My poor mum is dead. The plant kind of mum.
Last Nite,
I went to a poetry reading in the basement of the University Library. As I arrived, I walked up to the book selling booth to get a copy. I found the woman who sold me the book kinda off-putting, I don't even know why. It might've just been because I was incredibly hungry. But, I was ruder than usual to her. Then, I went in and sat down. Terry Kirts introduced Cynie Cory, the poet, and the woman who I had bought the book from went up there and started reading. I was rude to an authoress right before her own reading! I felt like a putz. Anyway, her work was interesting. She talked a lot about icebergs and winter, which I enjoyed. I ran into Matt there, and we talked about the poetry reading we're going to tonight. We don't really know what we're doing, but he has some big scheme for the two of us and our friend Caesar to create some kind of poem/performance art piece to do at the reading tonight. I have no idea what he has in mind. But, the reading is at the United States of Mind, which has an open poetry reading every friday night. If anyone wants to know more about it, I'll be happy to inform them.
My New Club
is the Last Words Club. We don't have membership cards yet. But, when we do, our final words are going to be printed on the cards. That way, if we die when no one was around to hear us say them, everyone will know what our last words were, anyway. My last words are succinct and minimalist: "Later, y'all." Megan's last words are: "Get this burning wombat off of me!" Anyway, if you want to join our club, let me know. We will have cards soon.
"The Beekeeper"
The new Tori Amos album came out on tuesday. I didn't get it until yesterday. It rocks ass.
Okay, back to homework. Love you all.
And my mum died. Or is dying. I can't tell, it was my first plant. I've loved it and cared for it for about a year now. It was a tough little mum, but I guess everything dies.
I went to a poetry reading in the basement of the University Library. As I arrived, I walked up to the book selling booth to get a copy. I found the woman who sold me the book kinda off-putting, I don't even know why. It might've just been because I was incredibly hungry. But, I was ruder than usual to her. Then, I went in and sat down. Terry Kirts introduced Cynie Cory, the poet, and the woman who I had bought the book from went up there and started reading. I was rude to an authoress right before her own reading! I felt like a putz. Anyway, her work was interesting. She talked a lot about icebergs and winter, which I enjoyed. I ran into Matt there, and we talked about the poetry reading we're going to tonight. We don't really know what we're doing, but he has some big scheme for the two of us and our friend Caesar to create some kind of poem/performance art piece to do at the reading tonight. I have no idea what he has in mind. But, the reading is at the United States of Mind, which has an open poetry reading every friday night. If anyone wants to know more about it, I'll be happy to inform them.
My New Club
is the Last Words Club. We don't have membership cards yet. But, when we do, our final words are going to be printed on the cards. That way, if we die when no one was around to hear us say them, everyone will know what our last words were, anyway. My last words are succinct and minimalist: "Later, y'all." Megan's last words are: "Get this burning wombat off of me!" Anyway, if you want to join our club, let me know. We will have cards soon.
"The Beekeeper"
The new Tori Amos album came out on tuesday. I didn't get it until yesterday. It rocks ass.
Okay, back to homework. Love you all.
And my mum died. Or is dying. I can't tell, it was my first plant. I've loved it and cared for it for about a year now. It was a tough little mum, but I guess everything dies.