Well this was an eventful week. Russ was over for the entire week again - we went to a museum, got some new pets, had a little party at Gram's house - I think he had a blast. Me, I'm just exhausted now. Still, I managed to make it to the bar tonight for Doc's radio fundraising shindig and discovered he actually does have a lovely baritone, something he's told me before. The music really was too loud there, but how often do you guys get to watch your professor's sing onstage? Twice in one night in fact
Dunno how much they made, but it was enough to at least finance a show. Our last project has been picked up by a larger station, and we're pitching the new one to some larger stations as well, which is good for me cause I could use the writing credit on my resume.
The rest of my week can be summed up in pictures:
Russ' fish died, so I bought hermit crabs! This is the larger, adventurous one, Magellan. The other is shy; I still haven't managed to coax him out. I named him Sebastian.
My new pets are super-into climbing the skinny, plastic palm trees attached to their water bowl. I'm going to have to get a bigger cage and something for them to climb on.
I had hermit crabs way back in the third grade, and I do not remember these pets being so funny. They love those stupid trees; the smaller one climbed up and stayed there for hours; Magellan got up and did a victory pose
Chocolate face from the party cupcakes Gram was babysitting my cousin, Chloe, who is Russ' age. She told Gram that she wanted to have a party, so Gram bought some dollar store toys and some cupcakes. It was all very cute
On out way to the Mid America Science Museum. We stopped at a McDonald's gas station for breakfast and I was pleasantly surprised by the nice view.
Walking to the museum. The boy on the right is another cousin of mine, Joe.
The museum had a section of nets and tunnels to crawl through; I didn't mind the dark/ dim lighting, but those tunnels were absolute murder on my knees. I was still sore three days later. The boy behind Russ is the third kid that was on this trip, Kaleb, another cousin. Gram was watching one of my aunt's boys while she did something or another related to nursing school.
Digging for dinosaur bones - I would have loved this as a kid; I had aspirations to be a paleontologist back in second grade.
One more: I wanted to share this because I think it's hilarious. One of the neighbors out near my parents house bought some ducks a while back - this is the only one left. I don't know what happened to the rest; I didn't know there were others until recently.
Anyway, my family lives a ways out of the city. It's not a suburb, but it isn't the country either. But there are these deep ditches along stretches of road, and a section of one of those ditches has a very large, permanent puddle where this duck hangs out. There's even a tree at the edge of his little pond so he can have some shade. And nearly every time I drive to my parents house, there's this duck, just chilling out in his own private lake.
I swear, it's one of the funniest things I've ever seen. A duck in a puddle. Granted, a large, fairly deep puddle, but still. I just giggle to myself every time.
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Controlour lips pressed lightly
like a petal to a bedsheet
but it was not flowers
or sweat stained satin
it was a mark, a claim
and I still don't know
who wants to own who
or who pressed harder
with a mouth of thorns
tell me everything cause I don't get it
I just want to know why it seems like when
goodbyes were said...
you were quick to say 'em
watch him walk,
back and forth.
back and forth.
and while your mouth grimaces,
your eyes are here to stay.
he had given you a smile
and you threw his gift away angrily;
convincing yourself it didn't fit
but the fabric was silk and it swallowed you
into a luxury you'd never known.
with a shaky voice you
unsheathed your courage and
wilded it in the face of the dragon
unsure if you wanted to slay it,
or be slain.
laying there under his stars,
your naked gooseflesh stinging
under the touch of the wind's balmy thumbs
but his fingers never even whispered a single syllable to you.
you wanted to rip his eyes out of his head
so maybe he'd finally look at you.
he wound out roads
for miles between you
and while driving on them
you turned on the radio,
hoping for a little silence from your
he had constantly been h
God is...i met God at the laudromat
(one of those unassuming little places,
with cracked, but not peeling, linoleum tiles
and white walls partially covered
with do-it-yourself wooden paneling,
joined to a salon like the ones
your grandmother would frequent,
back when hair stylists
were only hairdressers.)
and He was so lonely looking
He smiled when i bought m&m's
(peanut, my favourite)
as if He knew i only bought them
because of the retro vending machine.
(it took nickels and dimes,
and you pulled a little knob
to get anything from it.)
together, we listened to the thrum of the dryers
and the click of buttons and zippers
tumbling against their insides.
we sat there quietly,
and i thought about all those God-fearing people,
all that lip service and smiles on Sundays,
but those same lips would make a deal with the Devil,
or anyone else who could get them ahead in this fleeting world.
and maybe i'm too cynical
(i know not everyone is like this),
but i met God at the laundromat
WarmthYour skin glances
off mine, and
in the shadows.
NotesJack approached his new colleague Ms. Bösendorfer as she stood using the photocopier.
“Melody,” he said, “I wonder, do you have the notes for…”
“I’m going to have to stop you there,” said Ms. Bösendorfer, turning to look at him. “You mustn’t use my first name.”
“Oh,” said Jack. “Sorry—I didn’t mean anything... Yes, I suppose we haven’t been properly introduced yet.” He put out his hand. “I’m Jack.”
Ms. Bösendorfer took his hand and shook it firmly once before releasing it again. “Lovely to meet you, Jack. But you still shouldn’t use my first name.”
“Right. If you prefer…” said Jack.
“It’s not a case of what I prefer.” Ms. Bösendorfer sighed. “I suppose you’d better know.” She looked away slightly. “Once someone has said my first name three times, I instantaneo
A Letter to MozartI have a confession to make.
I think we should break up.
Don’t get me wrong, you are a collection of stars. Every time I hear that little night music I look up in the sky and I see your magnificent constellation shining ever-so-bright down upon me. I am so thankful for our little infinity, but I just can't see this working out.
Anyone with eyes could see what a distinguished composer you are. What with your sumptuous symphonies and celebratory sonatas, you are a heartthrob; oh, what I would give to have you tickle my ivories if even just once. But you see, I think I’ve had enough of your distasteful dissonance. All that’s left between us are aggravating augmentations and catastrophic cadenzas.
I wish that I could taste our mellifluous melodic memories one last time. Last I remember we shared such a charming concerto; now all I’m left with is a wasteful waltz. What happened to those fantastic fantasias we were always dreaming of?
We used to have such grace and su
rise and shinedaybreak is a vial
of liquid amber
spilt out against the sky
when I wake up.
there is enough warmth
between us, I think,
to coax the very sun
the press of you
against my back, the
swell of you
within my chest.
and perhaps the sun awakens
to see the breath and motion
of people like us,
drowsy in our crowds
you stir behind me,
and it blinks
its bleary eyes.
crooked blue linesi took a photo of my face and saved it in a document
i changed the file from .JPG to .txt
i wrote I DON'T NEED YOU TO LIKE ME into the body of the text of my face
until my face disappeared
i am thinking about the summer
when i bought large bags of chips
and hid them around the house
i didn't let myself eat them
but i wanted to own them
so no one else could eat them either
i had a feeling of not wanting to sleep again
and experienced migraines in two different countries
i threw up in a club and then passed out on the floor
the floor was very sticky
the lights seemed to make the room more dark
than if it had been a room without lights
i hadn't been drinking
so security let me come back in
a half hour later
that night a man in a mcdonald's told me
i was pretty enough to do anything with my life
and could even be a waitress
i consider this a good summer
i was very productive
i like these feelings: exercise, studying, being hungry, making lists
i like the thought that if i repeat this proce