Look Up At The Sky Day/Hot Dog Day/Big Wind Day
2005-04-12 @ 10:42 p.m.

Again and again, I am reminded of the fact that there are friends, and then there are Friends. Make of that what you will. I'm supposed to be writing my valedictory speech at the moment. It doesn't help that I've got a stack of books taller than me that I want to read, a poem that I want to finish by tonight, and homework that I know I have but don't want to start on. The poem's a rather personal one this time round, drawing on experience of people I know. I've got a thing for rhyme now, so I'm trying to use it more when I write. Hopefully, the rhymes will become less artificial and contrived with time. Six out of ten poems that I've written recently revolve around the same theme, which is hardly surprising if you know my history. The more Hardy I read, the less it matters. Got an epistolatory novel by V.S. Naipaul from the library, along with the autobiography of Janet Frame, whoever that is. I picked that one up because of the publisher's blurb at the back, which just goes to show that those things actually work from time to time. Not to say that I'm not enjoying it, because it's highly readable stuff. I ought to study for my SAT instead of reading all this, but I can't really be bothered with anything right now. I don't even know what I'm trying to get through, because everything I have to get through is at the end of the month. I've started reading strangers' diaries again, after a period of sporadic visits. I've culled the list down to those diaries that really interest me. It's strangely comforting to read a stranger's diary, but it might have something to do with how that person's life gets romanticised through your reading. Okay, valedictory speech. In English, so that I can translate the French tomorrow in school. Hopefully...