(no subject)
so this might seem like a strange post.. but did you ever have a couple days of people cutting you a break? like.. lately my life has been shit on top of shit.. and yesterday i go to my english class only to realize i had a paper due and i didn't even fucking realize it. i forgot. i thought i had a couple of weeks.
wrong.
and my prof was all.. you know, if you get it to me by tomorrow or wednesday i won't deduct any points. what? does that happen to ANYONE ELSE? im trying to figure out what i did karmically to deserve that break.
and today.. i got sick. SUPER SICK. like i had to run home from RACC to try to not puke..or whatever other bodily crap. like i was pretty sure i was going to die. and i skipped spanish to do it. and then passed out til 7 or something. missing spanish.. anthro..and the goggleworks (which i missed thursday to see dennis) and spanish didn't worry me. but anthro did. over 3 absences and my grade goes down. and this would be number 3. and whatdya know? i check my email and here it was cancelled..
i want to get down on my knees and kiss jesus's feet or something.
on the not so bright side.. i still feel sick as a dog. and i have my ballroom dancing midterm tomorrow.. and then work. and im nervous as fuck.
i think im going to post my poem i wrote for my english paper and you guys can tell me what you think. its not by best but we had to imitate one we read (in form only.. not the subject..)
"Sudden Journey"
Tess Gallagher - 1984
Maybe I'm seven in the open field--
the straw-grass so high
only the top of my head makes a curve
of brown in the yellow. Rain then.
First a little. A few drops on my
wrist, the right wrist. More rain.
My shoulders, my chin. Until I'm looking up
to let my eyes take the bliss.
I open my face. Let the teeth show. I
pull my shirt down past the collar-bones.
I'm still a boy under my breast spots.
I can drink anywhere. The rain. My
skin shattering. Up suddenly, needing
to gulp, turning with my tongue, my arms out
running, running in the hard, cold plenitude
of all those who reach earth by falling.
my poem...
It had to be New Year’s Eve --
Two hours away from ‘07
and I’m sitting in the dark
in the city, waiting for a bus. He’s late.
I’m afraid. Three years ago
I was a different person. I’d never do this.
That’s the only girl he knows. But I can barely remember
his face. Only a voice.
That voice which promised to be here two hours ago.
A voice which never said good-bye,
It claims it never left
me alone. I’m alone now. Music
playing to relax me. He’s not coming.
He’s not coming. He’s turned around, I’m sure of it.
Sure that I should do the same?
Perhaps this is a journey we shouldn’t have made.
Into our lives again. Into our hearts again.
It’s too late,
the bus is arriving. I hesitate.
Suddenly I’m at the entrance
to the bus. He’s swinging me
around and I’m dizzy.
Dizzy dizzy in the air and in kisses,
Overwhelmed. Into our arms again
right
on time.
wrong.
and my prof was all.. you know, if you get it to me by tomorrow or wednesday i won't deduct any points. what? does that happen to ANYONE ELSE? im trying to figure out what i did karmically to deserve that break.
and today.. i got sick. SUPER SICK. like i had to run home from RACC to try to not puke..or whatever other bodily crap. like i was pretty sure i was going to die. and i skipped spanish to do it. and then passed out til 7 or something. missing spanish.. anthro..and the goggleworks (which i missed thursday to see dennis) and spanish didn't worry me. but anthro did. over 3 absences and my grade goes down. and this would be number 3. and whatdya know? i check my email and here it was cancelled..
i want to get down on my knees and kiss jesus's feet or something.
on the not so bright side.. i still feel sick as a dog. and i have my ballroom dancing midterm tomorrow.. and then work. and im nervous as fuck.
i think im going to post my poem i wrote for my english paper and you guys can tell me what you think. its not by best but we had to imitate one we read (in form only.. not the subject..)
"Sudden Journey"
Tess Gallagher - 1984
Maybe I'm seven in the open field--
the straw-grass so high
only the top of my head makes a curve
of brown in the yellow. Rain then.
First a little. A few drops on my
wrist, the right wrist. More rain.
My shoulders, my chin. Until I'm looking up
to let my eyes take the bliss.
I open my face. Let the teeth show. I
pull my shirt down past the collar-bones.
I'm still a boy under my breast spots.
I can drink anywhere. The rain. My
skin shattering. Up suddenly, needing
to gulp, turning with my tongue, my arms out
running, running in the hard, cold plenitude
of all those who reach earth by falling.
my poem...
It had to be New Year’s Eve --
Two hours away from ‘07
and I’m sitting in the dark
in the city, waiting for a bus. He’s late.
I’m afraid. Three years ago
I was a different person. I’d never do this.
That’s the only girl he knows. But I can barely remember
his face. Only a voice.
That voice which promised to be here two hours ago.
A voice which never said good-bye,
It claims it never left
me alone. I’m alone now. Music
playing to relax me. He’s not coming.
He’s not coming. He’s turned around, I’m sure of it.
Sure that I should do the same?
Perhaps this is a journey we shouldn’t have made.
Into our lives again. Into our hearts again.
It’s too late,
the bus is arriving. I hesitate.
Suddenly I’m at the entrance
to the bus. He’s swinging me
around and I’m dizzy.
Dizzy dizzy in the air and in kisses,
Overwhelmed. Into our arms again
right
on time.