I went on a notebook raid today as I cleaned out my backpack etc.
The highlights include:
This poem, written while waiting underground for my Juilliard audition. Illustration included, free of charge.
They put us in a
cement cube.
The most intimidating room
In the most intimidating building
And everyone's wearing intimidating faces.
I can see you're trying to
Scare me off, but there's
One thing you forgot:
I own this city.
From the Subway at the Caltrain station
To the parking garage where we took those pictures
From the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
To the Symphony Hall just around the corner.
So stare me down if you want, New York,
But I am San Francisco.
And cement doesn't scare me anyway.
The perfect boyfriend.
What I wish would happen to a few special people.
Someone to keep me company while I do my Japanese homework.
My brethrin!
Danny Akin's inner being, as well as a vehement vaudville villain who can't quite decide if he's a pirate or a cowboy.
That's it for round one, but I'll probably be back with more in the near future.