Brain Exploded at 8:45 this Evening

My brain officially exploded with the over-downloading of Statistical information!  It hurts.  I am sick of doing averages, percentages, sums of box models.  Sampling retarded samples. Over and over and over and over again!  My arm is aching from the strain. My eyes keep glancing up at my clock wondering when bedtime will arrive.  Wondering how soon would be too early to call it a night!  I have done so much to prepare for my stats exam, and now my head is having difficulty processing it all.

I like doing well at school.  I expect myself to do the best I can do.  I see know point in spending the time, energy, and Money to do less than my best.  Some of my family members, mainly my older sister, thinks I'm obsessive compulsive with my grades. You know I just expect myself to do the best I can.  Getting that B because of retarded, stupid mistakes is highly irritating.  I am at school to learn and to get good grades. So that is what I plan on doing!

My brain is broken at the moment, but it will be okay after Friday.  I am planning on not doing any school work after 11:30 Friday.  I have to play hard and let my brain rest.

I have been looking at the next few weeks wondering how my brain is going to handle this:  I have so much to do the rest of the semester!  But then I decided that I will take it one day at a time.  I can handle it.  My brain will not really explode.... maybe if I keep telling myself this it will happen.

I asked my mom, via text, whether I could go to bed at 8:45 pm. She didn't respond.  Either her phone is off (which is very likely), or she is already in bed, so I will take that as a "yes" and say adios amigos!

It is officially my bedtime!!!

A Bunch of Peeled Bananas

Like banana peels,

Barricades erected for soceity

peel away

in Our extraordinary
exclusive
corner of the world.

Remembering
good times,
We 
create better.

Like a continuous game of tennis,
all eight of Us
rapidly pass wit's ball
   back
      and
  forth.

Whatever the situation,
together-We-knit.

Magnetism

I wonder what life would be like with
no Sun;
Warming days up with
his
ultraviolet smile.

Like the first bottomless Spring sky,
he
becomes more spectacular every
    short second
          upon
    short second!

With the giddiness of a schoolgirl, I know
he's
the one, My knees go weak with anticipation
thinking when I'll next see,

the one
who bursts excitement down my spine
creating energy
that could light Manhattan up forever.

With a massive magnet's power,
I am drawn towards
him
  unable,
       unwilling,
              tobreakaway.

Launch

6th east stands still as I,
the human bullet,
zoom towards my target:

the portal between
a receiver and
       loving mothers,
       tax returns,

       adventurous beginnings.

Six inches away,
I stand frozen to the ground,
with a kettle of mixed emotions
effervescing
in my eager mind.

Like a kid who Wants to Know
the stove is hot,
my sweating, shaking hand
reaches into my worn leather jacket pocket,
grasping
for the small unique copper key.

The unlocking-click echoes the
starting
of an engine.
Squinting as if I was staring straight at the sun,
I slowly pull the tiny door open.

But, my eyes go as wide as hula-hOOps,
as they discover the

        BIG 

    WHITE

 ENVELOPE

with 

Sister 

Melissa 

Kristine 

Boyer 

typed in the center.

Amazing

I find it simply amazing, ironic, and odd that I love my English class this semester.  As I registered for the semester, my English class is the class I was least looking forward to.  I hated writing.  I never thought I was good at it.  I know I am not a professional at it.  My sister is by far more amazing (to see check out her blog: freshscribbles). I even voiced my concerns during the first week of class.  Throughout all the assignments we have done though, I have unexpectedly enjoyed myself immensely.

For the class, we have to go visit a Writing "tutor" at least twice during the semester.  Those visits are great.  I had no idea the writing center existed on campus.  As I sit down and do an assignment, it is really exciting.  During the day, I think how to improve the paper, or poem constantly.  It's beyond amazing!  Anyone who knows me knows how odd this truly is.  If I were given the option to write a poem or do a mathematical equation at the beginning of the semester, I would rather be given the algebraic equation and solve for "x".  But now all I want to do is write poetry. It's such a fun avenue of emotional release.  

My personal essay assignment was even thrilling to write.  Trying to find visual ways to write rather than just telling the reader was almost as exciting as trying to find a solution for an inverse sine function!

I will definitely continue writing poetry throughout my life.  It's just fun!  

It really is ironic that the class I am enjoying the most this semester is my English class.  My trigonometry and statistics class are right up at the top as well. My life science class is a totally different story.  But really this semester hasn't been very bad.  In different ways, I have found All my classes enjoyable and interesting.  (even learning about the nature of wheat has been somewhat thrilling...)  

But writing doesn't hold the same dislike as it did in January!! It's been great fun. This blog will most definitely be seeing more of my writing.  

Like An Unreachable Itch

Five minutes ago you 

awoke 

with your face plastered against your textbook
with ten minutes before the Final exam.

Your fingers involuntarily

tap
on the steering wheel as you 

glance
obsessive-compulsively t'wards the clock.

Reminiscent of a recovering addict's ache, you 

crave
taco bell. With the pressure of a dam, the 

tension 

within your bladder rapidly reaches the breaking point.

Your chest aches from your heart's

devil-beating
due to unrelenting 

thoughts 

of the imminent exam.

You have little Time to 

dilly-dally
  hesitate

shilly-shally

  vacillate
whiffle-waffle
  dawdle

BUT

the car
in Front of you
is going
 30
in a
 40
mph Zone!

Chivalriless

In age

of chivalry,

men protected woman.

Courage, valor

and love

shew through 

their deeds always.

Nothing more important,

their Lady was 

their Life.

Modern

times have changed.

Boys think they're in mom's womb

till death, with no

growth,

courage

and protecting

damsels in distress; so

women wander

amiss.