titles are boring

i am really sick and i’m at a debate tournament. the good news is that we broke to octas and then (unfortunately) met washburn and advanced to quarters where we dropped because the judges didn’t buy our fem k. turns out that judges don’t want to buy a fem k because 3 washburn teams dropped with 3 clear bites on 3 well-impacted feminist kritiks. oh no! we also watched monsters inc while ie rounds were going on. it’s a pretty fantastic movie and i cried when boo got scared by the monster that has to scare that little boy for his job. we didn’t get to stay for the end when they find out that little kid laughter is best for the powering of the city anyway. this is really too bad. monsters inc is a good reason why we should stay away from wormholes. we can’t guarantee that they’ll actually learn.

last night i dreamt that people were better than they actually are. how does this happen? who knows. but i woke up feeling like my entire perspective on humanity had changed and then became really depressed because i realized that people are completely guilty of all of their intentions. what the hell. so strange. but i don’t even know the details of the dream. i just woke up with this feeling. i don’t know. it’s interesting in its concepts. perhaps i’ll develop it later. or engage some of you rabid people in a discussion on the issue.

blogs are overrated now. everyone is critically analyzing the communication techniques in them. everyone has one. everyone reads them. man. i like the extra traffic but i sorta hate that they’re so flipping trendy.

in other news, my friend nicky is really sick and everyone should pray for her. this is one of the good things about blogs. it allows you to tell other people when you need them to pray for you or those around you. nicky is a really fantastic person. this isn’t doing her justice because i feel physically ill. but her problems are more severe, but hopefully not too severe.

nevermind

it turns out i didn’t fix it. i’ll try again later. if it makes anyone feel any better… the gap got smaller.

visit my last.fm account and add me as a friend.

ask me how my day went

alright you bitches. i fixed the alignment on my website. it turns out that 100 pixels difference was a big one. what was i thinking?! i don’t know. but it’s better now.

i have a headache that I think is turning into a migraine but i’m hoping it will keep its ultimate force in the reserves until after my test tomorrow. woosh.

i feel like my life has changed very, very quickly. everything is completely different than it was before but it’s in a pretty positive way, i think. i’m busy as all hell but as some have brought to my attention i pretty much like it this way and there are only a handful of friends that i wish i had better contact with. i don’t know. life seems to be pretty good, you know. all in all i’d say i’m happy. which is more than i’ve been able to or willing to say lately.

chicago was awesome. we did end up going to that burlesque show. it was pretty hawt. the dances were pretty cool though i’ll be the first to admit that some of them bothered me. there was a scene like the one in reservoir dogs that i hate where the ear gets cut off and they did all this fake head-giving to a gun stuff and i hate that. (personal fears). most of the dances were really good though. they did this really hawt school girl thing and a possibly hotter marionette dance. oh man.

the people we met in chicago were also totally worth staying with. all really amazing, totally nice people. there were a few kids from loyola-new orleans who we are taking classes at loyola-chicago this fall until their campus reopens and they were cool. weird being around more stros fans than sox fans in chicago though. hrm.

the white sox won the world series in a sweep. uuuuuugh.

did i tell everyone i saw an anaconda? that i dreamt of it? it was awesome! i dreamt that i was at the shedd aquarium in chicago and their was a cage with a little fake tree in it so i looked at it and there was an anaconda and a python hanging out in it and i exclaimed “pythons and anacondas living together?! that’s crazy!” then i woke up. the real life anaconda was intense. it was hanging out in this big tank with some fish that weren’t even afraid of it. i was afraid of it. OH NO.

there were lots of crabs at the aquarium too. they’re terrifying little critters.

there are so many trendy titles about this city

i’m in chicago and i’ve got a new layout. kthx. so take that nate.

we went to the museum of science and industry today which was good except for the animal abuse. first, they had genetically engineered frogs that just had eyes that were green. crazy. who even needs that? and they were in this little aquarium which was lame as all hell. basically… there were no rocks or things that frogs liked. there was also no mention on the info about how they had genetically engineered the desire to hang out on rocks or be happy. bastards. they also had chickens. the chickens were in a little cage on a concrete floor. literally they had larger cages for the fake pig than they did for the real chickens. my ass. save something humanely from extinction. dammit.

