Breakfast

silently, methodically, and gracefully she opens the cabinet, and searches.
She finds her cereal, grabs a bowl and pours some out into a pristine white bowl.
She opens the fridge to find no milk. and no good substitutes.
Taking a spoon and sitting down in front of the television she watches a cooking show.
Oh the irony.
The cereal is incredibly dry, but she is persistent, and she eats it.

Next she raids the refrigerator, gaining only a almost empty carton of orange juice.
Procuring a glass from the cupboard she opens the carton, and pours a large glass of the juice.
She takes a long gulp of it, which immediately quenches her thirst, only for it to come back with a vengeance a second later.

Indigo

Between blue and violet lies the outcast of the rainbow.

Cool

I used to think cool was a combination of being arrogant, not caring, liking material things, being fashionable, and being able to make people laugh at the flip of a coin.
I was wrong.
Cool, well to put it incredibly simply, doesn't exist. doesn't matter.
Whenever I see one of those "how to be popular" books, I laugh at it. I smirk at it. I think of how wrong it is.
Cool isn't important
the ability to be happy yourself and make those around you happy is exceedingly.
And that is something I strive for.

Chipped Nail Polish

I wear it as a trophy

Ode to Chem

Oh Chemistry.
How I love you.
How you fascinate me.
How you perplex me.
If only you knew that.
Maybe then you would take mercy on me.
Maybe then you wouldn't give as much homework.
Maybe then I wouldn't have to study for your tests.
Oh Chemistry.