Today's homework assignment for literature: write a poem relating an idea or emotion to all five senses and a color. It's not really a hard assignment, but I've been sitting here for the past hour or two thinking of ideas. Not really working out for me. Every time I think to hard, I find myself on twitter or facebook or something of the kind.
I actually used to be really good at poetry, back in sixth grade. During poetry unit, I wrote pretty deep. About human emotions, on love, desire, helplessness, depression. Not what the typical sixth grader wrote about. I had 6's on all of those poems, and got called up to my teacher, because she was worried about me, asking if everything I wrote about related to me.
I can't say my poetical ability has developed since. Kind of in a rut here. I suppose if I'm not feeling it, I can't write about it. Maybe that's it.
Tomorrow is the start of October. Time is going fast. Actually, I take that back. I'm just wasting too much time. I can't even finish my goshdarn poem without blogging first. Now back to work.
I need a haircut.