dennis made me think about how awesome a stuffed animal land would be. then that made me think of this sweet ass movie i saw when i was little that i just adored. i couldn't think of the title, but after 10 minutes of searching everywhere, i found it!
it's called hugga bunch and was released in 1985. it's about a girl who goes through a mirror into another land and is searching for a way to make her grandmother, the only one who knows how to hug, young again. the other land is filled with hugga bunch dolls that are just hilariously adorable. i desperately need to own this movie so if i ever have a little girl, she can watch it over and over again like i did, 'cause it's wonderful.
i just realized how inappropriate the title of this post is when taken into context with the body.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
why?
there will always be things in existance that i will question the point of, but one of them will always irk me a little more than most:
toilet paper rollers that don't roll.
seriously. what is the point of this? everyone has experienced it. you sit there, ready to culminate your bathroom experience, and are forced to manually wrap the paper around the cylinder because it won't turn. this is a two handed endeavor because no one wants the material that will soon be coming in contact with their nether regions to touch the floor of a public bathroom. tuck behind, grab from beneath, tuck behind, grab from beneath.
these things are called toilet paper dispensers for a reason. they are supposed to dispense, not just sit there. if that was the point, there could just be a little shelf or something. no roller that doesn't roll.
ok. i'm done.
toilet paper rollers that don't roll.
seriously. what is the point of this? everyone has experienced it. you sit there, ready to culminate your bathroom experience, and are forced to manually wrap the paper around the cylinder because it won't turn. this is a two handed endeavor because no one wants the material that will soon be coming in contact with their nether regions to touch the floor of a public bathroom. tuck behind, grab from beneath, tuck behind, grab from beneath.
these things are called toilet paper dispensers for a reason. they are supposed to dispense, not just sit there. if that was the point, there could just be a little shelf or something. no roller that doesn't roll.
ok. i'm done.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
ugh
back in illinois. i'm really really really tired, but i have 2 more hours of work.
yesterday i had an eye exam at royal oak beaumont. my script changed a bit, so i ordered new frames and lenses. they're a lot like the ones i have now, just a darker brown and wider. afterwards, i drove to grand rapids to stay with charles' in order to cut the drive in half. i couldn't see anything for the 1st hour of the trip because they dilated my pupils. they said it was fine to drive, but it was sunny out and i couldn't see anything.
so this morning i left at 6:45a.m.-ish michigan time and was able to get here at 8:50 illinois time. i must say i timed that quite well. prior to this trip, i had never nodded off before while driving. i nearly re-ended a van. scared the shit out of me enough to wake me up for the 15 minutes i had left to drive. i'm napping when i get home.
anyone know how to make a bookcase, 'cause i would like one for christmas. something simple would be fine, i'm just not skilled at woodwork. i'd attempt it, but that means i'd probably have to use power-tools and that makes me nervous.
a man has been walking around the showroom for 45 minutes on the phone. what makes this strange is the fact that he has hung up multiple times and called different people. at least i'm assuming it's different people or else he keeps getting disconnected, which means he has a shitty cell phone provider because i get perfect service in here. excuse me mister! where not some giant phonebooth for you to walk around in. it's not bad out. why isn't he out in his car or pacing the sidewalk? people are strange.
i wonder how long i could get away with zonking on the granite countertop before pete busts me?
yesterday i had an eye exam at royal oak beaumont. my script changed a bit, so i ordered new frames and lenses. they're a lot like the ones i have now, just a darker brown and wider. afterwards, i drove to grand rapids to stay with charles' in order to cut the drive in half. i couldn't see anything for the 1st hour of the trip because they dilated my pupils. they said it was fine to drive, but it was sunny out and i couldn't see anything.
so this morning i left at 6:45a.m.-ish michigan time and was able to get here at 8:50 illinois time. i must say i timed that quite well. prior to this trip, i had never nodded off before while driving. i nearly re-ended a van. scared the shit out of me enough to wake me up for the 15 minutes i had left to drive. i'm napping when i get home.
anyone know how to make a bookcase, 'cause i would like one for christmas. something simple would be fine, i'm just not skilled at woodwork. i'd attempt it, but that means i'd probably have to use power-tools and that makes me nervous.
a man has been walking around the showroom for 45 minutes on the phone. what makes this strange is the fact that he has hung up multiple times and called different people. at least i'm assuming it's different people or else he keeps getting disconnected, which means he has a shitty cell phone provider because i get perfect service in here. excuse me mister! where not some giant phonebooth for you to walk around in. it's not bad out. why isn't he out in his car or pacing the sidewalk? people are strange.
i wonder how long i could get away with zonking on the granite countertop before pete busts me?
