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mackinzieDear Subway,
If you want us to eat better, why do you make us pay so much? Four bucks for a sandwich? Furthermore, you really need to get better cups. After awhile (like within a few hours) they get all soggy and if you poke them, they spill.
Fix both of these, kay?
Signed,
One of those people who gives you money
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I wrote this four paragraph pissed off rant earlier this morning about like...terrorists and stuff, but I lost it cause it freaked out and said 'page not found.' When I went back, it was gone. I suppose it's for the best. I'm better now.
--
We studied Emily Dickenson today. Interesting lady. A lot of her poems made no sense, but some of them did. I'll probably read all of them, not just the ones assigned.
Before that, I had to give a speech in Voice and Diction...I kind of freaked a little. Went too fast and all. But the guy behind me said I did good, and I got a few chuckles out of some people. It was supposed to be funny.
But nobody seemed to notice my hair. That was bad.
--
I was flipping through the radio channels when I came upon an old Randy Travis song, Forever and Ever, Amen. I used to listen to country when I was younger, I've since switched to rock.
But I've always liked this line from the song:
They say time takes it's toll on a body,
Makes a young girl's brown hair turn grey.
But honey, I don't care, I ain't in love with your hair.
And if it all fell out, I'd love you anyway.
--
And now, a poem
Her eyes,a touch of slate blue
Circles with mingling of grey
In the middle, black as night
A bottomless pit that shrinks to fit the tragedy
Or laughter they see
Windows to the soul,
So they say.
The whites bleed red,
They say so much
Pain, furrowed brows
Green eyed monster
Sadness creates a crimson bottomed river
Eyes are the innocent witness, reflections of the world they see
Could she be such a witness, and only blink?
What else could can she do but just be?
If you want us to eat better, why do you make us pay so much? Four bucks for a sandwich? Furthermore, you really need to get better cups. After awhile (like within a few hours) they get all soggy and if you poke them, they spill.
Fix both of these, kay?
Signed,
One of those people who gives you money
---
I wrote this four paragraph pissed off rant earlier this morning about like...terrorists and stuff, but I lost it cause it freaked out and said 'page not found.' When I went back, it was gone. I suppose it's for the best. I'm better now.
--
We studied Emily Dickenson today. Interesting lady. A lot of her poems made no sense, but some of them did. I'll probably read all of them, not just the ones assigned.
Before that, I had to give a speech in Voice and Diction...I kind of freaked a little. Went too fast and all. But the guy behind me said I did good, and I got a few chuckles out of some people. It was supposed to be funny.
But nobody seemed to notice my hair. That was bad.
--
I was flipping through the radio channels when I came upon an old Randy Travis song, Forever and Ever, Amen. I used to listen to country when I was younger, I've since switched to rock.
But I've always liked this line from the song:
They say time takes it's toll on a body,
Makes a young girl's brown hair turn grey.
But honey, I don't care, I ain't in love with your hair.
And if it all fell out, I'd love you anyway.
--
And now, a poem
Her eyes,a touch of slate blue
Circles with mingling of grey
In the middle, black as night
A bottomless pit that shrinks to fit the tragedy
Or laughter they see
Windows to the soul,
So they say.
The whites bleed red,
They say so much
Pain, furrowed brows
Green eyed monster
Sadness creates a crimson bottomed river
Eyes are the innocent witness, reflections of the world they see
Could she be such a witness, and only blink?
What else could can she do but just be?
