Creed

The theme of today? Twelve women? Creed, dear god its so bad. Any time anyone says anything SOMEONE responds with a YeeeeAAhhhhh, I swear somehow all the girls in my house, especially KR, were meant to be this mans vocal soul mates.


"I need another RealSimple"
            "YeeeeAAhhhhh"
"I need to poop"
            "YeeeeAAhhhhh"

Another giant leap in the Rockette living, is due to my own personal addiction to Pinterest. It is the most organized and beautiful crafty waste of time that has ever been invented. So far both of my sisters have fallen pray, and five of the girls in my house have fallen prey.  At some point, we realized the value of a picture of us women sitting on our hand-me-down floral couch--pinteresting.
We real cool.

(enjoying RealSimple at opportune moments)

Today, I had to write an object poem for my English class. This class, or any classes right now are not my TOP priority, so naturally I wrote the poem the morning of.  A, a girl in my house provided us with like 20 Real Simple Magazines, and thus we are all taking much longer poo's in the bathroom due to stack of them on the back of the toilet.

THIS is my poem.

Real Simple Magazine

It seems as though, the RealSimple Magazine,

would be
just that.
Simple.
In fact it is not.
It is a rush of cool air, pulsing into my lungs,
with every page
of perfect class.
It is like glue sticks for the perfect art project,
Allowing me the chance load the gun..
It is voice that fills hearts with joy, peace, and crafts.
It connects people like buttons on a sweater,
showing them they are not as different or as
simple
as they seem.
They are beings complex
and classy.
The art of being simple
and elegant
has long been a battle.
RealSimple is the door that opens to the world
of other
simply extraodinary people
all across this
simple
globe.

Five minutes, A+ Poem.
Twelve Girls, A+ Living.