Sea Salt and Pistachio Shells
I really don't have anything to talk about...I watched some of the Oscars last night...up until my Tvo stopped recording it after 3 hours so i missed all the important ones...but that's okay. I kinda feel like having an Oscar movie party...Little Miss Sunshine, The Departed, The Prestige, The Devil Wears Prada...there were a lot...I still need to see The Queen. I did see Last King of Scotland on saturday...it was good...but I didnt know that it wasnt actually about scotland lol.
My portfolio for Cal Poly is done but I still need to get everything mounted and put into a portfolio case to ship...and then there's my one page letter. Hm. Don't know what I'm going to write for that. "Dear Cal Poly, your school is the lowest ranked that I applied to and all the other majors sounded boring so I chose graphic design. Please accept me because you are affordable. xoxoxo miranda" Yeahh. Fun. This process is making me grumpy. Very. Grumpy.
I have to do my IB English oral next week. Totally and completely screwed. I've never spoken for fifteen minutes straight in my life, let alone with only 20 minutes prep time on the prompt....of Hamlet...or Portrait of the Artist...or Bishop. Someone help me. I'm going to fail. Really.
Other than all of these lovely things, I'm happy and life is good. This weekend I'm going to be in training for AVID all day...I'm just hoping that in some point in my life this certification is going to help me make money...that is my sole motivation for doing this...how sad.
I just made my title Sea Salt and Pistacio Shells...I have no idea why...it sort of sounds like it would be a good title of a poem...but I dont have any poems...I rarely do...maybe I'll write a poem right now off the top of my head based on that title...no thinking and no pausing..this is going to be funny...
Sea salt sticks to her eye lashes like scales to a fish
Fish falling from the sky in iridescent waves of light
A storm builds up like the calloused skin of her hands
Twelve hour shifts drop from her eyes with the rain
She finds the remnants of a pistachio shell tucked behind
A picture of lost desire and broken promises
She hides in her wallet, empty except for the phantoms
Of past transactions
OOH the melodramatic. I love it. Hmm now maybe I'll go and find something productive to do...like eating food...or sleeping....or maybe catching up on all the psychology work I've been putting off...nah.