How Strange are Dreams

One of the worse things about not getting to take my summer classes (yeah, lost the fight) is that I have all this time with absolutely nothing to do with myself. I've yet to make it through a full day and already I've watched hours of sci-fi (bushwhacked left me disturbed for life), two movies, and read quite a chunk of my book. Finishing this, I decided to browse through the home library of books that haven't been touched in ages. There I found a book entitled Very Bad Poetry which is composed of --you guessed it, very bad poetry.
Now I know that the poems you normally find in one's blog are meant to be inspirational or at least to express some sort of emotion. Let me assure you that these authors are also quite serious about their work. The works do indeed move the reader emotionally...usually to laughter, but moving nonetheless. So, with nothing more to say, I give you example one of a very bad poem by the 19th century poet J. Gordon Coogler. Enjoy.

from How Strange are Dreams!

How strange are dreams! I dreamed the other night
A dream that made me tremble,
Not with fear, but with a kind of strange reality;
My supper, though late, consisted of no cheese.

Fight with Reality

I've formulated a plan to graduate high school early. At first I thought I'd just have to take a couple of summer classes--easy enough. It turns out that just to get into these classes my high school counselor (who I can't get an appointment with to save my life) has to sign off on it. What's more is that the classes will last 2 1/2 months as opposed to the preconceived 6 weeks, and I need special permission from my teachers to allow me to take tests online. All of this in addition to the summer assignments for next year's high school classes. To make everything a tad more difficult, my plan to pay for these classes didn't work out as I had hoped.
Registration is on Wednesday. And of course, very few seem to care whether I succeed or not.
I've been so frustrated with all of this that I had decided to just give up on the early graduation. So much work for a plan that will inevitably fail. But then, all dreams are fights against reality aren’t they? The struggle against what is sure to be. To give up would be to lose the fight.
I won't give in so easily. I'll fight no matter how small and silly the dreams may seem. I will fight no matter who is on my side. The fight against reality.

Thanks for patience

So I have this friend who is always coming to me for advice, but she never takes it. I love this girl so much, but man, she makes the DUMBEST decisions. The answers are so obvious to me, but no matter how many times I tell her or in how many different ways, it never makes any difference. She keeps asking for help with the same issues but never listens to the solution.
Makes me appreciate the person who is always giving me the same advice over and over because I wont listen...

My God is Good

Today was hard. In fact, for reasons I've fully yet to understand, it's been a hard year. Through the struggles I've learned this: My own inadequacies on top of all the world's obstacles still cannot surpass Your goodness. You are a God of love...it's been worth the pain to receive that kind of comfort.