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this is my third entry in like ten minutes. i realize. thank you. i am extremely bored, and tired... and can't take a nap. so here is what i do. alisha and i are performing in a talent show this weekend. yes we are. our talent you want to know? eating bacon. thus, this poem felt appropriate. Into the Frying Pan by Alisha Heavilon Dancing ribbons of bacon jump into the skillet, sizzling with excitement on the hot metal. The sinuous edges curl and wriggle in the heat, cavorting to the tune the grease sings as it tosses tiny droplets of itself in the air like party favors. It comes dressed in a suit striped red and white, but the fat exchanges its opacity for something a little more translucent and off-the-shoulder. Aromatic fingers reach to caress all surroundings and leave an evocative reminder that lasts the rest of the day. Crispy, crunchy, brittle bacon. Merry Christmas, little taste buds. That's some kind of beautiful. and i say: hip hip hooray, let's hear it for tasty.

well. we had our first soccer game last night, and it was fun. it was cold, and we totally outplayed the other team (we're not sure, but we think the final score was five to zero). but it was still fun. i look forward to next week's game. so, we just got back from spring break this week and it has been hard to come back to the not so hot weather, and school, and having to get up early and all that jazz. how was spring break you want to know? wonderful. it was great. let's see. we drove all night and got to mobile alabama around seven thirty in the morning, which was six thirty in the morning their time. yeah. so we had nothing to do, and could not board our boat until one thirty, and then it left at four thirty. so... we had a while to wait. we explored mobile for a while, drove around and tried to find a place to eat. then we went to dennys and had breakfast, made some friends, charged jackie's cell phone in their outlet, and then we drove to a parking lot at a la quin...