December 2009
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Last day of 2009
Tonight is going to be an epic booze/movie/girl’s night fest, but today is going to be full:
2-5 mile jog
unpack the last of my books
clean apartment
grocery pick up
cooking
Then it’s party time!
Another installment of "What did I just type in my... →
I guess I was feeling a little nostalgic.
I'm back, Bitches!
Finally got my wireless up and running, so I don’t have to sit in the bedroom floor to internet! Now, you get to see me bitch about all the weight I gained for the holidays. Don’t hate me but… it was about six pounds.
Fun times. Fun times.
What's the coldest part of your body?
If you’d asked me that this morning around 9:30, I would have said the inside of my arms. That’s where the wind blew at (way over) the 10mph Weather Channel was calling for while I took my comeback jog/walk in 28F sunshine.
Thank the exercise gods the ‘rents have the treadmill set up once again.
Merry Christmas
Still celebrating with a fire and movie with the family, but I’ll just say this has been the year of peacocks and kitchenware… sometimes together!
“I’m not going to judge Phyllis for desecrating Christmas. There is,...”
– Angela
Just dropped in to say:
Fuck Yeah! Last day of work! After a week straight of terrible days fillled with misplaced, mislabeled, heavy-ass books, I’m free for two weeks.
I want to let you guys know how much I love (some of) my co-workers, though. Mrs. Nina, the resident grouchy woman, got me a cute candle and Tim and Tina, the nicest twins you’ll ever meet, got me some cute Christmas stuff for my apartment....
The "Secret"
I recently got back in touch with a classmate I haven’t seen in a long time, and she commented on how much weight I’d lost (something I’ve not gotten tired of hearing, surprisingly enough). Like a lot of other people, she wanted to know how I did it. Usually, I don’t know how to respond. They seem to want secrets, like a special food I ate or this one exercise I did...
Adventures in the New Place
So far:
Taking a big chunk out of the wall (Dad’s fault).
Almost having to take the door off the bedroom to move the desk in.
Looking like a total ass in front of my neighbors.
Successfully assembling tv stand and vacuum by myself.
Spilling a whole bowl of cereal in my lap.
Vacuuming up said cereal with the hose unattached = cereal ALL OVER the place.
Setting off the smoke detector...
“Today I noticed that the “lol” symbol looks like a drowning guy, and...”
– I will no longer be using this abbreviation.
“Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows...”
– “Don’t Stand So Close to Me”~The Police
Creepiest song you love to sing the chorus to? I think so.
December 10th Poem
Buffalo Bill won’t you come out tonight
come out tonight, come out tonight
Buffalo Bill won’t you come out tonight
and wait by the light of the moon
a full, heavy tarnished silver
Luna pregnant with dreams
plush, pulsing human hopes
maternal gaze bent
toward the flickering
bonfire built with tumbleweed
against the nocturnal chill
but we have better ways
to beat off...
The day from Hell
is here, but it ends with hilarious children’s plays, a pay check, and free dinner courtesy of the parents. Let’s just hope I make it that far.
““Smile”
You’re better than the best
I’m lucky just to linger in your life...”
– New favorite song (by Uncle Kracker) (via amykhicks)
Thank you, Amy. I’ve been meaning to post these lyrics because they make me smile (sorry, there are no other words) but I’ve just been too lazy.
End of Semester Push
And it’s pity party time! This evening, right after I finish this post, I will be:
typing up and fleshing out the 8 page paper on sterilization and women’s rights
making out note cards for my sex and love final
making out note cards for my Jewish scriptures final
learning Hebrew
and not going out to celebrate the end of the semester with friends and lots of cheap alcohol.
Pity...
No Poem
No poem today since I spent my entire evening working on an American Novel final from h-e-double hockey sticks. And maybe flirting with a guy over the internet. Who knows about that second one.
Anyway, there will be one, at least, tomorrow.
Lame, Skittles, lame. →
Prose Poem Day!
