Happy National Mint Chocolate Day!
the end.
2.19.2006
2.17.2006
School
I'm getting tired of writing papers. Which is a bummer, because I have 1-2 a week from here until the end of the semester... this week it was one per class day (MWF), and I just finished one for Monday, with two more big ones in the next weekish. I'd like to say, I don't mind French class, but seriously, 1.5 pages per week of complex sentence structure is just a tad overwhelming. I spend a good chunk of my afternoon accomplishing this feat. But yay, no more French movie papers EVER! Too bad I've still got the chapter compositions to go... I'm sure you don't want to read about my homework, but it has consumed my life as of late, and I don't know what else to talk about. I only see Britni at home sometimes, I don't have much time to just hang out with people, and I don't have time to visit Ian in studio... its all incredibly depressing. And on top of it all, Michelle Kwan dropped out of the Olympics... I know its for the best health wise and such for her, but she's my hero. I've spent over half my life watching her skate, wishing I could be like her, and her career is now over. I feel old. And depressed.
I suppose this all makes my life sound much worse than it really is. I guess I just feel like venting right now. On the upside, I had an amazing Valentine's Day run, thanks to Ian! Skating, Harry's, a beautiful watch, an amazingly soft and adorable stuffed puppy, and a fun crayon decorated memory book makes for an amazing evening, and we got to spend some time together on Tuesday, too, despite him having to work (I love the red daisies)! My bible study girls are amazing... and visiting houses is always fun! (Lindsey, I know if you're reading this, you're throwing up right now... no more mush in the post, I promise.)
I'm contemplating working at a camp in Arizona for the summer. I really think that God is leading me in this direction, but if you could all pray about it for me, I'd really appreciate it. I want to spend my summer where God wants me!
My apologies for how random this whole thing was... I think my brain just vomited out my fingers... lovely mental picture, I know. But I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Oh, one last thing, there's a new poem up on my other blog... If you're from a small town in Kansas, I think you'll really appreciate it. Anyway, that's my shameless plug! The End.
I suppose this all makes my life sound much worse than it really is. I guess I just feel like venting right now. On the upside, I had an amazing Valentine's Day run, thanks to Ian! Skating, Harry's, a beautiful watch, an amazingly soft and adorable stuffed puppy, and a fun crayon decorated memory book makes for an amazing evening, and we got to spend some time together on Tuesday, too, despite him having to work (I love the red daisies)! My bible study girls are amazing... and visiting houses is always fun! (Lindsey, I know if you're reading this, you're throwing up right now... no more mush in the post, I promise.)
I'm contemplating working at a camp in Arizona for the summer. I really think that God is leading me in this direction, but if you could all pray about it for me, I'd really appreciate it. I want to spend my summer where God wants me!
My apologies for how random this whole thing was... I think my brain just vomited out my fingers... lovely mental picture, I know. But I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Oh, one last thing, there's a new poem up on my other blog... If you're from a small town in Kansas, I think you'll really appreciate it. Anyway, that's my shameless plug! The End.
Smalltown, Kansas
“Through a magnifying glass, the smoothest and whitest skins look rough and coarse and ill colored.”
~Gulliver’s Travels, Part 2
i.
A tiny oasis breaks the vast horizon.
The remnant of a Leave-It-To-Beaver world
with perfectly manicured lawns,
smiling faces,
and the quintessential
American homes.
ii.
He broke the cardinal rule
of their open marriage.
His 53 women, her 47 men,
but then he brought one home.
She meets her lawyer tomorrow.
iii.
Student body president,
star basketball player,
and honor roll student,
heading back into town for more booze,
joking with the cops, who let them go,
then dying for the life they secretly hate.
iv.
There’s something a little bit,
funny, about him.
The son of two curious siblings
who went out to the field
for an afternoon of discovery.
v.
A secret list down at the P.D.
The ones they can’t arrest for anything
short of murder.
The ones who always get
whatever they want.
The ones who make up
the oligarchy
in the middle of
America.
~Gulliver’s Travels, Part 2
i.
A tiny oasis breaks the vast horizon.
The remnant of a Leave-It-To-Beaver world
with perfectly manicured lawns,
smiling faces,
and the quintessential
American homes.
ii.
He broke the cardinal rule
of their open marriage.
His 53 women, her 47 men,
but then he brought one home.
She meets her lawyer tomorrow.
iii.
Student body president,
star basketball player,
and honor roll student,
heading back into town for more booze,
joking with the cops, who let them go,
then dying for the life they secretly hate.
iv.
There’s something a little bit,
funny, about him.
The son of two curious siblings
who went out to the field
for an afternoon of discovery.
v.
A secret list down at the P.D.
The ones they can’t arrest for anything
short of murder.
The ones who always get
whatever they want.
The ones who make up
the oligarchy
in the middle of
America.
2.05.2006
They Call Her Kate
She stumbled in
to the darkened front room
tears silently streaming down her face.
