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[15 Feb 2012|01:55am] |
I did karaoke tonight for the very first time, and I have to say that I loved it. Heaven knows that I probably have the worst voice in the world, but it was so much fun. I really like singing the ones where it's really obvious that I'm not trying to actually sound good. Someone made me sing In Da Club by 50 Cent. And clearly, that's not a lot of singing. But it was just so funny, I laughed through most of it anyway.
I got a nice chocolate covered apple from a student. It wasn't all that bad, I guess. Only my students told me Happy Valentine's Day though. I'm not sure if that's sad or not. I had a good day anyway. Actually no, I had a really amazing day, even if no one actually loves me. That should make me sad I think, but it doesn't. I can't stop smiling, but oh well!
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[15 Feb 2012|09:39am] |
Well, I hope everyone had a brilliant Valentine's Day--whether you wanted to or not. I made it a point to tip generously every time I went to the coffee shop; they seemed to be bombarded with the neediest of neediest. And that was my gift to them for the day.
For the rest of you, I say: Come by! I still have some cookies, brownies, cupcakes and other goodies left over. Its a free for all now.
I never thought I'd say this, but, I think I'm a little chocolate'd out. I didn't have a Valentine, but the amount of love sent to me from my family took care of it, as well as the free candy given out everywhere. I've realized this holiday is simply a means to throw candy at one another, but without the extensive residential and personal decoration as with Halloween.
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[15 Feb 2012|07:39pm] |
[Submission to The Clarion, open to all to see]
Stargazing with Ravens
Midnight tolls deep and gravely, hollow sounds spill from the churches levee, By-passing walls to wander through the dreams of the forgotten, Twisting roads and ever hills never allow people their fill, Stop a moment, linger about, shadows of the lost and wanton, Watching until they find those sparks of the downtrodden Waiting for mere whispers low.
Jet black hair hanging forgotten, around a square face misbegotten. His pale skin and sunken eyes lit only by a dull gray glow Of smoky lamps, fingers stained, a passion that cannot be tamed; Rapping, turning, searching, trudging the mud just below The surface masked away from the world, ever a show Let us wander through a mad man's mind.
Obscured paths and blackbirds crow feeling more than you'll ever know A sinister looking-glass looking back to depths unrefined; The broken pieces scattered amongst the beaten and tattered, Never stop the careful dance towards the course of unconfined. From dream to day, loose words spill across the blank page unresigned Spirit of the never heart weighs heavy.
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