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
home home home
going out with me mum today. then anna is coming over + amy, christy, bunk, elise, and possibly kristin. ash will be home around 7 and i think joey is coming by as well. i am stupidly excited to spend some serious girl time with my anna. it's always an awesome time when her, elise and i get together, so it should be great.
it's weird being home. i woke up multiple times last night and it took a minute to reorient myself.
i should get ready and go get my oil changed and pick up the ingredients for the cranberry sauce i'm making for thanksgiving. i kinda just want to go back to bed though. sleep is so good.
it's weird being home. i woke up multiple times last night and it took a minute to reorient myself.
i should get ready and go get my oil changed and pick up the ingredients for the cranberry sauce i'm making for thanksgiving. i kinda just want to go back to bed though. sleep is so good.
Monday, November 20, 2006
little sister
when i get frustrated and sad or just annoyed at life and/or people in general...
i remember how amazing my life is sometimes.
this girl is one reason things could never get too bad.
i get to see her tomorrow.
i remember how amazing my life is sometimes.
this girl is one reason things could never get too bad.
i get to see her tomorrow.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
...
i'm pretty sure the most awful thing any woman can imagine doing is giving birth to a dead child.
kim, a designer that i work with on weekends, has a friend that was pregnant with twins. she lost them 5 months into her pregnancy. yesterday she spent 9 hours giving birth to 2 babies, just to have to say goodbye.
this seems unbearable to me. it seems like the ultimate sadness.
kim, a designer that i work with on weekends, has a friend that was pregnant with twins. she lost them 5 months into her pregnancy. yesterday she spent 9 hours giving birth to 2 babies, just to have to say goodbye.
this seems unbearable to me. it seems like the ultimate sadness.
Friday, November 17, 2006
For I Have Sinned
I met a man beneath an island;
a table within a circular booth,
where eyes can avoid committing
and throw hurried glances at faces,
figures in peripheral vision.
Grey Goose, Vermouth, Tanqueray—
glowed down from hierarchal shelving,
contributing to the conversation
and fluid movements of myself
and the immersed sinners around us.
Later I would learn he was predominately water;
with splashes of ethanol,
my vodka sacrament.
That night his wet eyes drank my
blasphemes in like prose on a page.
As one, we visited confession
beneath cotton sheets that concealed our nakedness.
His body swelled, offering forgiveness
after each misdeed I whispered across thread.
Our skin tangled as we swam together
in spiritual devotion.
He became my brimming font;
Dipping myself into him nightly,
his mouth on my body washed away
every blemish. He brought me to the surface
over and over, writhing with penance,
creating me new.
a table within a circular booth,
where eyes can avoid committing
and throw hurried glances at faces,
figures in peripheral vision.
Grey Goose, Vermouth, Tanqueray—
glowed down from hierarchal shelving,
contributing to the conversation
and fluid movements of myself
and the immersed sinners around us.
Later I would learn he was predominately water;
with splashes of ethanol,
my vodka sacrament.
That night his wet eyes drank my
blasphemes in like prose on a page.
As one, we visited confession
beneath cotton sheets that concealed our nakedness.
His body swelled, offering forgiveness
after each misdeed I whispered across thread.
Our skin tangled as we swam together
in spiritual devotion.
