little black book

in grade eight we had these notebooks where we had to write down characteristics of people, places, or things that struck us. or names of people, or anything like that. the random stuff that is never good in most writing by 'kids' and amazing in little kids' work and sometimes perfect in big kids(adults) work. i never completely grasped the concept. well, i thought i had at the time. but now looking back, it was pathetic and i tried so hard! but thats besides the point. the point is that today, the best revelation of the day, break-through, whatever you want to call it was that i finally mastered the concept of: little notebook.
i got off the bus and my mom goes,
"o, you need to go home dont you. whoops. i forgot the umbrella and you dont have a rainjacket."
then i got swept up by a chariot of angels and drove the way home with a kind soul and two.
so then here's where my little notebook comes in.
so we're driving home through the pouring rain and,
"o no, i was going to do something, now i forget!...........o ya!!!" - and on go the windshield wipers. -

love,
ALL SUMMED UP

deja vu of deja vu! no, actually!

ps. i read this in my geography textbook and the way it was written, all blunt like, disturbed me.:
When molten rock reaches the surface of the earth, volcanoes are formed. These incredible features are among the most dangerous places on the earth, yet people seem to love to live near them. All around the Ring of Fire and across the world people have populated the slpes of volcanoes. When Mount Vesuvius erupted in the year 79, the people of the city of Pompeii were instantly killed by the poisonous gases and coated with the ash that rained down on them. Their bodies rotted away and left cavities in the petrified ash. Plaster of Paris was injected into the ashen moulds to form life-like statues of the volcano's victims.