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Monday, April 23rd, 2007
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2:34 pm - blue mooooooon
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So I haven't updated this thing since February...and even that was a cop-out. So what? You wanna make a big deal out of it?
Here's a quick update of my life for those of you that care:
- I will be attending Simmons College in Boston for a two-year masters program to be a school library teacher. It's happening. I am so excited. I may stay in Massachusetts forever.
- I'm going to Paris for the first time ever the first week of June, followed by nine more days in London/ the UK. We're staying in hostels and being generally thrifty. Theatre excursions while we're in London include: Equus (Harry Potter-riffic), We Will Rock You (for the third time!), Othello (at the Globe), A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Macbeth (both at the Regent's Park open air theatre) . The very fact that I'm making this trip with one of my best friends whom I never get to see anymore makes this all doubly amazing.
- After I get back from Europe I'm starting a paid internship in creative executive communications where I'll be making just under $800 a week, which is far and away the most money I've ever been able to earn for anything. Plus, the internship looks very cushy and useful, so the work itself should be fun.
- I graduate in less than a month. This is madness.
In fun news:
- I went to Cancun for Spring Break with three of my girlfriends whom I've known since freshman/sophomore year. It was something else. I've never understood the Las Vegas ads that say "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." I always thought to myself, "What the HELL are people doing in Vegas, anyway?!" That said, what happens in Cancun, stays in Cancun. Only sort of, though. (c:
Seriously, we got a litte nutty, made fun of a lot of slutty teenagers who couldn't hold their liquor, got badly sunburned, and taught some very nice Welsh boys how to play volleyball and that not all Americans are loud and obnoxious. Aside from getting stranded in Florida for a weekend on our return trip because of inclement weather in the north east (We land in Miami after a disastrous first-leg of out trip to hear "All flights to Boston, New York, and Philadelphia have been canceled. If you are flying to one of these cities and come to the front desk to check your bags, we will reject you.") the trip was a resounding success of a senior-year Spring Break.
- A week after returning from Cancun I went to St. Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands for my surrogate "cousin's" wedding. My parents, my sister, and many of our family friends who still live in Minnesota were there, so it was nice to see everybody again. We drank a lot of rum, lazed on the beach, drove through the rainforest, witnessed beer-drinking pigs, and owned karaoke night. I also confronted my crippling fear of fish by attempting to snorkel for the first time in five years. I didn't last long, but hey, at least I tried, right?
- I'm going to Coachella next weekend. Oh my goodness, I am so freaking excited.
- My parents bought a house in Franklin, MA, and have been living here since early February. I do go home a lot, which lowers my stress level considerably. It's a killer house, too; a Frank Lloyd Wright inspired deck house. If you're in Massachusetts and want to come visit, give me a holler.
- I took my folks to a live-taping of This American Life back in February, and I think I've managed to get them relatively hooked, which makes me happy because I'm a nerd like that.
- I saw Hot Fuzz this weekend and it was terrific. The New Season of Doctor Who = fantastic. Also, I finally got my hands on a real DVD of QI: Quite Interesting. Seriously though, although there are certainly things I don't like about the UK, I will always love the majority of British comedies and BBC TV programming.
- Curling season may be over, but the new BU team is a success. I'm still going to curl with them next year, and also intend on joining a more constant league in the Fall.
I think that's all the really important stuff. I'm graduating and I have direction in my life...really can't ask for more than that. So...yeah. Things are good. I hope all of you are doing well!
current mood:  optimistic
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| Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
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12:10 am - Kite
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The second half of this gives me goosebumps. I adore this poem.
KITE
By Rives
I mistook a garbage truck for thunder.
The morning after the first night we made love,
I dreamt thunder was chasing rain
through your neighborhood,
flooding the streets and keeping the two of us
indoors for days or even weeks,
until some old prophet could drop by in an ark
to take us and the rest of the paired-up animals
to a very high place, or an island maybe,
where we could just straight
fuck
for a living.
But the thunder was a garbage truck.
And when my eyes woke up
a note on your pillow said:
"Good morning, Sparkle Boy!
I'll be back around noon.
You make yourself at home."
And so I did.
Maybe.
I'm saying maybe I put on your slippers,
which were as comfortable as bunnies
because they WERE bunnies,
and then shuffled over my new favorite
hardwood floor to the bathroom
where maybe I took a bubble bath,
which is not something I can do at my place
because, frankly, my tub is way too skanky
to ever sit my bare ass down in.
And then maybe I got so caught up
in the romance of the suds
I started quoting old Latin poetry
from my college days like:
"fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles...?
You know: "Verily a bright sun
does favor me this morning...muthafucka!!"
And then maybe I played with myself.
But it's not what you’re thinking--
I'm saying possibly I just sorta
stuck my hand up from the water, going:
(in a sultry voice, as if the hand were speaking)"Somebody got laid last night!"
Or whatever.
And then maybe I played with myself,
and it's exactly what you're thinking.
But if I did, it was only to put
the mental motion picture of our naked night together
on replay and replay and replay
so touching myself was just like...Tivo in a way.
And yes, I was still wet when I borrowed your bathrobe.
And yes, I baked apples in your oven
and then ate them with your honey, honey.
And yes, I scared the birds away from your balcony
with my antics, dancing full-blast
to your old Prince CDs--
but let's just keep that my little secret,
because nothing is as private as a solitary dance
unless--maybe-- it's standing in front
of a full-length mirror
in a borrowed pair of bunny slippers,
slipping off a bathrobe and then wishing to a lightbulb
that my name, or my game, or my something were bigger,
wondering:
"What kind of woman wants this skinny kid
for a warrior?"
And so I made for you a kite, enormous,
out of coat hangers, brown paper bags
and the masking tape from the junk drawer
in your kitchen,
and I hung it in the hallway
where you couldn't hardly miss it,
and I tagged that kite with my words,
I wrote:
"Just so you know--
My weird mind wanders and my brave heart breaks.
I've nailed some milestones, but I've made mistakes,
'cuz I've got more faults than a map of California earthquakes.
I am taking a nap beneath your covers.
Wake me if you like me.
Wake me if you want me.
Wake me if you need another poem.
Your once and future lover
has made himself at home."
current mood:  pensive
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