He became my brimming font;
Dipping myself into him nightly,
his mouth on my body washed away
every blemish. He brought me to the surface
over and over, writhing with penance,
creating me new.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
mom
my mother is an extraordinary woman and an amazing mother.
i don't know what i did to deserve her.
i don't know what i did to deserve her.
prague
i recently applied for the second time to wmu's prague summer program. this is the overview from the website:
The culmination of a decade of cooperation with Prague's Charles University, the Prague Summer Program offers writers, photographers and students of culture from a variety of backgrounds the opportunity to be mentored by some of the biggest names in contemporary English-language literature and world photography, as well as by luminaries of Central European culture. Past faculty and guests have included such literary talents as Ann Beattie, Marvin Bell, Mark Doty, Carolyn Forche, William Gass, Donald Hall, Edward Hirsch, Miroslav Holub, Mary Karr, Tracy Kidder, Carolyn Kizer, Ivan Klima, Sydney Lea, Philip Levine, Valery Martin, William Matthews, Christopher Merrill, Grace Paley, Jayne Anne Phillips, Francine Prose, Gerald Stern, Amy Tan, Jean Valentine, Michael Waters and many others.
The eager novice and the seasoned professional alike are mentored with equal seriousness and respect. For the month of July participants will be members of a unique and vital community of artists and students of art and culture. Unmarked by the wars and brutal occupations it has suffered, Prague is considered by many the most beautiful European city. If indeed Prague has been "the Left Bank of the '90s," as has been asserted in the world media, the Prague Summer Program has contributed significantly to that lofty designation.
this morning i found out i've been accepted and offered their john woods scholarship (this is where i do my happy dance). the aid only makes a small dent in the costs because the program is so awesome, but i think i might just be able to go this time. which i'm not sure how to react to. i've wanted to go since i found out about it 4 years ago.
The culmination of a decade of cooperation with Prague's Charles University, the Prague Summer Program offers writers, photographers and students of culture from a variety of backgrounds the opportunity to be mentored by some of the biggest names in contemporary English-language literature and world photography, as well as by luminaries of Central European culture. Past faculty and guests have included such literary talents as Ann Beattie, Marvin Bell, Mark Doty, Carolyn Forche, William Gass, Donald Hall, Edward Hirsch, Miroslav Holub, Mary Karr, Tracy Kidder, Carolyn Kizer, Ivan Klima, Sydney Lea, Philip Levine, Valery Martin, William Matthews, Christopher Merrill, Grace Paley, Jayne Anne Phillips, Francine Prose, Gerald Stern, Amy Tan, Jean Valentine, Michael Waters and many others.
The eager novice and the seasoned professional alike are mentored with equal seriousness and respect. For the month of July participants will be members of a unique and vital community of artists and students of art and culture. Unmarked by the wars and brutal occupations it has suffered, Prague is considered by many the most beautiful European city. If indeed Prague has been "the Left Bank of the '90s," as has been asserted in the world media, the Prague Summer Program has contributed significantly to that lofty designation.
this morning i found out i've been accepted and offered their john woods scholarship (this is where i do my happy dance). the aid only makes a small dent in the costs because the program is so awesome, but i think i might just be able to go this time. which i'm not sure how to react to. i've wanted to go since i found out about it 4 years ago.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
can't sleep...
last night i finally dragged my ass to jewel and picked up groceries. and i made a ton of stew. then for desert i mixed haagen dazs' vanilla light with pumpkin butter + pieces of a mango. it was marvelous. num num num.
watched an episode of lost with dennis. that show is getting more fucked up every week. i'm sort of over it, sadly. i'm contemplating just waiting until season 3 comes out on dvd and telling dennis he doesn't have to record it for me anymore.
i miss anna a lot. i want to make everything ok for her, which in my imagination includes kicking her pansy-ass husband in the face and/or nuts. i was dreading driving home next tuesday night, but 6 hours in a car isn't so bad when the result is getting to see your best friend. it sounds like amy is going to visit me too, as well as elise and bunk. and of course, ash will be there, with joey probably. can't wait to give them all great big hugs.
i'm reading wicked: the life ands times of the wicked witch of the west by gregory maguire. i suppose i hadn't picked it up until now because i hadn't heard much about it and the whole "other take on an old classic" thing never really drew me in. but now that i've started reading it, i must say it's quite wonderful. after i finish this one, i'm reading 700 sundays, a memoir by billy crystal, followed by john irving's massive (822pg) new novel, until i find you.
