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My brain is broken.

My brain refused to get up and work this morning, so I tried putting water in my cereal. Then I screamed at my T.V to turn on. So when I woke up, I wrote a poem:

Art
When the paintbrush hits the canvas, it becomes a masterpiece.
When the pen hits the notebook, it's a story,
When I hit you, why isn't it as beautiful?

Lovely, ain't it?
And then I just sat on my computer (Yes. I sat on it.) Rephrase: When I sat IN my chair and turned ON my computer, I just did nothing.  Then I sat around. My brother is in Wisconsin. NEW POEM:

Stupidity
All the world is stupid,
all the world is bland,
when they go and get their coffee,
Oh isn't it grand?

My brain is broken. Don't expect many posts.

1,2,3 It's POSTING time!

Okay! I had the most awkward Saturday ever. So I went to the Costco with El Mama and El Papa. And I got my sunglasses (My brother had some like these that I love) They're aviators with white frames. I bumped into several walls without my normal glasses. Then I went home and sat around and listened to Taylor Swift's new single Mine!!!!!!!! (LISTEN TO IT. NOW.) Somewhere in the middle of that process my friend Sophia called to ask if I wanted to go rollerskating. So I said yeah and her dad got lost looking for it. When we did indeed find it, it was closed and we went to Ed Debevic's (<3), where the waiters are purposely rude to you! The roller rink was still closed, so Sophia and I went to the Sports Authority and went up and down the escalators. Then they opened the roller rink doors, but wouldn't let us skate. So we FINALLY got to skate and I failed in the beginning. But I got pretty good. And I bought a stuffed bear named Bluebearry. Yep. It's meant to be spelled like that. He's not blue. I also got some shutter shades that are green and blink lights. It was very very very very very very fun. And now my knees are black and blue.

*Sigh*

For once I'm going to write about how awkward my day was.

Okay, so at around 8:30 AM Katherine calls me and says "Hey, wanna go to the library?"
"Umm...*Yawn* Mmmk...maybe later. Bye." Then around 2 hours later I'm awake and walking to the library. So we just hang out and stuff and Mira comes. And Katherine leaves and Mira and I sit around and talk. Then we go to my house and then the 7-11. We walk back and then walk my adorable fat dog Sasha.
So in my back alley there is a dead bird that's been rotting there for 3 weeks. (Did I mention that Zane was at a movie with friends?) So Sasha, being a dog, picks the bird up with her mouth (NO DUH AUDRA) and I can't get it out. So Mira gets one of Sasha's sticks, but (OOPS) to late, Sasha ate it. Eww. So we go back and Zane and his friends are sitting in his room. I come up and say "Oh, don't let her lick you!" Zane: "Umm...Why?" Mira: "Because she ate a dead bird!" And we run away! And then I blog!

Letter.

My creativity is being used by writing. We here at Looking at The Sky apologize. The Blurbs, rants, hyper outbursts, etc, are going to be on hold for a while.

Poem

I promised a Poem, but first:
I don't like this poem. I'm in a big mood to write. But this is odd.









 I sit outside
and look at the sky,
grey, with rain,
like the tears streaming
and hitting the paper,
of the ending I couldn't write
out of every story,
every happily ever after,
this one remained without the
two words, so famous,
because they end,
and now I
write them, but the story is not finished.


And I leave you with this profound question: Why?

Me is being crazy!

I JUST HAD COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It be so YUMMEH.
So now I will recite poetry.

Smile
I sit with
my best friends
And they make me
Smile.
When I joke
with my best friends
they make me
Smile.
So why can't
the rest of the
world be a good place
and make me
Smile?


The end!

Story

I wrote this out of boredom. No idea where it's going. Title contest!

I was bored. Summer never gave me many options, as I was a nerdy klutz, not at all good at making friends. On the off chance that anyone would come up to me in my new town and say "Hi, my name is ____", They would chatter about the school and how they would show me around. When I could fit it in I would say "Hi, I'm Alice Rosante" When that was the only reply, they would walk away and gossip about me. It didn't matter. Dad always said "Whatever opinion other people have of you doesn't matter, Alice. It's your opinion that matters." But he's gone, and I have nothing to do about it. After Dad died, Mom and I moved around for ages. Now we live in Eagle River, Wisconsin. I sighed. I was sitting on my new back porch by the lake, trying to draw it. It was odd, but I could only draw eyes. Wierd. Only one eye, never two. I was a strange fish to everyone but my father. We were two peas in a pod, two eyes on a face, two voices in a conversation. That was always the way it had been.




Chapter Two

I laid on my sky colored bed, in my sky colored room, looking out my window at the sky colored sky. I loved the sky, every single thing about it. It was something you couldn't draw, not with every piece of paper, not with every crayon, colored pencil, paint, or marker. No matter what. Then it reminded me: Dad had given me a note before he died, and I didn't get what it meant.



Alice,

I know that we always star-watch, or sky watch in the day time,
so I want you to do me this one favor. Watch every day and night with your telescope, and you will know. 'Why?' is the question you always ask, and soon you will get it all. I promise.

Love,

Daddy-O



I guessed that he was not going to tell me through this note, so he was going to find another way. I was positive about that. I pulled my telescope out of its box, and looked out. The sun had begun to set as I read my note over and over, and it was almost night. Mom was at work and wouldn't be coming home anytime soon, so she left money for pizza. The telescope could wait. I skidded across the newly waxed floor and ran to the tiny shelf on which we kept phone books. I dialed the number for Clark's Pizza. Soon I was munching on tasty anchovy pizza, another weird thing.

Soon Mom came home and joined me. "How was work?" I asked. "Pretty good. The antique sales at the store are really awesome! Which reminds me, I got you a present" she said. She looks nothing like me, except for her eyes. Bright green, like a lizard. Mine is a messy dark blond and super curly, while her's is black as a forest at night. Mom is beautiful, and I really wish I looked like her. I never will.





Chapter Three

Mom took me over to a box that was about the size of a small book, but a fat one. For a minute I thought it was a book. Then I saw it was wrapped in sky paper. I ripped off the paper a smiled. It was like a music box, but you couldn't open it.

It was honey colored wood, and in a little window there was a drawing of the sun sinking below clouds. Beneith that was a line from the song Tomorrow from the musical Annie,

Tomorrow, tomorrow,

I love you, tomorrow,

You're always a day away!

"Oh Mom, I love it!" I cried as I hugged her. "I knew you would," She said, laughing, "Remember when your father took you to the show?" I nodded and ran upstairs to put it in my room, right by my telescope. As I looked at the sky, it all seemed clear.

Dad knew, as I had a stubborn belief in procrastination, that I would not look out until nighttime. He wanted me to break that habit and look during the day. I promised myself to look very first thing when I woke up. Or at least after breakfast. 'No. Before breakfast. No matter what. DON'T FORGET!', I thought to myself. I wrote about it on my billboard with highlighter so I would see first thing in the morning.

Screaming at the Sky:

BOOOOOORED. I've done nothing for soooo long... I think I may explode *Blows up* K, bye.