Some Kinda Love

So there was a huge spike in pageviews today, and I thought I'd say so,

Sort of an ego-booster, ego-trip kind of thing.

57 pageviews today.

Holy cow, right?

And all at once.

Like "BAM! People are looking at this blog!"

It's cool, I guess, I like it.

End of self-proclaimed ego-trip.

Now for a more subtle one.

This week is going to be bad.

Bad, horrible, gross, disgusting.

"Disgrossting" is you like.

(Read: Dis-gross-ting.)

I'm already what seems like weeks behind,

And it's only MONDAY.

Schnikes!

Is that you spell that?

Or is it like "Schnikies"

Ahh, just googled it.

Proper spelling: "Schnikes"

Google also gave me: "Holy Schnitzel Staten Island"

What makes this schnitzel holy, I will never know.

But so be it.

But yes, MONDAY.

And I'm already out three tests and a very important set of notes.

I'm also sort of screwing myself over right now, by not researching for that silly history essay.

Due Friday.

You think I've started it?

IF I hadn't been sick all weekend and today,

The damn thing would be written, MLA'd, and paperclipped like nobody's business.

But hey, random viruses and diseases cam e calling and knocked me out of a perfectly promising weekend.

I am sooo behind that I've already begun my weekend to-do list.

RAD.

That was also a weekend sans poetry,

Which saddens me.

I have to make some headway on my submission for the Kenyon Review contest and another one.

And then onto round two of contests.

Again,

Schnikes!

In case you don't know what I'm exclaiming by saying that,

It's basically a catchphrase from the movie "Tommy Boy",

Specifically, it's used like this: "Holy Schnikes!"

It's a pop culture thing, you know?

At least, I think it is...

But poetry-wise,

I'm realizing how much I love all of this literary stuff.

ALL of it.

And I am itching to work with Whitman's poems,

And meter and everything.

Poetry makes me happy.

But I feel kinda like a pest, because I'm always talking (pretty incessantly) to one of my teachers about all this poetry jazz,

I hope he doesn't mind.

He seems pretty cool with it.

But I still worry.

I don't know why I am even typing any of this.

This entire post is nonsense.

You can have it anyway.

Adieu and goodnight!