Guess who has a 9am class tomorrow... Or today even.
I felt like crap and had this massive headache all day and finally I just gave in when nothing else was working and took something for it. I felt better when I was doing stuff. I got my exercise for the day, a bunch of us hiked up to Cullen's tree hut up on Sehome hill. It is sooooo cool, it us up on the hill all secluded in the woods. Cullen actually spent 3 months going up there every day to build that tree hut, and then lived in it for a month. Now that he is moving out of Pine street and doesn't have a place yet, he, Brian and Devin are going to live in it for awhile. The thing is actually pretty big, insulated and waterproof. Amazing, really.
I went to poetry night at Fantasia for the first time. I signed up to read, but I ended up getting cut. Too many people signed up and a lot of people went over their time. Guess I'll read next time. Ian (who possibly spells his name Ean) who I have a major crush on was there. We wrote a poem together. The kind where each person writes 3 lines and covers up the first 2 so you can only see the last and then the next person writes 3 lines and so on and so on. I've only interacted with Ian/Ean 3 times but each time it has been something really cool. Well actually I first met him during the Chaos parade (which is something cool), the next time we cuddled together in Jeff's fort, the next time we did contact improv together and and invented the "contact tango" and the third we wrote a totally awesome poem together.
I'm going to type it out here. I'll put my lines in italic.
I saw you pass, but I know you lived forever
maybe it was your genitals that took over your spirit.
Everyone assumes insatiable lust resides below your belt
The beat of a temple, on tempo with the
Lights! of cities on clouds on cuckoo clocks
shooting light on water
your light radiates into the atmosphere
being absorbed into everything, you become everything
and you leave the earth and become the stars
How cold is space with only the motion
of emotion held up in the dawn moons
of Jupiter,
given the heat of the delicious ambiguity
that is the universe, and the infinite others
that exist in your every molecule,
matter high on energy-
Alchemy spun-
Verifying the spirals of dreams.
Who charts the maps you follow in your dreams?
At the moment when what you need most is wit
your mind gives you nothing but cliche
But facade was born in our bodies
our minds have been created to advertisement
Our souls do not know shame
but do they know guilt? regret?
their golden light tainted by the impurities of our bodies
it might take the spirits of a thousand trees to cleanse them
Or the masks of a thousand heroes
Through the mists of ancient Zoom!
Night meets chaos and they are in the distance
the sweet tunes of harmonica fade alone with their silhouette
they've got a train to hop by moonlight
a new day and a new world to visit
I went to poetry night at Fantasia for the first time. I signed up to read, but I ended up getting cut. Too many people signed up and a lot of people went over their time. Guess I'll read next time. Ian (who possibly spells his name Ean) who I have a major crush on was there. We wrote a poem together. The kind where each person writes 3 lines and covers up the first 2 so you can only see the last and then the next person writes 3 lines and so on and so on. I've only interacted with Ian/Ean 3 times but each time it has been something really cool. Well actually I first met him during the Chaos parade (which is something cool), the next time we cuddled together in Jeff's fort, the next time we did contact improv together and and invented the "contact tango" and the third we wrote a totally awesome poem together.
I'm going to type it out here. I'll put my lines in italic.
I saw you pass, but I know you lived forever
maybe it was your genitals that took over your spirit.
Everyone assumes insatiable lust resides below your belt
The beat of a temple, on tempo with the
Lights! of cities on clouds on cuckoo clocks
shooting light on water
your light radiates into the atmosphere
being absorbed into everything, you become everything
and you leave the earth and become the stars
How cold is space with only the motion
of emotion held up in the dawn moons
of Jupiter,
given the heat of the delicious ambiguity
that is the universe, and the infinite others
that exist in your every molecule,
matter high on energy-
Alchemy spun-
Verifying the spirals of dreams.
Who charts the maps you follow in your dreams?
At the moment when what you need most is wit
your mind gives you nothing but cliche
But facade was born in our bodies
our minds have been created to advertisement
Our souls do not know shame
but do they know guilt? regret?
their golden light tainted by the impurities of our bodies
it might take the spirits of a thousand trees to cleanse them
Or the masks of a thousand heroes
Through the mists of ancient Zoom!
Night meets chaos and they are in the distance
the sweet tunes of harmonica fade alone with their silhouette
they've got a train to hop by moonlight
a new day and a new world to visit