that will do nicely.
wonderful weekend. involved many good things. hike was awesome, sleep was had. all things that occured today were extremely happy. chineese food with james's family at the end of the day. then cleaning my room, soon to sleep. very full and emotionally restorative.
I'm so ready to go back to school... waiting, waiting to hear back from umass. i love my parents. I really do.... but the whole living at home thing is starting to get old real damn quick. ::insert rant::
Spending time with james is so good. we tend to mesh really well--enjoy the same types of things in similar ways. is a happy thing.
Last but certainly not least, Henrietta's poetic debut:
(some of you may have had the pleasure of meeting Henrietta... she is the sock/armwarmer/sleeve puppet that lives on/in my right hand. she, like many people/sock puppets, has assorted personalities reflected in her clothing. when the muse decended on her earlier this afternoon, she was wearing my black mesh armwarmer.)
Some angry days
By, Henrietta
On some angry days,
I put on my angry boots
And my angry trench coat
And go for an angry walk
Around the streets
Of this angry world.
On other angry days,
I sit in my angry room
And look out my angry window
And write angry poetry
Full of angry metaphors
In my angry sketchbook.
On some angry nights
I go to an angry club,
Let down my angry hair
And dance(!)
To angry music
In an *angry* way.
Some people question my angry outlook
And say I should forego my angry black
And draw cheerful things
Like rainbows and bunnies
But I tell them they do not understand
Alas, Noone understands...
So I retreat to my angry room
And draw angry rainbows
and angry bunnies
In my angry sketchbook
Just to spite them
In an angry way.
I'm so ready to go back to school... waiting, waiting to hear back from umass. i love my parents. I really do.... but the whole living at home thing is starting to get old real damn quick. ::insert rant::
Spending time with james is so good. we tend to mesh really well--enjoy the same types of things in similar ways. is a happy thing.
Last but certainly not least, Henrietta's poetic debut:
(some of you may have had the pleasure of meeting Henrietta... she is the sock/armwarmer/sleeve puppet that lives on/in my right hand. she, like many people/sock puppets, has assorted personalities reflected in her clothing. when the muse decended on her earlier this afternoon, she was wearing my black mesh armwarmer.)
Some angry days
By, Henrietta
On some angry days,
I put on my angry boots
And my angry trench coat
And go for an angry walk
Around the streets
Of this angry world.
On other angry days,
I sit in my angry room
And look out my angry window
And write angry poetry
Full of angry metaphors
In my angry sketchbook.
On some angry nights
I go to an angry club,
Let down my angry hair
And dance(!)
To angry music
In an *angry* way.
Some people question my angry outlook
And say I should forego my angry black
And draw cheerful things
Like rainbows and bunnies
But I tell them they do not understand
Alas, Noone understands...
So I retreat to my angry room
And draw angry rainbows
and angry bunnies
In my angry sketchbook
Just to spite them
In an angry way.