Moving is always an adventure.  Moving into your mom's man-friends house (he doesn't live here, he's our new landlord) is even more of an adventure.  The combination of me with PMS, Mom with menopause and Fred just generally moody because of his new meds is asking for trouble.  I guess it's really strange then, with all that to bring us down, that ( Read more... )

I wrote about this poem this week for class:

Curriculum Vitae

“The future shrinks

Whether the past

Is well or badly spent.

We shape our lives

Although their forms

Are never what we meant.”

Food for thought. 

I'm going to make a bar called Hobos and Homos.  After all, they are the only types of men interested in me.

I think it's brilliant. 

I had the most horrible nightmare last night that I think I have ever had in my whole life.  We (Mom and I?) were boiling something in oil and Brian was trying to show that it wasn't hot.  Somehow he tripped and his face fell in the oil, which caused him to faint so he fell completely in and died.  I turned the heat off, but we didn't know how to ( Read more... )

Monday and Tuesday were pretty good days.  I finally felt like things were moving on, moving forward, to a place where everything is new.  I read some really interesting poetry for one of my classes, randomly ran into Andy and had a very nice lunch with him, and had lots of shenanigans at home.  Rob got the Angry Beavers on DVD (anyone else have ( Read more... )

Work was a strange series of events yesterday.  First, I got in big trouble for the first time ever and my student manager hung me out to dry.  My old manager always protected his students and especially me, for fear of losing them.  Anna is supremely understaffed and needs me desperately and she just kind of left me to the dogs.  Not cool ( Read more... )

I wrote a really awesome poem yesterday.  And no, it's not about you, oh LJ reader.  I'm not ready to post it here yet, but I think it's the purest poem (in terms of emotions) that I have written in ages.  
 

A poem I was reading for class had the following line ( Read more... )

I just woke up from another weird series of dreams.  First, I was in this apartment building and I thought I heard Ray Romano's voice, so I knocked on the apartment I thought it was coming from and Patricia Heaton (Debra) answered the door and said that she was watching the show on TV and that's what I heard.

Then I think I woke up and fell asleep ( Read more... )

I just got a phone call from my Grandma, and I never thought I'd say this, but, it really brightened my day.  For those of you who may not have my family tree straight, this is my father's mother... the grandma who was married to my Grandpa who passed away in March.  She is doing WONDERFULLY.  She has been going to church regularly since Grandpa's ( Read more... )