Friday, March 13, 2009

I Saw

a whale today! A wild whale!
The first few times the water sprayed I thought it was a wave crashing against the rock. But then the rock kept moving positions. Then I realized it was a whaallle!! A whiiittewhaaaale! At one point it poked its giant nose above the waves before spinning back below & curling its tail.
I gasped and pointed even though I was standing on the rocks all alone.

Also I turned in my senior project today...what what? Twenty pages of original poetry, sir. Done.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Best

Missed Connection I Ever Read
(Thank you again Maggie for sending this to me years ago. It still makes me laugh..)


sassy 4 eyes gal on the 6 Parnassus last night -
34 (haight ashbury)
Date: 2007-04-05, 12:47PM

last night after work...
you, sitting in the first seat behind the driver, looking retro in your cat eye glasses, faux vintage red leather jacket and matching lipstick. you were gossiping happily on your cell phone.
me? i was wondering why you didn't shut the fuck up and give your seat to the elderly lady who limped down the aisle in front of you.
hope to see you again.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

10 Things

Ten Things I Can See Right Now:

1.) My unmade bed
2.) The light-up Big Bird lamp I got at Good Will
3.) The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath sitting atop Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events "Book One"
4.) A small photo of Brad Pitt's oil-slicked&bare chest from Fight Club that Sara photoshopped Harry Potters (way too young) face on
5.) The blinds to my window
6.) The 4slats in my blinds that Scout destroyed in an attempt to see the birds outside
7.) My bedside clock which still hasn't been adjusted for the time change
8.) A bag of change. Lots and lots of change
9.) The dried bouquet I caught at Laura&Charlies wedding (expect my wedding invitation any day now...)
10.) A plastic crawdad floating in real water

Thursday, March 5, 2009

I always

hate going to professors office hours.
Feels way too much like therapy. Sitting in a chair, facing an adult who asks personal details about you, and comments on them. It's even more uncomfortable when the teacher is reading your poetry out loud to you, vocalizing intimate lines about your nipples and orgasms..ehhh....
see you in class tomorrow prof!

Always feel like I should be handed a prescription slip or a bill for $200 by the end of the session.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Poem forthe Day

The Divorcee and Gin
By Kim Addonizio

I love the frosted pints you come in,
and the tall bottles with their uniformed men;
the bars where you're poured chilled
into the shallow glasses, the taste of drowned olives,
and the scrawled benches where I see you
passed impatiently from one mouth
to another, the bag twisted night around
your neck, the hand that holds you
shaking a little from its need
which is the true source of desire; God, I love
what you do to me at night when we're alone,
how you wait for me to take you into me
until I'm so confused with you I can't
stand up anymore. I know you want me
helpless, each cell whimpering, and I give
you that, letting you have me just the way
you like it. And when you're finished
you turn your face to the wall while I curl
around you again, and enter another morning
with aspirin and the useless ache
that comes from loving, too well,
those who, under the guise of pleasure,
destroy everything they touch.

Monday, March 2, 2009

I am

lonely.
horny.
nostalgic.
&
unfulfilled creatively.


Which I suppose describes 80% of the human population

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Baloney

Been struggling through a book about Buddhism for my China class.
Getting mindfucked by sentences like this,

-- The power of organized religion to provide sovereign states with a bulwark of moral legitimacy while simultaneously assuaging the desperate piety of the disempowered swiftly reasserted itself - usually by subsuming the rebellious ideas into the canons of a revised orthodoxy.

How many of you out there honestly think I'll be finishing this book before writing the report? Anyone?
The writer is a whore for adjectives and flowery verbs. A stupid, sweaty, male escort to unnecessary literary add-ons.

I bought "Tension Tamer" tea today. I think it may be working? Placebo effect...hello?
I also got a caffeinated one called "Morning Thunder." Now I can't wait for monday morning!

Happy March by the way! Thank the lordy-lord that February is over huh..
Mental hugs to you all


Currently Listening to:
"My Name is Trouble"
by Nightmare of You