I am not colorful today☹. It makes me sad. I got the blues but I don’t feel blue I don’t feel like I have any type of color on me at all. I am so blah, not full of any glitter or sparks or color not even wood shavings! There’s this song we are singing in coir and its called “Little Saint Nick” I was thinking what an odd name he is so not little. Hehe.
I wish color and glitter were inside me today. I like it when there’s a light to lead me out of this dark mine where I start my day. Speaking of mines we went on a field trip today to a mine museum for science.
Déjà vu. I had a case of it today, this girl that sits behind me on the bus was turning around and looking at me. Déjà vu. I had a vision that was going to happen. I have a lot of déjà vu. My friend says since I dyed my hair I could get cancer, I highly doubt that.
I think I may dye my hair again, after a while.
It might make me more colorful but then again my hair won’t change anything but its self. I think this color problem is only going to last for a while its happened before.
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listen to paint it black by the rolling stones....your mood reminds me of that tune. good cheer, papa
I have those days also.
hello my beautiful, sparkly girl.
how are you? Are you feeling better yet? Yeah, I've been feeling kind of blah all week too. Well, we'll have to cheer each other up on Saturday. You're going to be at the St Nicholas Day thing, right?
hugs. see you soon!
Hi Hannah:
My friend Tamara typed out:
The Many Colours of Dr.Suess.
Maybe you know it already...
I'm feeling a bit 'green' today...cool and quiet like a fish.
;) I think I'm having a sleepover at your house tonight. Your mama and I are going to set up for the festivities tommorrow, so see you soon.
Here's the poem:
Some days are yellow.
Some days are blue.
On different days I'm different too.
You'd be surprised how many ways
I change on different colored days.
On bright red days
how good it feels
to be a horse
and kick my heels!
On other days I'm other things.
On bright blue days
I flap my wings.
Some days, of course,
feel sort of brown.
Then I feel slow
and low, low down.
Then comes a yellow day.
And,
Wheeeeeeeeeeee
I'm a busy, buzzy bee.
Gray day..
Everything is gray.
I watch.
But nothing moves today.
Then
all of a sudden
I'm a circus seal!
On my orange days
that's how I feel.
Green days.
Deep deep in the sea.
Cool and quiet fish.
That's me.
On purple days
I'm sad.
I groan.
I drag my tail.
I walk alone.
But when my days
are happy
Pink
it's great to jump
and just not think.
Then come my Black days.
Mad.
And LOUD.
I howl.
I growl at every cloud.
Then comes a mixed up day.
And wham!
I don't know who
or what
I am!
But it all
turns out all right,
you see.
And I go back
to being...
Me.
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