So, I finished school, except for a weekly Spanish class. Interesting to think that highschool is slowly slipping away from me....

This is my graduating class of 2008! C'mon, ladies, one month to go...

Upon the Tragice Existence of

Hotel Amenity Soap

Oh little rectangluar

rounded, yet angular

bar.

Your hue, uncertain,

wavers

between a sickened yellow,

and stark white.

Your package plain,

but not without it's pride,

boasts some name or other

at which I am sure I am meant

to be impressed.

And yet, of which,

I have never heard.

You know your certain doom.

That night, or day, or wekk,

(when you are at last called,

from your fellow soaps

to do that thing for which you were made)

will end with your disposal.

This you know,

and yet,

you go on.

Naive soap, what tragedy

your ill-spent life presents.

You perform your duty spotlessly,

and yet,

when all is said and done,

you end.

And as I gaze on your non-descript form

squatting balefully

in a puddle on my bathtub ledge,

I am sorry

for your loss.

Lauren McKinney 2008 

I have a secret valentine!

No, seriously. I went to the mailbox the other day and there was a little package addressed to ME! So I ripped it open in my usual careful manner, and yanked out...a little box of nice chocolate. Well, my Holmes-y side went to work. No return address, no note, no signature. Nothin'. I squeaked a few times and fell to analyzing the handwriting. I guessed Stephanie first, it looked a little like hers. But it wasn't. And, when I called her, it turns out that 4 other girls in my drama group have gotten these anonymous things...the guys all smilingly deny it was them.

Anyhow, whether boy or girl, whether mother or friend, thank you. They tasted great.

Lauren