Because I did nothing significant but reorganize my bookshelves today, I give you a short story I wrote for Creative Writing. I warn ye though, it is rather depressing.
(Oh, and I apologize to my fellow bloggers, as the text cut won’t show up on our shared blog page, and it is kind of long.)
I spent most of last night up awake, watching the snow fall. It just kept coming, in big heavy flakes and I just couldn’t pull myself from the window. It reminded me of my childhood, of growing up in South Dakota where it seems to snow for months. I lost that in California. It’s nice to have it back.
Max has to study for a final tomorrow, so I think I will spend much of my day sprucing up the house and maybe painting. I must finish my Christmas cards tomorrow!
…my life has gotten far more boring since school ended.
I think if I have any strength in this world, it’s that I am a really empathetic person. To most people this means that I am overemotional, but they usually fail to understand what impact empathy can have on a person. My empathy is why I write poetry, it’s how I can read Max like a book, it’s why I can feel the tension in a room and how I know what present is perfect for someone. I have always been interested in perspective, and even more than that, breaking through perspective.
I can attribute most of these feelings to a book I read in the fourth grade. It was called Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech. I remember it was one of my favorite books, and one of the main themes of the story was empathy as a source for understanding. I think I built a lot of who I am on that book, actually.
Anyway, I recommend it, if you need a quick winter read. It’s simple (again, I read it in grade four) but it’s a great story (and it won a Newbery!)
…someone just threw a snowball in my window. Why do jerks have to ruin such quiet nights as these?
Today was a very lazy day…
tomorrow we are planning on doing crafts. I love my boyfriend/friends. :)
I recently found my watercolor paints (!!!), and as a result, I give you a little present I made for Max:
I love him.
Today Max and I had our Medical Anthropology Final, which just so happened to be my final…final. Hooray for I am done. Now all I have to worry about is sending out Christamas cards and getting the house clean.
Looking back, I think I did alright. Definitely better than last year, though I think I could have done a bit better if I tried a little harder. I will make sure I do not make the same mistake next term.
I realize that it is getting a bit late to buy Christmas presents online, but just in case you are in need of some last minute gifts, I thought I would post some of my favorite online stores.
So there you have it, some of my favorite places to shop when I have a holiday or a birthday coming. I find it easier to rely on an online store than to buy something in person and ship it myself, especially when I am buying gifts for my friends and family in the states. (Less hastle with the mail)
What are your favorite online stores?
I wanted to mix it up a little. Thus, I present to you a Random List:
Because I am studying for 2 exams whilest also composing an essay, I have decided to spam you with some of my poetry:
Canary
Society girl
two coats wrapped about
two cold shoulders
pearls that catch
the reflected rainfall,
they swing from her tree trunk neck.
Eyes that shine
coral on a reef
with fish darting, dancing about
her seaweed hair.
Her lips are a plum,
sharp white teeth
against a black tongue
her fingers, narrow
wrapped about a stiff black cigar
She bubbles and floats along conversations
ever aware that
her canary heart
is breaking.
Love
He found himself ill
about a week ago
he refused to go to the hospital
so she drove him
and paid for his medications
even though he had the money
Now she stands in the kitchen
slowly stirring chicken soup
staring absently into the yellow mix
seeing the future like
an old woman at a carnival
her pale hands resting on the spoon
And he lies on a sick bed
wide awake from too much sleep
reading Peter Pan
like he did when he was nine
years before his path crossed hers
I drive her to the hospital
as she doesn’t trust me enough
to hold the cooling soup
and before I can stop the car
she’s in his room
talking about Neverland
I wait around for awhile
watching them fall in love
their voices raise and lower
in dreams and memories
until the chatter numbs me
and I fall asleep at the window
When I awaken the sun has fallen
and she sleeps in a small heap
next to him on the pale sheets
while his chest rises and falls
and the tiny tubes in his nose
entwine themselves in her hair
I wake her from a happy sleep
and she wakes him with a kiss
and a promise to return tomorrow.
And as we cross the parking lot
to take her home
she speaks of the future
that she saw in his chicken soup.
One of the very few things that I dislike about residence life is doing laundry. Actually, doing laundry in Totem wasn’t that bad, I just had to drag my laundry bag to the elevator and I was practically there, no, I think it is doing laundry in Fairview that bugs me the most.
First off, Fairview has three laundry rooms, each of these have seven washers and seven dryers. For the first couple months this worked out pretty well. Rarely did we have to pull someone else’s laundry out to put ours in, and there were usually washers/dryers available when we needed them. It sucked to have to walk to the laundry room outside, but it was pretty close.
Well that was until about a month ago, when (I can only assume) drunken partyers broke into our laundry room and yanked the doors off a couple of dryers, and made a mess of the facilities, because now that laundry room, our laundry room, is out of commission. This means we have to haul our laundry to the next closest laundry room which, frankly, isn’t all that close. And now that there are twice as many people sharing this one laundry room, it is nearly impossible to find an empty machine. The room is practically full of clothes (because, for some reason, there are quite a few people out there who just throw it in the washer and forget about it) and half of the machines are broken. Twice tonight we left our clothes in a machine, only to come back half an hour later to find them not even wet. (This inconvenience led to the laundry trip costing just under 13 dollars for 4 loads.) Pair that with the crappiest weather ever and some less-than-fashionable laundry day clothes, and we did not have a fun evening.
All-in-all I am just happy to have clean clothes, I just shudder to think of next week, when I plan on washing all the bedding…
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