plastic bags or cardboard boxes?

Katy Perry's song "Firework" starts with the line, "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind?" I hear the song a LOT and so I've thought about her question. I'm sure some people could relate to that, and it is a perfectly lovely song (just incredibly over played. But! I'd rather have "Firework" over played than some other songs.) Anyway, No, I have never felt like a plastic bag. I relate more to cardboard boxes. Let me explain? When you see a plastic bag stuck blowing around in a tree, or bouncing along on the ground, the first thing you think is, "is it a bird?" (ok, that's what I think. I can't exactly speak for you.) And then you realize it's a plastic bag. You might be sad that there is trash way up there in the tree, or pick it up off the ground, or you might just go on your way. But you noticed it. A cardboard box, on the other hand, sits there in its soggyness on the side of the highway and no one gives it a further glance, unless they mistake it for roadkill or it has puppies in it.) So they're both unwanted pieces of garbage, cardboard boxes are practically invisible. And no one ever mistakes them for birds. Just sayin'.

:) have a nice day!

Well imagine that.

I can't get the words out. I can't find words at all. I have time, I have a pencil, and I have paper.

And I can't find the words.

I have an idea, two ideas actually. I need to write it. But the words are being elusive today.

Imagine that.

Feb 2

So it did snow! Quite a bit! And it winded more and there are lovely large piles of snow all over campus! My first class got canceled because the classroom door was locked. (amazing!) Second class was canceled from the beginning of the semester because the prof is at a conference. Third class is a video, which he said we could watch on our own. And it just got really bright outside like the sun might come out or something. I had a lovely lunch at the dial today (alone) and saw four! people I sort of know. I'm going to go play later and take pictures!! ...Also, I'm reading the Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson for my craft of poetry class. It's brilliant, but oh so sad. (It's a novel in verse.) I started it before my first class (which turned out to be canceled) and then went back to the union to keep reading. An hour later when I looked at my watch thinking it had been twenty minutes I was almost done. (It's a quick read) It sucked me in. :) So Lara and Clarissa and I played in the snow for a few hours this afternoon. We climbed up and down the "mountains." It was fantastica! Then we got starbucks. (I got chai. mmmm) Then I got back and had a spontaneous dinner with my good friend Emily! Now I need to do homework. Happy Happy day!! :D

Randoms! :)

I am so thankful for my friends.

Tonight while I was eating my burger (but forgot the ketchup) and canned pear slices, I sat behind? next to? in front of? three girls, who were just being cruel about different people.

My wonderful friend sent me this song: Sons of Admirals-Believe in Yourself

OH MY GOODNESS. SO EXCITING!!

If you know my puppy, my mama saw a Bouvier Des Flandres (the guy in the pic is 3 mos.) at Hocking Hills when she and dad went this weekend, and she said he was a genuinely happy dog who looked like my puppy. If you don't know my puppy, you should meet him. He's real. (as in, velveteen rabbit real. :) )

It is supposed to snow a LOT. I am very skeptical about this, as it almost never snows as much as they say it will. (It would make me happy if it did though, I LOVE snow!) But! Though I am feeling skeptical about it, I am SO restless. I haven't had that much sugar today (compared to other days), and I don't know why else I would feel so giddy, so restless. It's sort of lovely. Sort of bad. Because I need to calm down at least a little for lifegroup, and then sleep... but anyways, it's the kind of squirrelly restlessness you find in kindergarten classrooms. And that makes me think (hope) it might actually snow a decent amount. (I bolded that to show you how crazy I feel right now.)

Have a happy night/day!

I'm back.

*I'm back. Well I guess I was still here, posting, but I was frustrated. I think I can get used to this current blog layout. Still miss the other one, but this will do. :)

I wrote a lot of poetry today. :)

probably got two good lines out of seven poems, but that's good. The point is to be writing. Also I love this font. :) (didn't write seven poems today- I had some that needed to be typed. Maybe wrote four today? I didn't count exactly.)

Also, Lara and I went for a really good, long, spontaneous walk in the SUNSHINE! today. While we were walking past Hanna or Univ Hall or whatever one over there, a POSSUM (opossum?) scurried by. *shudder shudder* I do not like them. Especially not in daylight. (I guess actually I like them better in daylight so I can see them and run away... but not entirely natural I don't think...) But we had a good talk too. You know you're friends with someone when you can share your embarrassing, girl stories with them. :)

Tomorrow is Monday. Three classes, a lab report to write, and then lifegroup. :)

Neruda

I have an idea for you.

Read this poem,

and listen to this song

at the same time.

Caspian- Sycamore

Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

A friend told me that Neruda wrote in green ink, because green means hope.

here's the deal

They changed blogspot. A lot.

So I think my lovely theme is gone.

bummers.

But it's the content that should make the blog, right?

and also there are some super fun fonts now.

So it'll be allll right.