Youth Speaks Grand Slam Finals 2007
I am a hopeless romantic.
Which is not to say that I get romantic about people. No, not at all. I hate people. If I grow up and fall in love and don't get the man I fall in love with, I am going to buy dogs. Lots of dogs. And I will live like that crazy lady I lived next door to, with the chow-chows and rotweilers, and live happily ever after with my rotweilers and maybe a cocker spaniel or two. But nonetheless, a hopeless romantic am I.
Here's why.
This time last year I fell in with the lovesies. No, I didn't "fall in love," but I fell in with the lovesies, which is what a dog does when a human feeds him for the first couple of times, which is why a dog doesn't bite the hand that feeds him. Therefore, I am a dog. A female dog. A bitch, if you will. Except I haven't been fed Iams or Kibbles'n Bits for the past year. I've been fed poetry. Rod is the human that feeds me, and I am the over-ambitious cocker spaniel who chases her tail protects her favorite poet from raccoons. That's what happens when you fall in with the lovesies.
But now I'm a little scared because I think I did it again at the slam this weekend. I feel like what I have to say after this statement will bring a mysterious bout of de ja vu.
There were so many poets there that I just wanted to tackle and never let go of. Rod, of course. I think I'm still in the process of tackling him, even now. But really, I was blown away but one person. Austin is teh shyt. 'Nough said.
Actually...not really. I can say more. Better yet, I can show you a video for extra credit. On YouTube. Because I'm a teacher's fucking pet (spaniel). The videos are taking a while to upload, but I have them, and they must be shared for all the world to see.
...On another note, I've spent a great deal (of my financial aid money which I need to stay in school) on this here camcorder and a Zen V Plus, which is perplexingly small. And now I'm getting sleepy and none of my paragraphs are making sense so I'm going to get of the Internet and watch Lady and the Tramp. Lady is a cocker spaniel. I wonder what it is with me and cocker spaniels. Maybe their name is funny to me, or something.