the rings on Saturn

The prints on my hands wind around like the rings of saturn
and when I found out the earth didn't have rings, I said explain this.
we go in endless circles in hopes that the next turn will be more enjoyable
this last rotation didn't feel right and like the speed dating in college you want to just settle down
take a breather and press on
The rings tight on people's fingers committing themselves to another set of turns
and the more turns I take the sicker I get.
The nausea is setting in and when I roll off the bed in the morning
I look at the ceiling that circles my head until it's still.
we're turning guys we're turning and when you think about that corner
you prepare for a refresher
the restart on your phone
the blank page in your journal
this new year calendar
and the new house you're supposed to call home
the vultures in the sky hoover around a helpless mammal
and the sharks around a sinking boat
the circles capture us
the life, the death, and nearly everything in between
so please, explain to me how the earth doesn't have rings.

What happened to Abby

What happened to Abby Doodle Stroodle Noodle

Or the freckle on her nose that she always wanted to hide and

Where did the pickle green polo shirts go that were buttoned up to the top and her straight across bangs

What took the silence from her heart and put the tears in her eyes

What happened to the hoop earrings and bright eye shadow that made her feel mature

The ipod nanos, the Pokémon cards, her Gameboy and her dear tamagotchis

The animal crackers, Blues Clues, her bunnies, and the legos only boys played

The Razor scooter she got for her birthday and the crocs she wore out to dinner.

Oh and what about the Webkinz and Stardoll

She was confident in her skin

She was independent

She was competitive about everything

She was opinionated

She was feisty

And She was happy

They all disappeared because dad always said to grow up and kids told her that wasn’t cool.  The boy called her fat, the girl called her ugly and the teacher called her dumb.

She decided she should probably replace those things with burgundy lipstick, diamond earrings and fake eyelashes.

She is quiet

She is a ‘whatever you want’ person

She is sad

She is lonely

And she is ok

Her nanos were upgraded to the ipod touch and the Pokémon cards were burned.

The Webkinz account has been deactivated and her Gameboy has been put out of order

The Blues Clues doesn’t play anymore and the scooter is who knows where.

Well I don’t care anymore anyways.

Paper Towns

I read the Paper Towns book by John Green.  I picked it out because I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Fault in Our Stars, also by John Green.  If you stop reading this right now, I get it.  Some people really hate that book.  But this book was not similar to The Fault in Our Stars.  Sure there is a boy and a girl, but nothing about dying or anything to make you cry.

The girl, Margo, disappears and 90% of the book is Quentin (the boy) trying to figure out where she had gone.  That being said.  I didn't like this book.  I felt like it just kept dragging on and on.  Very quickly I had lost interest to the point where I had to force myself to finish it.
I say you should probably only read this book if you can bear through pages and pages of nothing happening.  I'm not that type of person. But besides the long period of Quentin figuring things out, overall the story line was ok given there wasn't much to it.