The first day of the rest of my blog.

So.
I've been thinking for a while that I should probably have a blog. And, even more than that, I should probably write frequently in any blog that I adopt. So, here I am.

Today was one of the most tired days of my life. And all for no apparent reason. I was so tired that I actually napped today. You see, I talk a lot about napping, but rarely can I bring myself to seriously sleep in the daytime. I don't know what it is about a nap, but sometimes they can make me so sad.

Luckily that wasn't the case today. I went to sleep, I dreamt a little, and I even woke up. And everything was fine. The world hadn't ended. The sun was still (kind of) shining, and I felt a little less tired.

I wandered around my room in my underwear for a while, and then I wrote a villanelle. A villanelle is a kind of poem. It has a stupid rhyme scheme and is not very fun. I kind of hate my villanelle, and I wish I didn't have to turn it into my creative writing professor tomorrow.

I really love that class, but it has made me realize that I will never be a poet. Nor do I want to be. poetry is so silly.

Anyway, here's my villanelle:

Living is wasted on the Dying

Do not squander your dark days crying,
mortals over-value empty time.
Living is wasted on the dying.

Somber men forget they're gods' playthings,
their tragedies a favorite past time.
Do not squander your dark days crying.

Equal are those who dream of flying.
Upon falling they are past their prime.
Living is wasted on the dying.

Plan not on future hopes whose lying
ladders turn your life into a climb.
Do not squander your dark days crying.

Laugh, instead, at winter, summer, spring.
Rejoice in moments simple, sublime.
Don't waste your living on the dying.

And in times difficult and trying,
find happiness in the muck and grime.
Don't squander your dark days crying,
Living is wasted on the dying.

Needless to say, I will not be reading this aloud in class tomorrow.