we also went to dinner. manicotti, it was delicious.

tomorrow we’re going to see the suicide girls burlesque show. you are all very fucking jealous. admit it.

i am no longer an inhabitant of that body

surely, life is just
a collection of deaths
each a stuttering memory
and the good parts
on repeat until the needle stops
or the pattern erodes a new melody

but then, i live
and die by my pen
like somewhere
in the bleak faded letters
their exists some face
i might recognize

i exist now
i exist right fucking now
and that’s all
the me of yesterday didn’t end
she just grew-up
and, you know, walked away

envelope eyelashes

her eyes light
burning smoke like the charcoal, ashen
stain on the sky
above a barbecue pit

the world was laughing
this time with her
((not at her))
in the dreamy silences
of times wasted

so “here” devolved
into just a word
without a definition
to all of them
it was less than
a vague concept

still her eyes kept
burning as dusk became
inarguable
and they refused to stop
conversation trading away conciousness

extraordinary machine

i haven’t blogged in forever because i’m a terrible person. but also, i’m working on a new layout which makes me not very keen on this “old” layout. so there’s that. what else has been going on? basically, i’m incredibly busy all the damned time. i’m working around 20 hours a week and taking 18 hours of class plus forensics which is at least 4 hours but usually closer to 6 hours and a thursday through sunday weekend. oi. i’ll be glad when the semester is over.

joe and i are together still and i’m extremely happy. he’s a really fantastic complement to me because we’re pretty driven and our goals are usually complimentary if not the same. it’s nice. he’s really effin intelligent too which i dig because we can pretty much always have conversations and i think we learn a lot from each other which is awesome as well.

my life seems to be alright. even when i’m stressing out about it, i still think that i’m probably pretty happy right now. it sometimes reminds me of that ani lyric in little plastic castle where she says “it’s hard to say if their happy but they don’t seem much to mind.” but othertimes i feel more optimistic than that. i got the new fiona apple cd and it’s blowing me away. the title track goes “if there was a better way it would find me…” and i think that’s pretty true. i feel like i’m where i’m supposed to be. and my past is now my past and my future is now whatever it could possibly be.

i’ve also became a relatively devout catholic. i suppose the last times i was posting i had been going to church and stuff but now it’s a weekly event. i think i’m getting a lot out of it. it’s not nearly as bad as i’d remembered it in my youth. even when i really liked going to northland i had to have a contemporary service and i remember sitting through the service just wanting to sing more or have it just be over. i think i pay more attention and the missal helps me catch up when i miss out on parts. it’s nice going at 5 too because we get like a round robin of priests which means lots of different ideas. i’m not positive but i think we have yet to have the same priest twice which is sweet just cos it means that we get tons of ideas and catholic interpretations. i think it also helps spur conversation… like i’ll talk about the direction i would’ve gone with the readings or joe will start dialogue over that passage or one or more of us will be upset about something in the homily or happy about something though i’m pretty sure it’s the other.

after mass, joe and i go to dinner which is good too… we try to always go on a date then. and sometimes we sneak in other dates if we happen to both have time. like last friday we went to get food at what ended up being red lobster and then we saw A History of Violence which was pretty good though it was sort of like a lifetime movie that just had lots of gun violence instead of bulimia or something lol. which isn’t that bad cos aren’t you always hoping people will get shot up during a lifetime movie? i’d probably recommend it, though it should’ve been a bit longer. see it at the 1.50 theater.

in escape

my past follows me
like a baby elephant
on a leash
so when i go to the butcher
he points it out
and it fascinates him
he loves me
for i am,
in plain sight,
the pieces of
his humanity
which are unattainable
at night,
she sleeps on my chest
testing the strenghts
of my ribs
or she stirs and i do too
waiting for sleep
to crush us both.