Fire Marshall…

 

The angels have left their wings upon
where we place our feet -
come down the castle walls…
a bear forced out from hibernation.

 

Sometimes I wonder …

Are the guys above me having an orgy?
Here is what it often sounds like around 7 a.m, 12 – 3 pm, and 11pm – 1 am

*bump bump bump*

Yeah, yeah oh!

*bumb bumb*

Go baby go c’mon!!

*bumping more rhythmically, and creaking*

Go go go go go go yeah yeah go c’mon baby!

*bumb bump*

Fuck goddamnit fuck

*bump bump bump bump bump bump*

then all at once -

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

 

 

Either they are having an orgy,
or watching sports.

The differance between the two, at least from room 217, seems minimal.

 

I dont’ get ‘em….

Sports -
wow.

All of a sudden I’m dodging one of those wooden chairs in the lobby because Sanjay got pissed about something in the game and kicked it over.

lol.

glad I still have my knee.

 

Looking ahead…

 

     sometimes (ok a lot of the time) Caitlin and I talk about our future together – what we want to do, where we want to live, things like that. a few days back we were talking about it and I pretty much love what came up!

     Ok, I’m almost sure I’m going to go into Speech therapy. I love phonetics, I love languages – in fact I can have a fairly decent accent in most of the eauropean and scandinavian languages, once I learn the basic phonetics and a bit of vocabulary. In 6th grade I taught my teacher how to say ‘Tzipporah’. I help my Mom a lot, and also I sometimes find myself helping My French Teacher pronounce English words. lol, she even ASKS me for help sometimes. Once I got my degree, I would like to start my own private practice.

     Now, Caitlin wants to get her degree in Environmental Sciences, which I think is awesome. she would work full time, I’m not sure doing what but she knows a lot of professions in the environmental sciences area. Now, over time (we’re talking a few years), she and I would be saving up money for what she REALLY wants to do. See, Caitlin wants to have a small farm – but not a typical farm with the typical animals. She wants a farm with Llamas, camels, Angora rabbits, dogs, and more exotic animals. Now I know at first it sounds very unrealistic, but actually there are a lot of people who do this and once they get it started it is very profitable.

     See, a farm with exotic animals is year round profit. Average animals’ mils and furs sells for less since they are so common. But each season there is a good market -

Your either selling Camel’s milk and Llama’s milk (high prices for these are common), the furs (angora, chiengora, mohair, and cashmere sell very well), in the spring you can make it a petting zoo and sell off some of the babies – since nobody really eats camel, llama, or other exitic meats here you would be selling it to other prospective farmers.

She would still work part time, and I would drive into town to do my speech therapy thing.

It would be so awesome!

see, neither of us really want fancy stuff. Not interested in cable TV, just something with no channels for us to watch movies on. Big fancy car? how about a small, gas efficient car that costs way less and gets crazy good mpg…yeah that sounds better! Our biggest expenses will be from running our farm, but speech therapists wit their own private practices pull in anywhere from 80 – 150 thousand a year. Plus the profit from the farm would be pretty good, so money wouldn’t be too bad. Other than the basics – bills, taxes, the few insurances (car, health, something to cover the risks of a petting zoo), that would be it. Neither of us are big spenders.

So there you have it!
it sounds so awesome to me.

Now I know about the ‘if’s and the’but’s, so don’t think you have to remind me and get me all discouraged. any good goal has some trials and errors to it, eh?

 

 

The side effects, part 2…

Wind on a whitewall
I am made.
That simple gesture -
to hide my face in the corner…
my skin layered upon the already bleached
drywall
     (a thought abandoned)
the feeling of poorly written poetry
and tossed aside houses -

in the end I touch my eyes to remind them that
possibly -
maybe -
they could be of some use.
 

The side effects…

Adderall -

Helps me concentrate?      yes.
Helps retention of studied information?     yes.
helps control my hyperactivity?       Yes.

Adds a side effect of depression for the first few days of taking it…………yes.
          layers on the already bleached drywall -
     the feeling of poorly written poetry.

History test…..yes?

So, my guess is that I got a C on my Histroy exam. I did better than I thought I would. The identification wasn’t so bad, and my essays were smashing :P , but the short answer section might have owned me.
hmmm……

Rosenthal’s class is WAY to tough to be a GE course.
yuck.

Sometimes it sucks…

Well that hardley seems fair…..

sorry I’m starting this blog on a depressed note.

the pagoda was beautiful -
the windchimes in the cold night as earth whispered
over the rock-water fountain.

I played my guitar for the moths in the light, landing on
“All were taught of God”.

I would have played for you -
you missed out.

 

Not so much on THAT one…

Please forgive any poor grammar.

Allors, ils vont dormir ici ce soir. T.T c’est une grande probleme, parce-que j’ai une examen en l’histoire demain. J’espere ils couchent très tôt. Ma chambre est comme une hôtel. Je ne suis pas heureuse >:(.
Je suis FÂCHÉ!!!!

J’ai plus pour dire, mais mon vocabulaire est trops petit.

 

No good, no good…

Sometimes I feel like all I do is bring you down.

You are so much better than me -
so much
better…..

and I lay at night wanting to press my face into a corner,
to hide from the times that I’ve hurt you.

 

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