I'm am starting to think that Monday the 13th is the worst of all possible days to start a week on. This February has been an utter and total disappointment. Which is a wonder why no one talks about this month, and it is forgotten. Nothing eventful happens in this month, and It ought to be excluded from the calendar altogether. 

As for my week. I had the worst most terrible week I've had in a while. I was bombarded by homework. Homework never-ending. It seems that even a team of myself could never complete the projects which are put forth in front of me. I sit and I wait for it to all just fade away, and not bother my anymore, but it just piles and piles and piles. When you can't see over the piles anymore, then that's when you get concerned. English class in particular has been playing a terrible tool on my life. Research paper's on the day I was born are little more than an attempt at having my fingers type something meaningful, but in fact it's created a monstrosity of three pages which I would rather say I hadn't written at all. Then other work accumulates to a monster of reading textbooks, and shamefully an 114point chemistry assignment on balancing chemical reactions. I care very little about chemistry. 

Though my work is not done, and it is still accumulating. I will all optimistically as possible attempt to complete my homework, but who really knows what will happen. 
I wrote more poems too. I sort of fell into a poetry mode, and think I'm very good, but the truth is probably more like I'm like every other poet who thinks he's something, but is in fact terrible. Nonetheless, I shall post them for all 1 on my current readers.

February Is Snow

Then there was loathing
Loathing for love
And Loathing for life
Then there was snow
And all was washed clean
And my heart sank like a snowflake
Tired we live and tired we die
The cold of the snow
Hope of a spring is far faded
Here we shall stay in the cold
The Cold of the bright blinds the mind
How can I see, How can I feel
What shall I feel when nothing is sweet
The sweetness of spring...
Like the touch of a newborn blossom
The blossom that blooms
That reminds me of life and of love
The color that is felt in the air

Summer Nights

The summer sun itches in the day
When the night is falling 
Then the air is warm and crisp
The air is sweet and loving
Breathe deeply in, and slowly out
The sun is setting
As the world is turning into perfect dark
The colors merge, 
As crickets chirp 
Then colors bleed to darkness
There is the beauty of infinity
A place unknown, unseen,
Light far reaching touching all
The sounds of night are wonders,
Like the beauty of the skies.
Here we rest in peaceful bliss of night
Where life feels safe and calm.