i have this awful essay i have to write before break for my makeshift film lit class (that really does not resemble a lit class in any way, shape, or form). i plan on doing it friday and saturday, but i'm trying not to think about it. i hate essays. following this one, i have the final essay due for that class PLUS an annotated bibliography that only the grad students are required to do. i officially loathe interdisciplinary courses. this one in particular is a complete joke. i think a bunch of dumbass important people got together and thought, yeah, why can't we put all these non-relating disciplines together? we'll even make it a grad course as well and just tag on an annotated bib. i got a B+ on my 1st paper. she wrote nothing bad on it except trivial things and when i asked her about the grade, she seemed alarmed. i truly believe she didn't give me an A because a few undergraduates got A's and she had to do something to make grading look more difficult for a graduate student. there seriously was nothing wrong with that paper. apparently she doesn't know i don't do B's. ok, for real, i'm not that arrogant. i'm just annoyed i have to write another paper.
watched an episode of lost with dennis. that show is getting more fucked up every week. i'm sort of over it, sadly. i'm contemplating just waiting until season 3 comes out on dvd and telling dennis he doesn't have to record it for me anymore.
i miss anna a lot. i want to make everything ok for her, which in my imagination includes kicking her pansy-ass husband in the face and/or nuts. i was dreading driving home next tuesday night, but 6 hours in a car isn't so bad when the result is getting to see your best friend. it sounds like amy is going to visit me too, as well as elise and bunk. and of course, ash will be there, with joey probably. can't wait to give them all great big hugs.
i'm reading wicked: the life ands times of the wicked witch of the west by gregory maguire. i suppose i hadn't picked it up until now because i hadn't heard much about it and the whole "other take on an old classic" thing never really drew me in. but now that i've started reading it, i must say it's quite wonderful. after i finish this one, i'm reading 700 sundays, a memoir by billy crystal, followed by john irving's massive (822pg) new novel, until i find you.
i have this awful essay i have to write before break for my makeshift film lit class (that really does not resemble a lit class in any way, shape, or form). i plan on doing it friday and saturday, but i'm trying not to think about it. i hate essays. following this one, i have the final essay due for that class PLUS an annotated bibliography that only the grad students are required to do. i officially loathe interdisciplinary courses. this one in particular is a complete joke. i think a bunch of dumbass important people got together and thought, yeah, why can't we put all these non-relating disciplines together? we'll even make it a grad course as well and just tag on an annotated bib. i got a B+ on my 1st paper. she wrote nothing bad on it except trivial things and when i asked her about the grade, she seemed alarmed. i truly believe she didn't give me an A because a few undergraduates got A's and she had to do something to make grading look more difficult for a graduate student. there seriously was nothing wrong with that paper. apparently she doesn't know i don't do B's. ok, for real, i'm not that arrogant. i'm just annoyed i have to write another paper.
Monday, November 13, 2006
yeah, that would happen
today, while walking from work to roosevelt, a pigeon pooped on me. on my hand and then it ran down my coat. i had nothing to wipe my hand off on, so i had to walk a block with bird poo on me.
ew.
ew.
nicest thing - kate nash
all i know is that you're so nice
you're the nicest thing i've seen
i wish that we could give it a go
see if we could be something
i wish i was your favourite girl
i wish you thought i was the reason
you are in the world
i wish i was your favourite smile
i wish the way that i dressed
was your favourite kind of style
i wish you couldn't figure me out
but you'd always wanna know what i was about
i wish you'd hold my hand when i was upset
i wish you'd never forget
the look on my face when we first met
i wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly
'cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see
basically, i wish that you loved me
i wish that you needed me
i wish that you knew when i said two sugars
actually i meant three
i wish that without me your heart would break
i wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
i wish that without me you couldn't eat
i wish i was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep
all i know is that you're the nicest
thing i've ever seen
i wish that we could see if we could be something
you're the nicest thing i've seen
i wish that we could give it a go
see if we could be something
i wish i was your favourite girl
i wish you thought i was the reason
you are in the world
i wish i was your favourite smile
i wish the way that i dressed
was your favourite kind of style
i wish you couldn't figure me out
but you'd always wanna know what i was about
i wish you'd hold my hand when i was upset
i wish you'd never forget
the look on my face when we first met
i wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly
'cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see
basically, i wish that you loved me
i wish that you needed me
i wish that you knew when i said two sugars
actually i meant three
i wish that without me your heart would break
i wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
i wish that without me you couldn't eat
i wish i was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep
all i know is that you're the nicest
thing i've ever seen
i wish that we could see if we could be something
Sunday, November 12, 2006
shenanigans on a granite countertop
for my friend's last night here, we all went to flat-top grill with alisha, who had previously been telling me about how fabulous the place was. as usual, she was right.
