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wanting strangled.
Finals/end of semester is way harsh in general. This year especially so, because with grad school, you don't really know your grade until you get them. They push for participation and for most classes, this is your biggest grade. I'm a loud mouth at heart, so I find this relatively easy. I've been talking a lot in my classes.
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Poems are like pants
Seriously.
Poems are like pants. You only have so many you wear at a time. Like when you buy new jeans, and while you think you'll have more options, really an older pair automatically gets tossed in the WEAR WHEN LAUNDRY NEEDS DONE pile.
Shit.
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Nothing's been the same...
The Tori concert was amazing. I don't even want to go there; I'll start gushing. But since that moment (10-30), I've been a raging emotional mess. It's crazy how music does that to me. Hearing her live was just like a system overload for me. God. My head hurts... allergies, getting sick? My nose has been running today.
I'm going to bed. :(
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When there's nothing left to burn... you have to set yourself on fire.
Tori Amos: Oct 30!
Margaret Atwood: Nov 10
Um, yes... Margaret Atwood. In Ohio. I'm probably going to die.
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ROOOOOOOOAR!
Hi! So, I never updated about the poetry reading I attended. It was aces, really. Jakiela is just an awesome writer, reader, and a huge supporter of the chicken and so... I felt at ease. Well, not at first. My legs were shaking, and in that sense, maybe I was kind of having sex with the audience, you know? Poetry is so personal, and even the most ( Read more... ) -
Trying to figure out a way I can recreate you...
It's funny posting this here. I guess because LJ has been a huge source of mourning and maybe over-mourning about my dad. I think this is the only place that listened. Because it had to. Everyone else gets sick of the re-runs, you know? Nobody else understand that it always feels as crazy as it did the day it happened. Ok, it lessens a bit, but you ( Read more... ) -
Yeah, I poem, 'cause it's what I know.
I was having an ok day (well, that's a lie too) until I read this in class.
Gjertrud Schnackenberg
Snow Melting
Snow melting when I left you, and I took
This fragile bone we'd found in melting snow
Before I left, exposed beside a brook
Where raccoons washed their hands. And this, I know,
Is that raccoon we'd watched for every day.
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Brilliantly morning.
No, really it is afternoon, and even though I set an alarm to get things done... I slept. I've been sleeping with avengence. Like I am THAT tired? I realize I'm constantly on the run, but to sleep 10 hours a night (on weekends) may be borderline wrong, and certainly a waste of time with all the reading I have to do.
And your thoughtless words are ( Read more... ) -
We all had our reasons to be there. We all had a thing or two to learn.
Fridays are always nuts in my book. Seriously. I'm usually at the bird, and people are all pay-check happy and buying/cashing shit. *Pulls out hair*
Why is Alanis' "Forgiven" so liberating? I've never even been in the whole situation of organized religion, but it makes ME angry. It's so beautiful, though... I love that emotional shit.
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Oh, here I go - don't let me go. Hold me down...
I took my Martha to Pep Boys today... it's fixed? It's getting even fixed-er. Timing belt. All together, will probably cost me $600 but it's so better than purchasing a new car. Boo. I've still got my fingers crossed. We're hoping because Matt got it running and stuff that the engine wasn't hurt - valves bent and shit. I've learned so much about ( Read more... )