Tonight I ate organic black bean microwaveable soup.
In a rare moment spent away from all of my homework, applications, and work-work, I read through my old posts. Why do you people read this? I only kid, I love you. Some non-poems. Because I only wish I were a poet.
There is a dead raven lying in my parking space. I refuse to park there until it is gone. So for now, I will walk past it every morning and every evening and every supermarket trip and coffee run in between.
For I will consider myself a poet.
For I will write and you will call me marvelous. Brilliant even.
I was sitting in traffic
today listening to another
mellow indie song
rife with violins and
cellos when all of a
sudden I glanced up
from my forty-cent water to
see a blizzard of fat snowflakes
swirling around me
out of nowhere as
the cellos made their
grand final statement
and I smiled and thought to
myself incredulously
Is this the shit that Lifetime movies are made of?
I have an unnatural affection for natural peanut butter.
And I see the friendly neighborhood police at least once a week.
Just a couple of tidbits about La Haley.
I am:Active: My hands are still unthawing. I spent two hours on the steps of the capital building and then marched to the federal building in a wind chill of 3 degrees Fahrenheit while snow began to fall. A couple hundred people and I were out protesting the war and bush. It was absolutely wonderful to see all the people there and see all the support from those driving by and honking or flashing us the peace sign. :) My hands turned, not exaggerating, pure white with purple streaks - but standing in front of the federal building, looking out over the people and banners while the snow fell, listening to some pretty awesome speakers, I found myself so fulfilled at getting out and doing something that matters so much to me.
Stocked: I burned over 10 CDs from my dear friend Schy last night, only to find on my doorstep today the 4 new CDs I ordered from Amazon waiting for me this morning. I love the inventor of the CD burner and the postal service (both the band and the actual parcel delivery service). New Music Binge at my place.
Bendy: Seriously. At the gym today, I surprised myself at how flexible I'm getting even after only a couple weeks. Long live the butterfly and hurdler.
Thrifty: I learned how to knit last night! I have wanted to know how for years, and Schy finally taught me. Sweater, anyone? Perhaps a stylish potholder?
Contemplative: I have a lot to sort through in the next few months. Grad School? A very interesting job that I'm looking into? Move to California with my bestie (one of)? The Peace Corps? A Volunteer Project? Teaching English in another country?
Received: I got a letter from SFSU today. They received my application. I could barely hold in the excitement that the letter brought to me . . .
Honored: Dean's List, baby! Woohoo.
Booked: Spring Break 07 - The AZ, baby! :) I get to see my fabulous sister and spend a few days in a climate not containing the words "wind chill" in its daily forecast. Thank you Kristen, you are wonderful. :)
Frightened: This week is going to kick my ass. Must: work, read two poetry journals, write a 1000 word poetry paper, post another poem on blackboard, 500 word poetry essay, read poli sci book that goes *
woosh* (that was the info going striaght over my head), write a 7-page poli sci paper, make "good" comments in poli sci class, revise 2 essays for grad apps, write 3 new essays for grad apps, complete 2 grad apps and mail, start voice with a new teacher (mine had to go and have a baby . . . sheesh), write a letter to a potential employer in China . . . the list goes on and on.
is it summer yet?
or friday at the very least?
It's been a very bittersweet week.
Bitter: Stupid ass slushy streets.
Sweet: Beautiful night of snow falling.
Bitter: Not getting enough sleep.
Sweet: Spending those hours out with my girlies.
Bitter: Having a democratic theory class that is taught by a (I'm guessing) republican.
Sweet: Meeting a cute guy in group discussions today.
Bitter: Feeling so sore, walking to class is a chore.
Sweet: Knowing I'm getting healthy and it will pay off.
Bitter: Gin.
Sweet: Tonic.
Bitter: Auditioning for a choir on a whim - with 5 minutes to prepare the music. (= total humiliation and misrepresentation of my musical skills [in my opinion])
Sweet: Keeping Tuesday nights open if I don't get in.
Bitter: Being in Collegiate Choir.
Sweet: The head director let me off the hook for two rehearsals so I can go see Eric Clapton with my dad, AND . . . Incubus with my friends. :)
Bitter: Not having the proper words in Poetry class to fully explain my opinion.