first off, i ordered a raspberry malaysian colada, which has officially redefined the word orgasmic for me. as alisha would say, i felt like i needed to be alone with myself after that drink. the food was amazing, though i was a little weirded out about the way the shrimp looked. i kept thinking about the phrase "bugs of the sea". ugh.
after dinner, we all rolled ourselves out to my car and went to blockbuster for a movie. as usual, most of the new stuff was out, but we ended up with american dreamz, with hugh grant and mandy moore. it ended up being pretty entertaining. i'm always down with the whole making-fun-of-america thing. i bet the soundtrack is just hilarious.
favorite quote from the film:
I'm not physically attracted to other people, but if you want me, I'm yours.
first off, i ordered a raspberry malaysian colada, which has officially redefined the word orgasmic for me. as alisha would say, i felt like i needed to be alone with myself after that drink. the food was amazing, though i was a little weirded out about the way the shrimp looked. i kept thinking about the phrase "bugs of the sea". ugh.
after dinner, we all rolled ourselves out to my car and went to blockbuster for a movie. as usual, most of the new stuff was out, but we ended up with american dreamz, with hugh grant and mandy moore. it ended up being pretty entertaining. i'm always down with the whole making-fun-of-america thing. i bet the soundtrack is just hilarious.
favorite quote from the film:
I'm not physically attracted to other people, but if you want me, I'm yours.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
more random than usual
in no way would i consider myself a match maker. i can't even find the right guy for me and i know me...so i don't think there is a chance in hell that i would know who is right for someone else.
this being said, i was thinking about something random today. as all who read my little corner of the internet already know, my friends bunker and elise are here for the weekend. they just celebrated their 3 year anniversary on halloween and i can't picture either one of them without the other. they know, and i know, and everyone else knows, that they will eventually get married and have lots of little bunker babies (frightening, yes...but this doesn't mean i'm not completely excited about it).
so i was thinking about how, if i hadn't introduced them at my halloween party 3 years ago, then there would be slim to no chance that the world would ever have the chance to see little bunker/woolcox babies. and their babies wouldn't have babies and then their babies wouldn't have babies, and so on and so on. so really, i'm responsible for an entire potential pyramid of infinite amounts of babies and they aren't even mine.
i will definitely not take credit for them ending up together, but it does make me smile once in a while when i see them so happy together to think that i had something to do with that happiness.
this being said, i was thinking about something random today. as all who read my little corner of the internet already know, my friends bunker and elise are here for the weekend. they just celebrated their 3 year anniversary on halloween and i can't picture either one of them without the other. they know, and i know, and everyone else knows, that they will eventually get married and have lots of little bunker babies (frightening, yes...but this doesn't mean i'm not completely excited about it).
so i was thinking about how, if i hadn't introduced them at my halloween party 3 years ago, then there would be slim to no chance that the world would ever have the chance to see little bunker/woolcox babies. and their babies wouldn't have babies and then their babies wouldn't have babies, and so on and so on. so really, i'm responsible for an entire potential pyramid of infinite amounts of babies and they aren't even mine.
i will definitely not take credit for them ending up together, but it does make me smile once in a while when i see them so happy together to think that i had something to do with that happiness.
