I'm watching GI Joe, Rise of the Cobra and I'm trying to remember when I saw it. This is all very familiar, I know I've seen it, can't remember when, or where. I mustn't have been very impressed.
Other than that, I hung out with some girls I was friends with before BEd. They both happen to be in BEd programs now, but that's beside the point. We all worked on the... how to phrase it... non-heterosexual awareness for teachers seminar we're planning. We got quite a bit done. The plan is in place. We just have to make it look pretty, pitch it to the dean, get approval, get funding, confirm one more speaker, book a room and hold it. Oh! and get people to come. Easy peasy.
That's the only productive thing I did today. Since a retelling of my boring day would be boring, I think borrowing the words of Jack Prelutsky is entirely justified. For those people a least my age, maybe a bit younger, I first learned about his poetry on Arthur. I learned many things from Arthur, the most important of which was how to spell aardvark and nervous. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I did when I first heard it.
It s a very boring day
There is nothing much to look at,
There is nothing much to say,
There s a peacock on my sneakers,
There s a penguin on my head,
There s a dormouse on my doorstep,
I am going back to bed.
Today is very boring,
It is boring through and through,
There is absolutely nothing
That I think I want to do,
I see giants riding rhinos,
And an ogre with a sword,
There s a dragon blowing smoke rings,
I am positively bored.
Today is very boring,
I can hardly help but yawn,
There s a flying saucer landing
In the middle of my lawn,
A volcano just erupted
Less than half a mile away,
And I think I felt an earthquake,
It s a very boring day.
Again, this is by Jack Prelutsky. Not me. I don't write poetry because I respect poetry as an art form.
Lauren.
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