oh yes!
i forgot to mention..... today... i saw a car..... oldish beat up white car... teenage girl driving... license plate: WOODY1
April 16th, 2001
anouncement
dora's birthday on the 13th was cause for celebration. so you know.
things i'm sure you all want to know, and dan the pretentious artist
so last nite i tried dave's suggestion of sleeping naked. i slept reeeally well. so yeah, you should all sleep naked now. with me. or not, as the case may be.
(actually, i wore socks, cuz otherwise my feet get cold)
and on a completely unrelated note, i randomly got inspired today coming back from class, and wrote 2 poems. they both, however, are still in the process of being created, and i now submit them to the critique of my readership. somehow they both have acquired 2 endings, and i don't know which to keep. what say ye? (and any other comments you care to make on them would be cool too)
(and my excuse for the odd tone of them both is that i read 2 william carlos williams poems today, and he's wacky)
that dark-haired man of impeccable taste
that dark-haired man
of impeccable taste
has a secret he confided to me one dark night
over too many glasses
of fine
wine.
now, whenever he retires for the evening
for a stroll about the neighborhood
i share his guilt
because i know
and say nothing.
for if i do,
i know i will
become
his next victim.
(or)
that dark-haired man
of impeccable taste
has a secret he confided to me one dark night
over too many glasses
of fine
wine.
now, whenever he retires for the evening
for a stroll about the neighborhood
i share his guilt
because i know
and say nothing.
if i do
i know i will
become
his next victim, but
that is not why
i stay silent.
it is because i enjoy taking part
in his crimes
from the comfort of my livingroom.
soup of the day
today's special,
invented by our chef, in his kitchen
thronged by rare and fragrant spices
saffron and cardamom scenting the air, saucepans quietly simmering as he creates his masterpiece,
or perhaps stolen from some brilliant parisian
living in the gutter,
boiling rats in discarded mustard-
a true gourmet.
(or)
today's special,
invented by our chef, in his kitchen
thronged by rare and fragrant spices
saffron and cardamom scenting the air, saucepans quietly simmering as he creates his masterpiece,
or perhaps stolen from some brilliant parisian
living in the gutter,
boiling rats in discarded mustard-
do not assume he has no taste for the finer things,
that true gourmet.
(actually, i wore socks, cuz otherwise my feet get cold)
and on a completely unrelated note, i randomly got inspired today coming back from class, and wrote 2 poems. they both, however, are still in the process of being created, and i now submit them to the critique of my readership. somehow they both have acquired 2 endings, and i don't know which to keep. what say ye? (and any other comments you care to make on them would be cool too)
(and my excuse for the odd tone of them both is that i read 2 william carlos williams poems today, and he's wacky)
that dark-haired man of impeccable taste
that dark-haired man
of impeccable taste
has a secret he confided to me one dark night
over too many glasses
of fine
wine.
now, whenever he retires for the evening
for a stroll about the neighborhood
i share his guilt
because i know
and say nothing.
for if i do,
i know i will
become
his next victim.
(or)
that dark-haired man
of impeccable taste
has a secret he confided to me one dark night
over too many glasses
of fine
wine.
now, whenever he retires for the evening
for a stroll about the neighborhood
i share his guilt
because i know
and say nothing.
if i do
i know i will
become
his next victim, but
that is not why
i stay silent.
it is because i enjoy taking part
in his crimes
from the comfort of my livingroom.
soup of the day
today's special,
invented by our chef, in his kitchen
thronged by rare and fragrant spices
saffron and cardamom scenting the air, saucepans quietly simmering as he creates his masterpiece,
or perhaps stolen from some brilliant parisian
living in the gutter,
boiling rats in discarded mustard-
a true gourmet.
