WhEn PuSh CoMeS tO sHoVe
Eh... I know I just updated. But eh..... Question... how many windows does one person need open? Answer: I have 3 firefox (lets just say 10 tabs total between the 3, prolly more cause #2 has tons, but this on #3), 4 excel, 13 Word, 4 notepad, Windows Media Player and then 2 Folders. Really?
I would close Excel, but see, what if I need to punch in some quick formula, or I see a car I could maybe afford and need to find the payment! THEN WHAT WILL I DO! And Firefox, well it just takes SOOOO long to load everything on dial-up, and I don't want to load them all up again if I remember I wanted to look at something. And then Word, seriously. The urge might strike me to write in my CSI fanfic, or I could need to change something in my speeches and then I would have to go and find them ALL OVER AGAIN. Yes, my computer is as organized as ever but that is not the point! And notepad, I just don't want to have to save the stuff, but I don't want to lose it. And the folders, eh... what can I do? And WMP, what can I say? I lurvs Rascal Flatts. ^_^
But really? I know I don't NEED that many, but what if? Huh? WHAT IF!!! It is not like it is just open for no reason, there is a reason behind each one. It is just that.... I know I am probably not going to do anything, but what if? Yes, this is the battle raging in my mind, what if I close Document 7 or CSI4. WHAT IF!
On a side note, I wrote a new poem. SO HERE YOU GO!! Enjoy and comment. You know I love it when you decorate my entries with your pretty words. ^_^ Now I'll just go and debate what I want to write for the next 10 minutes until I give up and just leave everything open still and do nothing.
How unexpected
Like Snow in Spring.
How whirlwind
Crashing speaking what
I mean. How flooding and
Burning and ripping down
The Pain.
How eventful, you seek when
I stay. How amazing and wonderful
And happy-go lucky! How the sky
Roars; how the roses shred.
Oh rose, oh red rose. Bright and
Beautiful, blooming by day and
Tender by night. Oh red rose, how
The world envies thee, a thing of
Beauty.
How simple like a tree. How growing
And breathing and nurturing
Everything. How perfectly blue and vividly
Green. How watery and rainy and dreary
To dream. How reality bows to the dream.
A dream, a dream. Oh what a dream. A dream,
Is a dream,
Is a dream,
Is a dream is the life and blood
The magic that weaves and the air we breathe.
A dream.
How gracious, twirling and spinning,
Jumping and laughing. How memorable
Is the mocking bird that refuses to sing? How
Loving is the flood and angry is the
Rain. How beauty rings. How snow wishes away.
The snow, oh snow, dear, dear snow. White and
Clean – pure. Simple and bright, reflecting every
Thing. Wonderment and merriment sheathed in white.
Undisturbed and infallible. How unexpected
Like
Snow in
Spring.
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