when there are so many other things that I want to do.


I want to paint.
Murals.
On buildings.
I don't own a building on which to create a mural.

I want to draw with charcoal.
I have a drawing project that I have to do in charcoal.
But I don't want to draw with charcoal in 2 point perspective.
I just want to draw.
Whenever and whatever I want.
But they won't let me.

I want to download about 20 new songs.
I'm tired of my ipod.
It needs an update.
I have so many new favorite songs it's ridiculous.
They need to be listened to.

I want to crochet black gloves for winter.
It's already fall.
I'm running out of time.

I want to go on a picnic with Josh.
I want to pack sandwitches and pudding cups.
Capri Suns and Yoohoos.
But the weekends aren't long enough.

I do NOT want any more rain.
I'm tired of the rain.
I'm tired of the sun.
I want clouds and breezes.
I want to be able to wear a jacket.
And flannel shirts.
Scarves.
Hats.

I want to wear my hats.
All of them.

I want to write poems.
I want to just sit in a room with my new favorite songs playing and write cute little poems.

I want to make video responses.
I want to lip sync to Ani Difranco and show it to Milton.

I want to read books.
I want to read all of the books that Arik lent to me.

I want my hair to be long again.
With no more highlights.
Solid brown.
And long.

I want to take an hour long bubble bath.

I want.





"Mm, What you say? Mm, That you only meant well? Well of course you did."



"We saw the couple in the coma and it was we who were the cliche, but we carried on anyway."


Two of the songs that must go on my ipod asap.
I love them.

I want them.