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Well, I spent 4.20 alone, hah, but that's OK. I wasn't in a talking mood anyways, haha! (I'm sure some crazy words would have come out). Instead, I amused myself by making sketchy looks with my eyes. That kept me occupied! Amused the hell out of me. Oh, note to self: Remember to blow out match. Yes, my hand had a near-death experience there. Poor thing. It's OK though!
And NO caffeine for Michelle after 4.20 ever again. You were so fucked up! LOL!!! No more nutmeg for you. What are you going to do when you move? hah.
Anyways, I took a walk yesterday to a creek at Willard Park. It was nice, I just sat and listened to the NIN cd Justin made for me. I'm going to go back soon with a camera; it's gorgeous. Yet polluted. sigh.
College fair was fun. Lots of happy colleges. Some really friendly reps too, like the chick from Wilson and Trinity (who recommended me to another college, lol!) and the one from the place in Va with the ponies. (Oh, so specific!). I'm glad I went, it was definitely a great help.
I'm really loving this research paper for english. Yay Sylvia Plath! "Lady Lazarus" is an amazing poem, beautiful, and emotional. Sheridan is awesome. He kept helping me find sources. When I was printing out a poem, he came over to me and asked if I had checked out a series of books, then took me to them. Then later, he plopped 4 books on Plath right infront of me. Great guy. Gotta love the Sher-dog. *wink* He rides the bus! HAHA. No, really. He's the kind of guy I think I could just sit down with and have a good, intelligible conversation.
I love the rain! It's inspiring. Written after seeing a cardinal on a telephone wire.
The Cardinal’s Call
Peacefully perched, balancing
On the high wire of our life,
A line of open communication,
He calls.
His majesty, cloaked in red
And masked in black,
Wings tucked seamlessly by his side
And chin turned to the winds.
He calls. Long followed by
Short, whispering into the winds,
Carried by the swaying branches
Of the willows.
Pleasant and precise, unique
Yet similar; practiced tunes
Of perfection. They carry to
The tuned ears of another,
Eagerly waiting to listen.
And he sits perched,
Waiting,
For someone to respond to his call.