Sweet: Making a witty remark later that made the whole class bust out laughing.
Bitter: Overdrawing my checking account.
Sweet: Overdraft protection.
Bitter: Getting my resume back with about a million revisions.
Sweet: Having an awesome cousin who knows what she's doing - and gives me free advice!
Bitter: Missing my besties in Ohio and Arizona.
Sweet: Talking to them throughout the week.
Bitter: Feeling so busy, I actually made a daily schedule for myself.
Sweet: Today I signed up and paid my fees - I"M GRADUATING IN MAY!
okay sorry for the length. i got carried away. i hope you all are just lovely, and if you're having a bad day, read my friend Jen's comment on my wall on facebook. you'll be thankful for your bad DAY (singular). ;) peace from the frigid midwest.
I don't know what you're doin' . . .
'CAUSE I'VE HAD TOO MUCH COFFEE! I DON"T KNOW!!!!
I just made the WORLD'S STRONGEST CUP OF COFFEE! WOOOOOOOO! So I'm a little loopy. It happens. I'm looking forward to Saturday night. I might be able to sleep by then. We'll see.
I'm writing my grad school pieces. They are on the verge of "suck-tastic" but hey, I'm trying. I'm on page 11 (22) of my "non-story" and I feel like I have a good idea of where it is going. However, in some way I need to create an overall ending that justifies my use of a non-story. This makes abso-friggin-lutely no sense, and I'm sure even less sense to you non-caffeine-buzzing people out there. I keep catching the cover of my Yoganetics book out of the corner of my eye, and this lady is shown in double on the cover (as in: Pose 1, Pose 2...you know, clever action shots and whatnot). I keep thinking she's moving. Might be time to switch to water. Maybe. Against my better judgement, I'm going to actually post this blog so you can all laught at me in the morningtime. Or make me pancakes. Whichever you prefer. Peace out homies.
Who knew my character's name would be . . .
Sophia. Meh. Why not.
I think I almost have my life in order. Almost being the key word. In the past day, I've made two more trips to the wenches at Canfield (please restrain yourselves from breaking into song), bribed my advisor in London to rush my transcripts over, and written 7 single-spaced pages (it works better for me while I'm typing - so that when I get all excited about reaching the next page, it's justified). My goal is to hit 10 pages by tonight (in between a meeting with my advisor, a much-needed trip to the rec, my 3 hour psychology class, and probably 3 hours of homework). Which, give me a moment to bitch about THAT. Graduate students should NEVER be instructors at a university. They get on some power-trip and think that assigning a 500-word essay PER CLASS, on top of 4 1000-word lit reviews, AND read our 7 texts is somewhat reasonable for a 200-level POETRY WRITING class. I thought maybe we would, you know, write poetry. I know, as a PhD student, you probably can handle a lot more, but give us a break! So - I might die this semester. Just a warning to all.
Anyhow, I need to jet. My chain-smoking, wrinkly, bleach-blonde advisor awaits. Woohoo...
Guess who's back
Back again.
Haley's back.
Tell a friend.
Pardon me. Eminem moment. And then an Incubus moment, I guess.
SO. Apparently 3 weeks have passed me by. Break was insane. And not in a good way. I can't believe I have to go to class tomorrow. I wanted to vomit as I stepped on campus today . . . which isn't too far off from what half of my break entailed. ANYWAY. The best parts included my family and friend(s). The worst parts included the stomach flu and hangovers . . . and being in Kearney in general. But it is over and done and on to new things!
I HAVE:
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a new job. I'm assisting a family friend/doctoral student here in Lincoln. Yay flexible hours.
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2 grad school applications due by Monday - nowhere near close to ready. Tonight: must kick self in the ass to do something.
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just condemned my GPA and application motivation. Laya and I bought Scrubs season 3 and Weeds season 1.
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a justifiable loathing for the wenches in Canfield Registration and Records Office.
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12 text books for 3 classes. Farewell free time.
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made resolutions. Get fit, don't procrastinate, be nice to people, drink less b- . . . diet soda, and make use of my opportunities and resources here. Whatever those may be. ;)
And now I'm out. To satisfy that whole "no procrastination" thing.