(or)
today's special,
invented by our chef, in his kitchen
thronged by rare and fragrant spices
saffron and cardamom scenting the air, saucepans quietly simmering as he creates his masterpiece,
or perhaps stolen from some brilliant parisian
living in the gutter,
boiling rats in discarded mustard-
do not assume he has no taste for the finer things,
that true gourmet.
dan displays excellent communication skills
right. here is the spiffy transcript of a 'conversation' i had about a half hour ago. this will amuse no one but me. luckily, i care not.
so, i'm walking along towards ham smith, and kevin is coming hte other way. he was in my freshman comp class. he's a nice guy, if kinda dull.
me: hey
kevin: hi
me: what's up?
kevin at the exact same moment: how're you?
and then we both pass each other and stop conversing. now granted, i have many converssations like this during the day because many people have decided that "how are you?" is, contrary to appearances, not actually a question so much as a greeting akin to "hello" therefore does not expect any sort of response. i've had people say "what's up" only to be confused when i actualy give them a response. i can't be the only one perplexed by this state of affairs.
so apparently sam will morte me if i don't go to fencing tonite, cuz we're voting on the constitution (i didn't even know we had one) and there have been some, er, questionable amendments proposed. i wasn't filled in as to what they are, but i guess i'll find out. anyway, she was barely restraining death at the thought of them, so they should be interesting at the least.
bah, crazy fiction lady! aparently we will be working with contemporary "mainstream" writing, not "the stuff you'd find at an airport". she amended this to say she doesn't mean to be snobby, she merely doesn't know how to teach things like that. which is well and good, but since when have i ever read/written anything mainstream? i'm not actually sure what would qualify it to be so. oh well, i'll find out i suppose.
i assume the emote for my chosen mood will be some sort of kinky thing, but i mean it literally. i'm gonna go shower after this. yay hygiene.
so, i'm walking along towards ham smith, and kevin is coming hte other way. he was in my freshman comp class. he's a nice guy, if kinda dull.
me: hey
kevin: hi
me: what's up?
kevin at the exact same moment: how're you?
and then we both pass each other and stop conversing. now granted, i have many converssations like this during the day because many people have decided that "how are you?" is, contrary to appearances, not actually a question so much as a greeting akin to "hello" therefore does not expect any sort of response. i've had people say "what's up" only to be confused when i actualy give them a response. i can't be the only one perplexed by this state of affairs.
so apparently sam will morte me if i don't go to fencing tonite, cuz we're voting on the constitution (i didn't even know we had one) and there have been some, er, questionable amendments proposed. i wasn't filled in as to what they are, but i guess i'll find out. anyway, she was barely restraining death at the thought of them, so they should be interesting at the least.
bah, crazy fiction lady! aparently we will be working with contemporary "mainstream" writing, not "the stuff you'd find at an airport". she amended this to say she doesn't mean to be snobby, she merely doesn't know how to teach things like that. which is well and good, but since when have i ever read/written anything mainstream? i'm not actually sure what would qualify it to be so. oh well, i'll find out i suppose.
i assume the emote for my chosen mood will be some sort of kinky thing, but i mean it literally. i'm gonna go shower after this. yay hygiene.
hey, whatta ya know
the dirty emote is actually dirty. good for them.
ha!
a) so the fencing constitution is now duly ratified. that was a useless way to spend 2 hours. it really didn't live up to the whatthehellness sam had implied. ah well.
b) i won at smash bros 3 times in a row! i rule! twice w/ link and once w/ kirby.
c) tomrorow sometime, the woodruff action committie, consisting of (presumably) art, mike, nick, and me if i'm around when they leave, will be going to further inspect the apparent NUCLEAR WASTE STORAGE ON CAMPUS. not that i'm making any unfounded claims, or anything, you understand. but nick went to poke around earlier today, he reports, with a flashlight.. the building has a big radiation symbol on it, it's out in the woods past the train tracks (right near hte durham water supply, i might add), and looking in the window, apparnelty it's full of barrels, each of which also has a radioactive symbol on it. hmmmm... so when we all get 3 eyes, you heard it here first.
b) i won at smash bros 3 times in a row! i rule! twice w/ link and once w/ kirby.
c) tomrorow sometime, the woodruff action committie, consisting of (presumably) art, mike, nick, and me if i'm around when they leave, will be going to further inspect the apparent NUCLEAR WASTE STORAGE ON CAMPUS. not that i'm making any unfounded claims, or anything, you understand. but nick went to poke around earlier today, he reports, with a flashlight.. the building has a big radiation symbol on it, it's out in the woods past the train tracks (right near hte durham water supply, i might add), and looking in the window, apparnelty it's full of barrels, each of which also has a radioactive symbol on it. hmmmm... so when we all get 3 eyes, you heard it here first.