Friday, November 10, 2006
i don't know why i'm up this early
i've decided to no longer work thursdays at kda due to the fact that it took me 2 hours yesterday to drive 27 miles to work. i came very close to freaking out in traffic. i'll still be working there on weekends because it usually only takes me 35 minutes and i can handle that. this means i'll have 2 days off in a row...like normal people.
bunk and elise are currently asleep on the futon mattress in the main room. last night they arrived 1/2 an hour late at union station, so around 10:30pm. i love waiting in the arrivals area at the train station. it's so satisfying to watch all types of people waiting impatiently for the their loved ones to arrive. i love the moment when they find the person(s) in the crowd as it exits the train and their faces light up.
we ended up going out for some drinks in wicker park after they dropped their stuff off at my place. i realized that i don't like mojitos, which i'm now going to classify as an old person drink. i hate when bunker is right. i should have trusted his bartender knowledge. after elise and i arrived at our silly stage, we started to head back, but made a pit stop at flash taco around 1:30am. while standing in the taco place trying to figure out what to eat, elise and i eyed swank frank across the street and decided to shoot over there instead. that place is a heart attack. all i can say is...fried twinkies, wth? oh yeah, we did it.
haven't decided what the plans are for today, but i figure we'll just wing it. both dennis and alisha are going to be with us tonight, so whatever we end up doing, it'll be really tough not to have fun.
bunk and elise are currently asleep on the futon mattress in the main room. last night they arrived 1/2 an hour late at union station, so around 10:30pm. i love waiting in the arrivals area at the train station. it's so satisfying to watch all types of people waiting impatiently for the their loved ones to arrive. i love the moment when they find the person(s) in the crowd as it exits the train and their faces light up.
we ended up going out for some drinks in wicker park after they dropped their stuff off at my place. i realized that i don't like mojitos, which i'm now going to classify as an old person drink. i hate when bunker is right. i should have trusted his bartender knowledge. after elise and i arrived at our silly stage, we started to head back, but made a pit stop at flash taco around 1:30am. while standing in the taco place trying to figure out what to eat, elise and i eyed swank frank across the street and decided to shoot over there instead. that place is a heart attack. all i can say is...fried twinkies, wth? oh yeah, we did it.
haven't decided what the plans are for today, but i figure we'll just wing it. both dennis and alisha are going to be with us tonight, so whatever we end up doing, it'll be really tough not to have fun.
Thursday, November 9, 2006
how did i not know about these?
in inuit legend, the narwhal came to be when a woman holding onto a harpoon was pulled into the ocean. the submerged woman was wrapped around a beluga whale on the other end of the harpoon, and that is how the narwhal was created.
some medieval europeans believed narwhal tusks to be the horns from the legendary unicorn. some believe that noah threw the unicorn off the ark and it evolved into the narwhal.
i'd like to know why they think noah threw the unicorn off the arc. possibly the other animals were jealous and he didn't want to deal with the drama? personally, if god told me to build an arc, gather up 2 of every animal, and sit through a monsoon, i'd probably be a bit testy.
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
midterm update
since stopping my meds i'm feeling a bit floaty, like i'm in a bubble. and i think i'm having hot flashes.
some new developments lately. lost a friend, but gained 2. i've reconnected with a guy i dated for a bit from cmu, ty. i don't think anyone who reads this will know who he is. hopefully we'll stay in touch for a while. he's a good guy + he makes me laugh. i'll update on new person #2 at a later date. i will say that he was the reason i was all smiles monday night.
dennis is going to see k-fed tonight. i could have actually went if i didn't have class. i'm sure everyone agrees that this is noteworthy. i'm curious to know if anyone actually goes to his shows because they like his music. if so, i'd like to meet these people and crotch punch them.
bunker and elise arrive tomorrow! this is fabulous on many levels.
p.s. mwahahaha. fuck you republicans.
some new developments lately. lost a friend, but gained 2. i've reconnected with a guy i dated for a bit from cmu, ty. i don't think anyone who reads this will know who he is. hopefully we'll stay in touch for a while. he's a good guy + he makes me laugh. i'll update on new person #2 at a later date. i will say that he was the reason i was all smiles monday night.
dennis is going to see k-fed tonight. i could have actually went if i didn't have class. i'm sure everyone agrees that this is noteworthy. i'm curious to know if anyone actually goes to his shows because they like his music. if so, i'd like to meet these people and crotch punch them.
bunker and elise arrive tomorrow! this is fabulous on many levels.
p.s. mwahahaha. fuck you republicans.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
sleepy
i just finished registering for my spring 2007 semester.
