in hopes

that i may capture something this beautiful In lieu of October's end approaching at a very rapid pace. I thought I better get on this poem. Just the idea of the title moreso.

Poppies in October: By Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

between 10-20 more pages to go. oh wow. let the editing begin soon. bring on the rest of the devil semester. you are so close to ending. then I can remember that I have a life of vagabond existence ahead of me. oi vey.


ps. i'm about to post a photograph, I can't help but laugh and smile when I look at it. oh memories

Media Crit is sucking the life out of me

And I only have seven pages; 43 more to go.

Wake up, it's time. " Wake up, it's raining outside." This is a text message I and ashley wells received at 2 am from Daniel Cook. Sadly, I had just gone to sleep. At about 5 am I read this message but was too tired to do anything about it. I woke up very sad that it was not pouring rain but rather it was drizzling. But none the less, I wore rain appropriate attire, my lovely argyle jcrew cardigan, yellow high top chucks, and this scarf. As I walked out the door and got to my car, I had to change the cd to Norah Jones. You just have to sometimes you know, I had her in my head all day. After class and internship, Jessi Duke and I go get our taco tuesday fix. Three weeks in the running now. We get in the car and the best phrase of the day, "Did you put Norah Jones in the car because it's been raining." Oh, she knows me so well. Later that night, after many hours of procrastination, I drop Jessi off and I go to the bridge to do my Media Crit paper. As I'm writing my paper it begins to pour. I was like a little school girl and got the chance to use my J.Crew umbrella for the rest of the night. It was bliss. I went to bed at 5ish am, [I almost slept in the bridge because i didn't want to deal with finding a parking spot in the neighborhood, but then realized i'd be wearing the same clothes two days in a row]. As I crawled into bed, our window was open and I feel asleep to the loudest rain hitting the pavement. Awaking at 8 am to start the day. The 24 hours was beautiful with the exception of writing my paper. If you are friends with bethany lomas, there is a grand video message i left her about this paper that i'm writing. "the midwest wanted me to say hi, so hi" This was a message sent to me today, I must say I am missing the midwest lately.

my love my calm
my father my master
use my hands; create beauty
use my feet to go where you go
my heart is safe in you
I am only yours
change me
amen

martha stewart has nothing on me

Although, I may check out her DIY section far too frequently

This weekend has been grand. I needed the rest, although I will beat myself over the head for it this week. It's going to be another tough one. That's how it goes.

I've been so productive this weekend.

A couple of months ago, I bought this cute little desk from a thrift store. The only problem was it was covered in stickers and crayon.



It wouldn't have done so well in my room. So, I went to homedepot and picked up some oops paint.

I painted my desk and it looked beautiful

Then I also bought a shelf to go above my desk, and it fell onto my desk and kind of biffed it up a bit.

I've been bitter at those shelves for a couple of months now. Also bitter than I didn't understand how to find studs in a wall. But enough was enough. I had to overcome my fear of this darn shelf. Becca and I took a short walk to homedepot and bought me some studs. I drilled some holes and now there is a shelf with only a couple of scars later. Yes, i did bleed in the process and have a nice bump on my nose, don't ask.





there's some minor stuff that i'll originally get around to doing but it's what i've got.

I also did laundry and baked some rosemary bread. Yummy.

Also this week I made some rad guacamole. Maybe even better than Lor and Erica's El Chico skills.

Other highlights of the week. Sayhitoyourmom [teenagehood dream to see them] and I did not hear let's talk about spaceships and David Bazan of Pedro the Lion. Also another favorite. His voice is so smooth. Detroit was packed.

Abolition of Man will change your life. Read it. Someday I will do a blog on itself someday.

It was good to see an old friend. Really good actually.

Other happenings of this week, I have had the strangest feelings this week. I could write out a story and never expect it to happen. Then everything I wrote began to come true. By chapter 3
the story shifted. Ten chapters later loose ends are connecting again. But those last ten chapters were only outlined notes to see where the characters could possibly reach to. Now, it's time to start writing again, will this happen too?