I'm losing the will to update regularly...
Oh well!
We had out DPA camp from Wednesday to Friday.
It
Was
GREAT!
Our group was called The Prata Shop. (Noone could get Praval, and it evolved into prata....you can guess the rest)
We are the Pratans! THIS IS PRATA!!!
And 300 did not copyright that kinda material!
The camp was nice.
The Loft, to stay in at night, WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough said...
School starts Monday. *sigh*...
Nevermind!
In other news...
We have no news.
Rhyme Time Rhymes With Mime!
Impro #2
Camping Directly,
We had lots of fun!
We became Prata,
300 of the sum.
As the days passed,
And nights faded.
Sleeping and awake,
In days of dream we waded.
I cannot say more,
Even rhyme does little justice.
We made many new friends,
Fixing up new poly patches.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Outdate'd
Back from India trip!
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Monday, January 4, 2010
What now.....
Lazy post...
I'll tell you all about my wonderful trip to India later....alright.....quit bugging my inner thoughts!!
And that's right! I'm talking to myself!!
I'll tell you all about my wonderful trip to India later....alright.....quit bugging my inner thoughts!!
And that's right! I'm talking to myself!!
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