Poetry is not my forte, okay?

But here. Be forewarned, it's old and shitty, but whatever, I did nothing today because I was semi-sick and tired, so I have nothing else to post.

The intricacies of birds in spring
An innocent, pure and wholesome thing
Every day they visit me
And always take me under wing.

A sheltered life is hard to lead
They opened the cage to set me free
I crawled out and embraced the light
But needy night won't let me be.

Now in my mind the birds take flight
To flee the bloodlust of the night
Though I try to pull away,
This taunting greed I cannot fight.

The birds have fled and ceased to sing
They've left me crowned reluctant king
Alone on this throne I wond'rously think
Of the intricacies of birds in spring.

Dead on my feet

Today was incredibly tiring... ugh. I got up at 8 in the morning- A.K.A. WAY too early for a Saturday, especially when you stayed up till 2 the morning before playin' COD with your friends- to go to an extra credit Chemistry class, which, yes, is as nerdy as it sounds, but I only went because my friend wanted me to and because there were donuts. Then I chilled at a wrestling tournament, which was okay because of the number of guys shirtless or near to it, even though it was not the most rosy smelling of places. Then I went to the mall, where I participated in an orchestrated 5 minute freeze much like the Improv Everywhere one except not nearly as well done because there were like 500 people, so that was fun.
And now I'm just about dead on my feet, because I'm also on my period and therefore I feel like dying and/or committing mass homocide.
Hey, look, now Lounge Act is playing on my iTunes, which is funny because that's what I named this blog.

OH AND SOMETHING AMAZING HAPPENED TODAY:
So there's this guy at my church who looks exactly like Slash when he was young, except with glasses. And his name is James. I kind of love him. And he's 25, but let's ignore that for now.
James has two younger brothers, one of whom is my age (but, tragically, has not taken after his brother looks-wise so far) and another who is younger than that. AND WHILE I WAS AT THE WRESTLING TOURNAMENT, I SAW THEM TAKING A TOUR OF MY SCHOOL. Which means that either middle brother is going here, into junior year which is probably not the case but that'd be amazingtasticcool, or that his youngest brother is going into middle school. I'm just excited. Small world.

Rocky Beginnings

So I decided to create this blog, though I already have and love my Tumblr, as a more anonymous and serious alternative; something more blog-like, in that I'll actually post about stuff that happens to me. You know, maybe.

My friend Kylie introduced me to Blogger. Well, I knew of it, of course, but since she actually made one I decided I'd give it a shot, too.

However, I haven't had the smoothest of beginnings here on Blogspot. Or is it Blogger? I don't actually know. Anyway, the first calamity that struck (and yes, I'm being overly dramatic, but shh) was that all of the URLs I wanted were taken- Silver, negativecreep, loungeact, loungeacts... all taken. This would be fine, of course, if they weren't all taken by people with like one post that goes along the lines of "I don't know how to work this!" from five years ago. Argh. The second thing is, the template editor (because I'm too lazy to edit things the other way) won't load on my computer, so I'm stuck with this ugly layout. Oh well.

So what happened to me today, then? We had a snow day, because we have ridiculous amounts of snow. So I woke up late, after hearing the phone ring at 5:30 and correctly assuming that it meant school was canceled, and then I shoveled. I shoveled a lot. And then the plow came by again and ruined all of my work. My soul cried a little, and then I went back inside to nurse my sore arms and back. I feel old.
Then I played a shitload of BlackOps and Fallout: New Vegas, way too much than I should. Things of note: I got a 7 Killstreak in BlackOps with a pistol, so that made me happy, 'cause I usually suck.
Then I watched a couple episodes of Say Yes to the Dress and yelled at the overbearing moms.

Then I went back to video games.

So hello, greetings, Blogspot/Blogger/whatever you are.