2.27.2007
He gave me back my smile, but he kept my camera to sell.
It's really comforting to know that even in times of profound emotional stress, I can still pull off A grades. Maybe being a member of the Ex-Perfectionist Downward Academic Spiral club isn't so bad after all.
"Everybody misspells the word definitely. And ridiculous. Which is ridiculous."
It's ten thirty.
I'm eating a cookie and bemoaning and/or rejoicing the fact that my black riding pants were scandalized last night while I was supposed to be writing a Women's Studies commentary on the social knowledge of disability, which I'm being forced by time constraints to write now, four hours before it's due. Bemoaning because who the hell knows when I'll next do laundry and I had wanted to wear those pants tomorrow. Rejoicing because, well, that really requires no explanation, now does it.
My life, right now, is nothing short of ridiculous. Definitely.
I'm eating a cookie and bemoaning and/or rejoicing the fact that my black riding pants were scandalized last night while I was supposed to be writing a Women's Studies commentary on the social knowledge of disability, which I'm being forced by time constraints to write now, four hours before it's due. Bemoaning because who the hell knows when I'll next do laundry and I had wanted to wear those pants tomorrow. Rejoicing because, well, that really requires no explanation, now does it.
My life, right now, is nothing short of ridiculous. Definitely.
2.25.2007
As long as she's got noise, she's fine.
I'm connecting really profoundly with Dar Williams right now, and I have to write a sestina in one night.
O, explosive poetry.
O, explosive poetry.
2.21.2007
life is a sleazy stranger, and this is his favourite bar
What I would really like to know right now is where the hell my first semester work ethic went. It's all well and good to be a member of the Ex-Perfectionist Downward Academic Spiral club in theory, but shooting sophmore year to hell in a handbasket in practice is currently not looking all that appealing.
There is a trip to be made to Gabriola this weekend. Somehow, I don't think a whole lot of work will be accomplished there, but Camels will be smoked and Scrabble will be played and Caesars will be consumed. And I'll see the stars. I miss the stars. They're not the same in the city.
On the whole, though, my dear Reading Week, you are treating me rather well.
- we were just talking about what a versatile little... thing rice is.
- chelsea, i think the haulocaust is at the bottom of my tea cup.
- no more marijuana for you.
- I know. I know, right? That's coool.
Right. Cool. Cool.
There is a trip to be made to Gabriola this weekend. Somehow, I don't think a whole lot of work will be accomplished there, but Camels will be smoked and Scrabble will be played and Caesars will be consumed. And I'll see the stars. I miss the stars. They're not the same in the city.
On the whole, though, my dear Reading Week, you are treating me rather well.
- we were just talking about what a versatile little... thing rice is.
- chelsea, i think the haulocaust is at the bottom of my tea cup.
- no more marijuana for you.
- I know. I know, right? That's coool.
Right. Cool. Cool.
2.19.2007
that was just a dream some of us had
I put my worry stone in the wash by accident and it broke. I found one half in my pocket, but I don't know where the other is. Sucked into the Cook Street Village Laundromat fifth dimension, I guess. Sigh. I hope this isn't symbolic of something.
lol @ text messages
chelsea: I just got a T5 in the mail. What do i do?
dad: panic - just kidding - send by mail & I will process 4 U
dad: panic - just kidding - send by mail & I will process 4 U
2.18.2007
Yeah, that's what I should do.
I'm listening to These flowers are coming up wild... and reading David McFadden and drinking wine.
This, tonight, is probably a deadly combination. Oh well. No one ever said being a masochist would be easy.
This, tonight, is probably a deadly combination. Oh well. No one ever said being a masochist would be easy.
yeah i use kitchen scissors
tonight i had about eighty-five revelations
i should really give sobriety a try for a while
but it's so grim
on the bright side
there are tulips on my coffee table
all red and orange and glowing
like a slow presense
in the light of my rice paper
lamp and i bought them on my way home
from the beach this afternoon
because they were beautiful in their buckets
at the fairfield corner store and i had twenty dollars in my pocket
so what the hell
you know?
and you know
i know how sylvia felt now
exposed in the barren hospital bed
and i can't stop thinking
about the last time i had sex on the couch
i'm sitting on but
they can read my mind
these ravenous flowers and i swear i can see them
blooming
ten mouths opening
in protest
***
this is not a poem
i'm just stoned
i should really give sobriety a try for a while
but it's so grim
on the bright side
there are tulips on my coffee table
all red and orange and glowing
like a slow presense
in the light of my rice paper
lamp and i bought them on my way home
from the beach this afternoon
because they were beautiful in their buckets
at the fairfield corner store and i had twenty dollars in my pocket
so what the hell
you know?
and you know
i know how sylvia felt now
exposed in the barren hospital bed
and i can't stop thinking
about the last time i had sex on the couch
i'm sitting on but
they can read my mind
these ravenous flowers and i swear i can see them
blooming
ten mouths opening
in protest
***
this is not a poem
i'm just stoned
2.17.2007
went to a party down a red dirt road
This afternoon I should really do my laundry, but the sun is out and I slept until twelve thirty for what feels like the first time in my entire life, so I am going to the beach instead. I will probably be the only one who understands that logic.
I love reading week a lot.
The end.
I love reading week a lot.
The end.
2.15.2007
Some Imagist Poets?
I really hope that after today, I can stop having anxiety dreams ridden with impossible deadlines and general academic and emotional squalor and chaos, because this is getting ridiculous.
I have these elaborate fantasies of reading week as ten days of pure bliss: me curled on my couch with tea and editing poems and doing all my readings and writing papers and watching the movies I'm advised to watch on my Women's Studies syllabus. No social contact, no getting dressed, the reestablishment of my eighty-five year-old sleep schedule. But somehow I don't think it will wind up this way. Sigh. I have never been so tired.
I have these elaborate fantasies of reading week as ten days of pure bliss: me curled on my couch with tea and editing poems and doing all my readings and writing papers and watching the movies I'm advised to watch on my Women's Studies syllabus. No social contact, no getting dressed, the reestablishment of my eighty-five year-old sleep schedule. But somehow I don't think it will wind up this way. Sigh. I have never been so tired.
2.14.2007
all these tripping iambs
The best part of today is that I'm still working under one huge deadline, and I'm not working.
LOL @ my grades getting shot to hell in a burlap sack.
Whatev, man. What the fuck ev.
LOL @ my grades getting shot to hell in a burlap sack.
Whatev, man. What the fuck ev.
