89 Degrees<3

Sometimes, the sweltering heat is a good thing, making the things we love exponentially better. Like ice cream, or fro-yo (<3). Other times, it's a sign of a bad day. Unfortunately for me, today's inflated temperatures resulted in the latter of these two choices.

As you may know, I generally like to write (all thanks to Mr. Sean Formato). But seriously, three hours of writing poetry from a line of hieroglyphs is not something I would typically categorize as fun. Both poetry and hieroglyphs are fun, but when combined, it proves to be a deadly mix.

I wish I had my strip of hieroglyphics, but I don't remember where I put it. So, instead, I'll humor you with my awful awful poem that resulted from today's assignment.

He's all glum with a cloud overhead,
unable to distinguish between a mitten
and a boot.
It's two, then three, then one
then three again.
And now he's starting to grumble,
but the cranes and groundhogs won't stop.
His mind's ablaze
and the grasses are drying.
And there's nothing he can do.
Nothing as the hawk sweeps in
with an ear of corn and a hairdryer
hanging from its talons.
And then he's done.

It makes no sense. But hey, I guess it could be worse. I know there was a girl who wrote about a blind man with one eye with no pupil, and another girl who described a narwhal swimming in the sky....

Oh shit, I have to do my 2D design homework. I'll post more about my trip to the Met later.

Sorry guys!
Cody