Winter Week! with a side of moral lessons.

So this week is winter week at my high school.

Yes, the time to show school pride and dress like lunatics. Monday was Winter PJ's Day (also known as lazy day) and I wore these pajamas that have flamingos and trailer parks all over them.
Yes.
Oh and there was also some snow on them..not that that really matters. And today is Ugly Sweater Day. My oh My, the sweater is genius. My grandmother made it long ago, well she made two, one for her and a matching one for my grandfather. But me being well...me I decided that it needed some more...spunk.

So what did I do you ask? Light. Christmas flashing lights. Amazing.

But like I said before, this week is to show school pride and spirit. For some that is. For me? well who wouldn't want to dress like a freak and have an excuse for it? "Why are you a freak?" someone could ask, and my response? "Why arn't you one?"

Life is good when you can laugh at yourself. Truly it is. And this week, these weeks you can be insane and have a reason, are good for the soul. "Gotta let loose girl" and "Why be a hater? Life is to short for all that negative energy" are two phrases I tell people a lot. And I truly believe it is true.

Now I shall tell you a bit about my weekend. It was rather...entertaining as well.. so, here we gooooooo!

( flashback ) (<- Well not really..it is more of a story, not line by line..that would take much to long) EXT:Literally in a box with a friend who's name we will call...Larry? So me and Larry were playing sardines (like reverse hide-and-seek) and we were looking for the hiders...then we find this box. Me being me decides I want to see if I can fit in it. And I can. So I ask Larry to join me because I believe he will fit, (I must have been physic or something...) and he did! so we closed the lid and sat..and waited...we have a very good conversation. It was about why the box felt so safe, and the reasons behind it. We agreed that because we knew everything that was in the box (me and Larry) and we trusted each other and the fact the darkness felt safe because light can be scary. Why? Because then you can see the evil. May I remind you that this was well past bed time and we were going insane. We talk for a while then someone comes around still looking for who was hiding. I stared "ohh"ing and he freaked out. It was fun. A memory I will always have. So...it is that time for a poem.
War

The pain struck me;
My body went numb.
Red surrounded me;
I was at war.
I knew that.
The sounds that surrounded me,
the numbing effect of shell shock,
bullets grazed by me.
The smell of metallic, rusty blood,
and gunpowder overwhelmed my overworked nostrils.
“Get down!” I heard before I felt a mortar
hit the ground beside me.
Numbness.
Bodies’ lay everywhere.
The look in their eyes,
Pain
Hurt
Betrayal
I did not want to look,
Not ever again.