NaNoWriMo
soft clicking like exoskeletal joints skittering across the forty-five characters. nothing means anything. arcane symbols grouped into tight cliques dripping with distain. Gregory Daniels Greg Vance jerks against the cliches that bind him to the page next to the buxom blonde beauty. kinky comedy ensues. machinations of a twisted mind twist and turn and coil in on itself with onyx talons...
brigade cadre in charge
at attention
drawing attention
cutting glances, wide mouthed gaping
while heels together
ramrod down his spine
every aching notch of bone
stiff with numb concentration
no one shall pass
no one dares
sneaking up to his post
seems like a death wish
written in the red dust
clouding the shine
black tar shine patent leather
and one wish has already come true
no angels, no devils,...
Inspired by work today
dog ears
but nine lives
like a cat
lines crisscrossed
a barcode scab
spine cracked broken
in several spots
coffee rings like black-eyes
raped between the covers
for disposable knowledge
sell it back into slavery
undergrads make negligent masters
Childhood Summer
Bioluminescent abdomens
Stuck to my tshirt
Come-hither singals
No attraction now
Lightning bug badge of childhood
Dodging bermuda “lava”
On dew-damp pavers
Weeping willow weapons
No more than rose bramble
Sting rounded calf
Toes inch down the covers
Revealing rail limbs
To a humidity bath
No relief in Peter Pan dreams
Tomorrow’s adventures
It's weird
amykhicks:
And speaking of hanging out—Emily, we need a girl’s night soon. Going out to lunch or dinner every few weeks isn’t cutting it. And I need to give you your Xmas gift. :-) ‘Cuz I can’t wait til Christmas.
I know! It’s horrible how busy we all are, but I swear after I get moved in we’re going to hang out more.
In fact, I’m going to get back to the things I used...
Not Fat Enough
I went to give blood today after work. When I walked in, I was greeted by a very peppy, very excited young nurse.
Mr. Excited: Hey, how're you doing?
Me: Good. You?
Mr. Excited: Know your blood type?
Me: O negative.
Mr. Excited: How tall are you?
Me: Uh, five-five. Five-six?
Mr. Excited: (Getting slightly more excited) How much do you weigh?
Me: 159.
Mr. Excited: (Face falls) Alright, have a seat over there and read the information.
Mr. Excited's co-nurse: You need to learn judge weight better.
Apparently, today was double donation day. If you were a woman, a certain blood type (mine included), taller than 5'5", and weighing more than 165 you could donate two bags of life instead of the usual one. I'm kind of bummed I couldn't save 6 lives; I'm also kind of thrilled.
Second one. Since I didn't do one yesterday.
Ballad of John Kennedy
The world is very different now
Born in this century
Tempered by war
Disciplined by hard and bitter peace
Proud of our ancient heritage
This much we pledge and more
Today as we did yesterday
A large family
With large hope
For sons to become the first
Jack would lead the world
Explore the stars, conquer the deserts
But let us begin
Today as we did yesterday
...
Winter Wake-up Call
tongue Velcro-d
to the roof of my mouth
unstick and lick
desert lips
taste the copper blood
a new crack
snap, crackle, pop joints
while I reconnect with
frozen extremities
on a dialup connection
ears dialing in fuzzy AM signals
delicate thuds of sleet impacting window
neglected dogs two yards over
crashing against the chain-link fence
and I focus my eyes
the alien green six,...
NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month is not until April, but Heather has decided that the momentum of NaNoWriMo should be continued through December. So here we are. I’ll be posting my daily poems here as soon as they’re done… so keep your expectations marginal, and I just might surpise you.
Nothing to do with doing life.
bendoeslife:
and I’ll preface by saying I’m not advocating old men lusting after underage girls.
But I’m at work and I just listened to a couple early-30s women talk about how sexy Taylor Lautner is. They also did the whole, “he’s only 17” bit, too. This got me to thinking about some things, like Eva Longoria’s character’s fling with the 16 year old pool boy. What if it had been an ugly...
