I've always kind of hated it when people posted something about the bouts they watch not living up to their standards. So I'm not going to say that. I liked some of what I saw, but not all of it. Such is life ( Read more... )

Though this is not the first slam event I've been to without competing, there's something about it that feels a bit awkward at the moment. Or perhaps it's just the shyness that I can't help feeling while sober and in such a big crowd of people who know me, who are happy to see me, and who I'm not. quite. sure. who. they. are ( Read more... )

For realsies though. I wonder how many of you know me well enough to know my shoe (or lack thereof) predilection. Despite the cute shoes you see me in when I go out, I prefer no shoes at all. Yes, it makes my feet dirty. But I like to feel the world through my toes.

Perhaps that is why I always wear flip-flops in the rain. Sometimes these mesh/ ( Read more... )

Perhaps it is the comedown. The BNV hangover much resembles the Nationals hangover. All that joy and love and adrenaline in such intense amounts one day, and home and normal and boring the next. Perhaps it is the massive amount of alcohol consumed over a week long period. Alcohol messes with your brain chemistry. Perhaps it is so many other things ( Read more... )

So tomorrow night is the San Jose Grand Slam Finals. And this is the part where I whine and complain because I'm terrified and nervous and really, why do I slam anyway!? kind of crap. I'm already annoyed with myself.

After a completely lackluster performance at Berkeley on Wednesday, after which I made lists about why I did so poorly, including, ( Read more... )

Ladies and Gentlemen, the time to crown a new hero is upon us.

For months we have watched poets grab awe inspiring victories and ego crushing defeats. Now that the dust has settled, now that the casualties have been cleared, 10 poets remain standing to face off in the ultimate showdown known as the San Jose Grand Slam!

That’s right folks, San Jose ( Read more... )

It is a little known fact that PSI truly stands for Please Suck It. For real.

This entry will exemplify why my journal is titled “Random Rants.” Be forewarned.

I am truly heart-sore over the e-mail exchange I’ve had with a couple people at PSI recently. It all started because I asked two things.

1.       The e-mail they sent offered a $25 discount for ( Read more... )

To all the beautiful minds ( Read more... )

I am so busy. (How busy are you?) I am so busy I have no less than 280 lj posts to catch up on.

I know, I know. Why not just skip them and start anew?

Because I'm obsessive. And anal. Obsessively anal.

And I think I might have to be looking for a new teaching position. This district just changed their school start date, and I'm pretty sure it ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when I do not get enough sleep, all is wrong with the world. The traffic sucks a little bit more, my students are more annoying, my kids want to talk to me too much, and life, in general, seems pointless. Oh yes, without sleep, I am a rage of apathy and despondency. And I eat. Everything in sight if at all possible. I suppose it's my ( Read more... )