ENG 432B: Poetry Writing II - Frank Rogaczewski (Tu 6-8:30pm)
ENG 422: 19th Century American Women's Fiction: "Scribbling" the Great American Novel - Larry Howe (Tu 2-4:30pm)
ENG 434A: Creative Non-Fiction Writing I - Janet Wondra (W 6-8:30pm)
the only one i'm nervous about is creative non-fiction. it's with janet at least. i figure i can try to do some writing over break and get a feel for the genre. i can see my non-fiction pieces just being really long poems though. i hope i don't suck.
ENG 432B: Poetry Writing II - Frank Rogaczewski (Tu 6-8:30pm)
ENG 422: 19th Century American Women's Fiction: "Scribbling" the Great American Novel - Larry Howe (Tu 2-4:30pm)
ENG 434A: Creative Non-Fiction Writing I - Janet Wondra (W 6-8:30pm)
the only one i'm nervous about is creative non-fiction. it's with janet at least. i figure i can try to do some writing over break and get a feel for the genre. i can see my non-fiction pieces just being really long poems though. i hope i don't suck.
i've had a new revelation...
revision
Take the Red Line to Loyola
She blows smoke through matted strands
while the homeless ask if she has a place to stay.
She ignores their grime with only a fidget,
picturing herself at home on a park bench.
It’s late and she knows she’s sweet flesh
propped up against the subway concrete.
She waits for her stranger to retrieve her
and initiate her into this urban world.
Introductions take moments in November—
she follows obediently with quick steps as
he towers over her with a Travolta drag
and the stench of masculinity.
There’s a hello and he hands her a joint.
She’s crossed-legged on the couch just minutes
before he invites her into his room, his mouth,
and his god-like body.
She is woman inside his giant grasp,
terrified under his colossal form.
She needs to rip his body apart—
whisper against fingers and listen to palms
because his desire fulfills her now.
His body is firm and blankets her as she
trembles. For these moments she is beautiful;
In these moments she feels she is lovely.
She blows smoke through matted strands
while the homeless ask if she has a place to stay.
She ignores their grime with only a fidget,
picturing herself at home on a park bench.
It’s late and she knows she’s sweet flesh
propped up against the subway concrete.
She waits for her stranger to retrieve her
and initiate her into this urban world.
Introductions take moments in November—
she follows obediently with quick steps as
he towers over her with a Travolta drag
and the stench of masculinity.
There’s a hello and he hands her a joint.
She’s crossed-legged on the couch just minutes
before he invites her into his room, his mouth,
and his god-like body.
She is woman inside his giant grasp,
terrified under his colossal form.
She needs to rip his body apart—
whisper against fingers and listen to palms
because his desire fulfills her now.
His body is firm and blankets her as she
trembles. For these moments she is beautiful;
In these moments she feels she is lovely.
Sunday, November 5, 2006
i miss anna
i've pretty much decided to stop taking my anti-depressants. it just seems very silly at the moment and it takes $20/month out of my pocket. i've stayed on them because i'm nervous about possible side effects, but i'm on the lowest dose possible, so i shouldn't have a problem with weening myself off. i've heard horror stories about effexor withdrawal though, so i want to avoid that.
bunk and elise are visiting this coming weekend. i'm trying to think up some fun stuff that we can all do together while they're here because they will only be around for 2 full days. we always have a great time together, so i'm not really worried about it.
i've had an emotionally rough night and morning. i seldom raise my voice when i'm angry or frustrated, but i did this morning. i know most people that have met me recently probably think the idea of me yelling at someone is a bit silly and frightening at the same time...which i will agree with. i'm not a fan of angry tiffany. she ducked out a while ago and i'm not down with her making new appearances.
so when i'm off work, i just want to chill. i'm not sure with who yet, but i think there will probably be a few takers to choose from. i shall cook dinner, take a relaxing shower, and maybe watch a movie. there is also the option of sitting on the couch with ice cream and watching a bunch of episodes of a tv drama on dvd. or maybe doing poem revisions.
