My dad's playing random music that's actually throbbing in beat with my head. Well it's probably the other way around, but either way - ouch. It's been awhile since I've had to wake up and delete my texts without looking at them. I don't miss it. I think I'm getting to old for 'barmageddon.' *sigh* I wish I'd gone to bed when I got home, not stayed up 'til 3:30, only to get woken up by a text from my friends boyfriend at 7:30-ish. (Thanks, Wess.)

Best part of Thanksgiving - getting to make fun innuendos about pie. Yes, I'm that immature.

No, I'm not ready for a big, bad step in that direction.

It's incredibly disorienting when you realize you don't actually like someone's personality, you just like their habits. (Yes, I know it's a thin line, but they really are different things.)

seemed class appropriate: Xaphoon Jones

Love: Chiddy Bang - Kids (ft. MGMT)

And, I never should've stopped listening to Tegan and Sara.

I'm so extremely frustrated right now. And stressed. I grind my teeth in my sleep, which combined with my habit of clenching my jaw, is really starting to make them hurt. Too bad that when I get stressed, my first reaction is to panic and do nothing.

Edit: I'm in a much better mood - I just realized that the season finally of Project Runway is tonight!

Portrait of a Lady - T.S. Eliot
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
“And so you are going abroad; and when do you return?
But that’s a useless question.
You hardly know when you are coming back,
You will find so much to learn.”
My smile falls heavily among the bric-à-brac.

“Perhaps you can write to me.”
My self-possession flares up for a second;
This is as I had reckoned.
“I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!)
Why we have not developed into friends.”
I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his expression in a glass.
My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark.

“For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely! I myself can hardly understand.
We must leave it now to fate.
You will write, at any rate.
Perhaps it is not too late.
I shall sit here, serving tea to friends.”

And I must borrow every changing shape
To find expression … dance, dance
Like a dancing bear,
Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance—

Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,
Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand
With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
Doubtful, for a while
Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon…
Would she not have the advantage, after all?
This music is successful with a “dying fall”
Now that we talk of dying—
And should I have the right to smile?

Want.

I could write a boring critical paper, but I'd hate every second of writing it which would make reading it even more miserable. So that just leaves me with a creative piece. (That was my attempt at deductive reasoning.)

That still leaves a wide range of choices, but since I'm incapable of finishing a fictional story, and I'm kind of over creative non-fiction - my finally choice is poetry. How, exactly, I'm going to work that into the class work we've done, I've yet to figure out. I'll probably focus on why/how the author choose which poems get published together, and come up with my own theme for my selection.

It's like they write about my life....

I'm such a good little consumer. But seriously, I loooove these shoes:



Plus, I only let myself buy one pair and I put the *on sale* Michael Kors shoes back.

*sigh* I really can't afford myself.

Happy Guy Fawkes Day.

The following links talk about Joey Comeau's book Overqualified and a bit about cover letters.

la times blogs

Quill and Quire

eye weekly

And, of course, the book on Amazon.

Also, kind of want these to write with.

Places I would kill to live in:

Reversible Destiny

Poseidon

water tower, chapel, barn

cabin

'silhouette materpiece theatre' (hilarious.)

I love Graffiti.

And, some creepy/fun, art.

OMG! The 50 Greatest Simpsons Movie References (awesome.)

More fun things...

Recycled cassette tape necktie makes me wish I was a boy. Or that I wore ties.

Kind of want to make one of these.

Seriously?? Blood Caffeinated Energy Potion

For everyone freaking out about the swine flu, Maddox will set you straight.

If I had the HIV, I’d sleep with it every night.

They even have the swine flu.

Cheesy, but I still kind of like it.

This amuses me. I need to work up some courage to get the tattoo I want.

I debated for a long time what I wanted to do for this assignments. It was tempting to tear apart some Dickens or Whitman, but instead I ended up doing some poetry. (It was pretty much a done deal when I found a poem written by Bukowski about my old poetry Prof. Diane Wakoski. Love.)

The first poem I used was ‘a sickness?’ by Bukowski. Of course at least one of the poems had to be written by him. I love this one because I understand where he’s coming from. I’m accused all the time of romanticizing things that I probably shouldn’t. (Like I said in the assignment, my ‘about me’ on Facebook is taken directly from this poem.) While his list of people isn’t exactly the same as the ones I would pick, it’s close enough to have me beyond jealous that he wrote it first. (And better than I ever could, but I try to ignore that.)

The second poem I used was ‘Red Bandana’ by Wakoski. This one was a little harder for me to pick, but I love the imagery she uses in it, and the ties to the old west. It’s a little (a lot) different reading the poems of someone you know who’s been published. After having her rip apart my poems in class, I can’t help but look at the poem how I think she would. I look for the trope, and make sure all the references are tied together. (Of course they are.) I think the neatest thing about her poetry is the way she’s able to create so much emotion through her images, instead of simply spelling it out for the reader. After taking her class, I definitely look at poems in a different way than I used to.

Last was Bukowski’s poem to Wakoski, titled ‘to a lady of posey’ from 'What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire.' Not only do I like the poem, but it gives me an odd feeling of closeness to Bukowski because he’s written about someone I actually know. Since, like Bukowski, I’m a bit of a ‘hero worshiper’ this is pretty fucking awesome. (They actually both have the same publisher...) I just wish I’d gotten to see the look on Wakoski’s face when she read it (in her turtleneck sweater with her big round, Harry Potter glasses....)

Your dating personality profile: Intellectual - You consider your mind amongst your assets. Learning is not a chore but a constant search after wisdom and knowledge. You value education and rationality. Funny - You laugh often. People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor. You don't take yourself too seriously. Adventurous - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you. You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.

Your Top Ten Traits 1. Intellectual 2. Funny 3. Adventurous 4. Practical 5. Big-Hearted 6. Liberal 7. Wealthy/Ambitious 8. Traditional 9. Outgoing 10. Sensual

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