all work and no play makes miranda a little neurotic...
Mood:  rushed
Now Playing: True Love Waits- Radiohead (live)
ah yes this brings back memories of college alright, I am cramming it all in at the last minute. funny thing is my mentor seems to compliment most of my essays that I write at the last minute, and the ones I take forever on, well, not so much. so, hmm...I guess that means I work best under pressure. I think maybe the longer I think about something the more convoluted it becomes. truth is I think too much. is that called obsessing?

but I think I just eeked out a poem so thats good. I don't know if I like it, nor do I know if I want to show it to anybody. its one-a those "dangerous" poems, haha. but really, anyone who wants to be an artist can't be afraid to expose themselves. hmm...ok that sounded a little bit odd. I am not endorsing streaking or public indecency. ;P hee hee. maybe I should not have any more coffee for right now I think its making me a bit loopy.

well I should get back to work. just thought I would indulge myself and waste a few minutes talking to myself in the form of a website. its kind of fun. sending unread missives into the web ether...

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i tried to bribe the undertaker...
Now Playing: Honey- Tori Amos (live)
I just realized how awesome this song is. I mean, again of course...its like narrow knives in the heart, really. just the music of it. fucking beautiful. tori's piano can just get me like nothing else can sometimes. It seems to be one of her darker songs, but very vulnerable in many ways. Ok i have to learn to play this. I can't play piano at wall, but I am going to figure it out anyway. I do hear a guitar in there though. it really should have been on under the pink. *sigh* I am a raving lunatic after...well shit its not even midnight yet. bah.

there's blood in these veins...
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Shadows - yo la tengo
freewrite, after work

words, I use them endlessly, or these words, are they using me? this is not my poetry, my daily bread, my self-sufficiency...I do not hold them in my power, and hour after hour they escape me like the phantoms of my past and future...who will heal the sutures? what wounds may I inflict in knowing what I know? where do all these words go? released like breath they resound with death and life all the same...who is it that will say my name and know its worth?

not my usual style, but an interesting release.

first cup of coffee...
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: That Day-Poe
So I think today could go either way really. I think also that I have found another way to waste time. They are endless.

it really depends on the next hour or so...

here we go again...
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: how beautiful you are-the cure
so I am up late at night on this damned thing and I can't even get the background image to load. grrr. f*cking computers. I don't know html code and that sucks.

*sigh* i suppose i could try learning it.

my grandma gave me some cuttings of her plants this weekend so thats kind of cool...I like plants. sometimes I like them better than people. when I got home from being gone for four days my two pepper plants that haven't given me anything yet were up to two feet tall and one has flowers on it so maybe I will get some peppers before the first frost. but see, they're in a pot, so I can take them inside. clever, aren't I?

in other news I have alot of shit to do and I am procrastinating. but its ok its stuff I like to do and I just might be inspired enough to get 10-14 poems written in the next week. shit. possibly not. oy. gotta read some books too.

oh and the post office finally tried to deliver my bass amp I ordered, but of course, while I was gone. and we stopped the mail, but ah, they came. figgers. oh well I can pick it up tomorrow. speaking of tomorrow, it is tomorrow, so I am going to bed. adieu, and goodnight.

officially joining the club...
in the voyeuristic world, i might as well tell everyone what i think and the details of my day down to when i changed my roll of toilet paper. everyone else is doin it. hahaha. but really, thats not realistic. most likely this will be an erratic excersize in fits and starts, ragged or smooth, depending on my impulse.

so...my first entry is lame and boring...but you have to start somewhere. but im tired and don't give a **** right now so nighty night.