i also need a hug. i'm currently taking offers.
bunk and elise are visiting this coming weekend. i'm trying to think up some fun stuff that we can all do together while they're here because they will only be around for 2 full days. we always have a great time together, so i'm not really worried about it.
i've had an emotionally rough night and morning. i seldom raise my voice when i'm angry or frustrated, but i did this morning. i know most people that have met me recently probably think the idea of me yelling at someone is a bit silly and frightening at the same time...which i will agree with. i'm not a fan of angry tiffany. she ducked out a while ago and i'm not down with her making new appearances.
so when i'm off work, i just want to chill. i'm not sure with who yet, but i think there will probably be a few takers to choose from. i shall cook dinner, take a relaxing shower, and maybe watch a movie. there is also the option of sitting on the couch with ice cream and watching a bunch of episodes of a tv drama on dvd. or maybe doing poem revisions.
i also need a hug. i'm currently taking offers.
Saturday, November 4, 2006
sometimes i'm witty
ty said this was my quote of the day...
i think all writers are just brilliant slow people
unless they suck
then they're just slow
i think all writers are just brilliant slow people
unless they suck
then they're just slow
update from the receptionist desk of kda
my mom came in thursday night and yesterday we went to see the kirov ballet at the auditorium theatre. kathy put us in the 1st upperbox on the left, which was wonderful. i could see right down into the orchestra and it was like we were right above the stage. plus, we got our own little box. i felt like abraham lincoln, but not as important or assassinated.
swam lake was just amazing. there aren't words to describe how beautiful these dancers were...so graceful and exact. the wardrobe was simply gorgeous. the way the principal dancer moved was just like a swan. i'm seriously still in awe right now. i didn't know the human form could move like that.
i hate that someone can basically say anything negative about me and i will automatically get defensive. i've never been a very self-confident person, but lately i'm very much okay and even happy with who i am, but i still react the same because that's what i'm used to. i'm also very sensitive.
it bothers me that someone that is supposed to be a close friend practically accused me of being shallow. this is the second time he's done this actually. last time he said it was because he knew it was something that would hurt me, because i practically define myself by my depth of emotion and open-mindedness. hell...i'm a writer. i've recently had to start moderating what i say to him because it seems like he searches for things to find wrong with me. if anyone can relate to this, it's exhausting and quite honestly, not worth the effort. personally, i think it's pretty shallow to attack someone who doesn't share the exact same views as you or does not approach something the way you do. i have a very diverse group of friends and if i said something everytime they said or did something i didn't agree with completely or would do differently, i wouldn't have any friends left.
phewww...i feel better now. i also just worked on three poems in the past few hours and feel really good about the revisions. now if it was only 5 o'clock and i could go home and cook dinner life would be utterly peachy.
swam lake was just amazing. there aren't words to describe how beautiful these dancers were...so graceful and exact. the wardrobe was simply gorgeous. the way the principal dancer moved was just like a swan. i'm seriously still in awe right now. i didn't know the human form could move like that.
i hate that someone can basically say anything negative about me and i will automatically get defensive. i've never been a very self-confident person, but lately i'm very much okay and even happy with who i am, but i still react the same because that's what i'm used to. i'm also very sensitive.
it bothers me that someone that is supposed to be a close friend practically accused me of being shallow. this is the second time he's done this actually. last time he said it was because he knew it was something that would hurt me, because i practically define myself by my depth of emotion and open-mindedness. hell...i'm a writer. i've recently had to start moderating what i say to him because it seems like he searches for things to find wrong with me. if anyone can relate to this, it's exhausting and quite honestly, not worth the effort. personally, i think it's pretty shallow to attack someone who doesn't share the exact same views as you or does not approach something the way you do. i have a very diverse group of friends and if i said something everytime they said or did something i didn't agree with completely or would do differently, i wouldn't have any friends left.
phewww...i feel better now. i also just worked on three poems in the past few hours and feel really good about the revisions. now if it was only 5 o'clock and i could go home and cook dinner life would be utterly peachy.
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