Not so different from being
alone
in a hot, crowded room
full of smoke,
and sweaty bodies,
the overpowering smell of alcohol,
and the one person
she thought mattered in her life.
a boyfriend, a best friend,
and a golf course community castle
to mask the pain of a life broken by
disappointed love
and a pseudo-mother only concerned with
maintaining perfection in her own life.
She left to find herself.
The self smothered
under layers
of striving
to meet
expectations.
She found him.
The apparent gift
of love and acceptance
opened up to find
the same world of not being enough.
Blonde enough, thin enough, happy enough.
Devoured by the conformity
she was running to escape
once again left broken and empty.
to the darkened front room
tears silently streaming down her face.
Not so different from being
alone
in a hot, crowded room
full of smoke,
and sweaty bodies,
the overpowering smell of alcohol,
and the one person
she thought mattered in her life.
a boyfriend, a best friend,
and a golf course community castle
to mask the pain of a life broken by
disappointed love
and a pseudo-mother only concerned with
maintaining perfection in her own life.
She left to find herself.
The self smothered
under layers
of striving
to meet
expectations.
She found him.
The apparent gift
of love and acceptance
opened up to find
the same world of not being enough.
Blonde enough, thin enough, happy enough.
Devoured by the conformity
she was running to escape
once again left broken and empty.
1.27.2006
G-dub, live and in person
I've been meaning to do this since Monday, but finally have the time, since my 4-page poetry annotation is finished (on the poem "Fox Trot Fridays" by Rita Dove... highly recommend it, and now I can tell you all about how it functions as a poem.) and mon controle de francais est fini. So, I've just got the regular ton of homework for the weekend, and thought I'd catch everyone up. But first, a shameless plug: I posted a new poem on my other blog, feel free to check it out and comment!
Back to Bush. One of the most amazing experiences of my life to date... waiting in line from 8:45 a.m. until 12:15ish... I've never camped out for tickets before! Waiting again in line to get through security. There were protesters on the way in to Bramlage. And I heard whatshisface, the nutso abortion protester and his posse, were apparently there, but on the other side. I won't get started on that... but I have to say, maybe people die in wars, but inaction also was allowing countless deaths... yeah. Security was tight: metal detectors, I got wanded, pretty exciting. But I said bomb when we were sitting down, and they didn't do anything to me.
The whole shebang started off a bit late, but who cares, because it was definitely worth the wait. And everyone says Bush can't speak well... he did a fantastic job, and no matter what you think of him, you have to admire him for sticking to his values and making sure that he doesn't just say empty words. He backs up what he says he will do, and listens to the experts, not just popular opinion polls. And he's so down to earth, loves his wife, and is wildly hilarious... ribbing Senator Roberts by asking for hair advice (Roberts is bald, for those of you who don't know). And he handled the not-pre-selected questions very well. The Iraqi lady could have cut her comments a bit shorter, as with the immigration question. Immigration, one word, not a discourse on being Hispanic and how that includes everyone, Venezualan, Mexican, everyone, and what is Bush's plan to help legal and non-legal members of this community that are stateside. I wasn't impressed with the Brokeback Mountain question though...I mean, seriously, where is the respect for the office? Ditto about the wave before he came out... And this is totally not organized, but its been a long day of classes, and its the weekend, and I'm stuffed so the blood is not flowing to the brain. In conclusion, see Ian's blog for photos, and Bush looks great in purple!
Back to Bush. One of the most amazing experiences of my life to date... waiting in line from 8:45 a.m. until 12:15ish... I've never camped out for tickets before! Waiting again in line to get through security. There were protesters on the way in to Bramlage. And I heard whatshisface, the nutso abortion protester and his posse, were apparently there, but on the other side. I won't get started on that... but I have to say, maybe people die in wars, but inaction also was allowing countless deaths... yeah. Security was tight: metal detectors, I got wanded, pretty exciting. But I said bomb when we were sitting down, and they didn't do anything to me.
The whole shebang started off a bit late, but who cares, because it was definitely worth the wait. And everyone says Bush can't speak well... he did a fantastic job, and no matter what you think of him, you have to admire him for sticking to his values and making sure that he doesn't just say empty words. He backs up what he says he will do, and listens to the experts, not just popular opinion polls. And he's so down to earth, loves his wife, and is wildly hilarious... ribbing Senator Roberts by asking for hair advice (Roberts is bald, for those of you who don't know). And he handled the not-pre-selected questions very well. The Iraqi lady could have cut her comments a bit shorter, as with the immigration question. Immigration, one word, not a discourse on being Hispanic and how that includes everyone, Venezualan, Mexican, everyone, and what is Bush's plan to help legal and non-legal members of this community that are stateside. I wasn't impressed with the Brokeback Mountain question though...I mean, seriously, where is the respect for the office? Ditto about the wave before he came out... And this is totally not organized, but its been a long day of classes, and its the weekend, and I'm stuffed so the blood is not flowing to the brain. In conclusion, see Ian's blog for photos, and Bush looks great in purple!
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