Lots of markers
Came
Came in packing peanuts
Wednesday morning.

Lots of markers
Some Sketch
Some Ciao
A glitter pen
Wednesday morning.

There was a pen
A really thin pen
A 0.03 pen
And some paper
But mostly packing peanuts
And lots of markers
Wednesday morning.

Roxi plays
Plays in the packing peanuts
They're not cornstarch
Those packing peanuts
The ones that came
On Wednesday morning.

They crackle,
crackle,
crackle,
crackle
Like fire
That crackles
Those packing peanuts
that came
Wednesday morning.

But they're not what I wanted
A box of packing peanuts,
I wanted the markers
They color so fun
And the pen
It glitters
And it came
On Wednesday morning.

Hooray for markers
for glitter pens
for paper
for fineliners
for packing peanuts
That come
on
Wednesday morning.

There's my poem for English! That I just wrote



right now.

'Cept it's not. But that's okay.

In short, I got what was described in the poem
On Wednesday morning.

It's my dad's birthday tomorrow. I made him a card. Today. It's half assed, but I got to use my new markers. I love the card. It's awesome! And acidic.

I was sick Tuesday night, kind of Wednesday morning, but I had to go to school, so I went late. Wednesday night, and Thursday not the night. It sucked. I swear I was at like 103º. But I got better. Being sick sucked, because except on Thursday, I was too sick to enjoy the excessive amount of TV and sleep.

That's it.