Lit Bit

For my poetry class this week we had to write a syllabic poem…you know, the kind where you can only have so many syllables per line…we didn’t do anything so formal as iambic pentameter or anything like that.  We just had to have a chosen odd number of syllables per line, plus a few other minor rules.  Well, I suck at that kind of poetry, it’s never been my prefered method of writing.  So I wrote one fantabulously crap poem and turned it in.  Of course I’m not actually happy with what I turned in, but no going back now.  But since I’m bored here at work and trying not to focus on the fact that my stomach is churning unpleasantly and I feel like I’m going to puke, I decided to write another syllabic poem in case by some weird turn of fate, I’d have the option to turn in a different one.  So here is my second craptastic syllabic poem (untitled as of yet):

It is always the little
things that get to me, ya know?
Like that time you didn’t say
hello when I got home late,
though you already knew how
bad my day had been. I left
then, hoping you would notice,
but as usual I don’t
exist, except in silence.
I’d feel better and much less
guilty if you just called me
a bitch. Then there would be no
reason for me to believe
I was imagining things.

Now I sit here, mentally
constipated, just wishing
to projectile vomit words.

*Meh, I don’t really like this one either and I think it is sad that it is potentially better than the other.  But..whatever… And obviously I have vomit on the mind considering I’ve referred to it four times now in one post…haha…blah.

Once I found time between school and work, I started looking up news on the Southern California fires.  My roommates and myself are all from the San Diego area and we all grew up there.  This means that we all still have friends and family that live over there.

Obviously the extent of the fires is a huge concern, so my roommates have been checking pretty much everyday to make sure their families are safe.  My parents have likewise been calling friends from the area (and friends from Arizona that have family over there) to make sure that everyone is safe.  The people that I would have called are my two roommates who moved to Arizona last year to share an apartment with me, so I feel a bit sheepish, as though I don’t care about anyone, though I know plenty of people that live over there.

But life happens, and the majority of the people I once knew, I am no longer in contact with.  So the best I can do is hope that everyone is safe.  These events definitely make me a bit sad and I can’t help but hope that my childhood home doesn’t burn down. 

I know, how irrational.  It’s just a house that I haven’t lived in for years, but for me, it is that place of stability, where I was more myself.  I can’t remember much of our home prior to that house, and the years after in Arizona didn’t keep that stability, that hominess that I loved growing up.

So all this has me thinking and it definitely brings to light the high possibility we have of fires where we live now in the mountains, where it has likewise been fairly dry with high winds.  So remember peeps, keep those chimnies clean and don’t go lighting camp fires in areas that are not approved or zoned for them and DO NOT throw cigarette butts out of the car window (that is why we invented ash trays).  If you don’t care about smoking in your car, then the freakin butt can just wait in the ash tray until you get to your destination or a rest stop and properly dispose of it.

On another note about the CA fires, Skunkie over at Atomac.net posted an interesting article about Fox News saying that there is potential that Al Queda started the fires. 

Personally…I think the idea is a bit far-fetched.  It was an interesting read though.  I didn’t get to watch the clip (because I’m at *cough*work*cough*), but I did read through every single comment on the article and it was very interesting to see how people responded to this kind of news.  So take a gander about it all if you have the time.

Just the other day I realized that I had yet to post my October screenshot. Then Skunkie went and posted her’s and that reminded me again that I still needed to do mine. So here it is, my October screenshot:

The wallpaper is Old Field by Pickupjojo. I like it, it’s a nice calming wall for me. If you want any info on any of the icons I use or anything, just leave a comment and I will help you if I can.

As I go over the huge list of homework I have for this weekend and omit check-marks next to them (because I have yet to do anything this weekend), I can’t help but wonder if this insistence on waiting until the last minute is more than just laziness. Of course it is. I’m not doing it, because I have no motivation to. My logical brain keeps pressing an alarm, which sounds in my head, telling me it’s time to get on the ball, suck it up, and just do my homework. But somehow, my hand just finds the snooze button over and over and over again. So here I am, posting on everything I can, so I feel a little less guilty about ignoring my responsibilities.

(OMG huge rant, feel free to skip this if you like, I won’t take it personally.) (more…)

Despite an alarmingly growing pile of school work that I need to address, I have been feeling rather fidgety lately (and certainly not motivated to tackle that pile).  So I’ve been going over in my head the different patterns I would like to crochet or knit. 

I think I am definitely going to start working on my crocheted stuffed bunnies and I’m also searching for a pattern for a dog sweater for our little chihuaha, because it is just getting too darn cold for him.  I can’t seem to find one that meets the requirments though (or is easy enough for my skill level, especially in knitting, which is what most of the patterns are for).  So I’m beginning to think I will have to make my own crochet pattern for him, which I could easily do.

So now, instead of thinking about the essays I need to write or the poems or the two books I need to read by next week, I am counting stitches and single crochets and double crochets in my head, and thinking of what measurements I need and it just keeps going in that strain. 

Perhaps it is the coming on of winter that has inspired this nesting instinct and need to bundle and warm everyone up.  Plus, there is yarn on sale at Michaels.  I need more yarn like I need another hole in my sock, but I figure that yarn doesn’t go bad and it’s nice to have a stockpile with a wide variety of options. 

I’ll also have to start back up on the hats I crochet as well as some of the blankets I’ve been working on for too long.  Once I have some of these projects finished up I will have to post some pictures of them.  But I never really know when they will get done, if at all, because of things like school and work, and then my laziness too.