Sunday, July 19, 2009
Oh my goodness...
Okay, so I've been re-reading everything I put up here and I felt the need to apologize. Not for everything, just some of the more angsty, emo, "tears of blood" poems. Although that's actually a good visual... Anyways, I'm curently going through and editing/removing some of the ones I love the least. If I don't like them, there's no reason to submit unknowing strangers to the horrors of my writing. It might take me a little while, but I promise to get rid of the whiny pitiful "the entire world cares about my woes" poems and put up some new, actually good ones (hopefully). My issue is I can never tell untill I've read them a couple hundred times whether I like them or not.... Oh well!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Something New
Self appointed charades
from laughable lunacies
affect the action of our existence.
The question isn't do I exist?
It's how do I exist?
In a paper mache paradise,
with rose and cyan and mint
that bleed in the rains
of real life's pain.
Or a city of dirt and steel,
With towers crumbling before unbelieving eyes
and statues of half forgotten men
whose infamy is lost
on the offspring of their transgressions.
from laughable lunacies
affect the action of our existence.
The question isn't do I exist?
It's how do I exist?
In a paper mache paradise,
with rose and cyan and mint
that bleed in the rains
of real life's pain.
Or a city of dirt and steel,
With towers crumbling before unbelieving eyes
and statues of half forgotten men
whose infamy is lost
on the offspring of their transgressions.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
So It's Been a While...
Sorry. I've been pretty busy and have been reading a lot. I haven't written much... of anything. I have a lot of starts but nothing finished. Everything needs more work - of course I always think everything needs more work... I promise to have something up in the next week though. I'll kick myself if I don't.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Brother Death
The broken body
Of a shifting boy
Found alone and crying
Tears of red saliva
Within glassy eyes
Of black copper kettles
Under my gaze
Tarnished silver
Cut his flesh
In the hands of a madman.
Of a shifting boy
Found alone and crying
Tears of red saliva
Within glassy eyes
Of black copper kettles
Under my gaze
Tarnished silver
Cut his flesh
In the hands of a madman.
Public Speaking Snippets
I don't think any of these are complete. Just a bunch of random verses... or take them all together. Interpret as you will.
The Dawning of
suns over the
blurry horizon
speaks to me
with lips of
rosy pink petals
and streak to
my soul with
fingers of golden
light.
Rose petals
shield my eyes
tainted white
over the
sea of
darkening skies.
Stained pews
colored deep burgundy
from years of
kneeling
and praying
in hopes of
salvation.
You look into
my malleable morals
and find faults
within the lies
I've told.
Birds soar
above your eyes
and through the
dreams you
told a
broken girl
flying home
after so
long a
time spent
searching.
convert my tarnished
being to
one of
pure white light
Saints stare
down their noses
at our newborn
powers over our
bodies and minds.
Halos of
golden paper
melt quickly
in the ruins
your words echo
in the spaces
of my mind.
painted pages
of Carmine red
darkened with the blood
of artists past
star at me
blankly
the color lost
on eyes seeing only
in black and white.
So, yeppers... this is what boredness produces. Really lame starts to poems... oh well.
The Dawning of
suns over the
blurry horizon
speaks to me
with lips of
rosy pink petals
and streak to
my soul with
fingers of golden
light.
Rose petals
shield my eyes
tainted white
over the
sea of
darkening skies.
Stained pews
colored deep burgundy
from years of
kneeling
and praying
in hopes of
salvation.
You look into
my malleable morals
and find faults
within the lies
I've told.
Birds soar
above your eyes
and through the
dreams you
told a
broken girl
flying home
after so
long a
time spent
searching.
convert my tarnished
being to
one of
pure white light
Saints stare
down their noses
at our newborn
powers over our
bodies and minds.
Halos of
golden paper
melt quickly
in the ruins
your words echo
in the spaces
of my mind.
painted pages
of Carmine red
darkened with the blood
of artists past
star at me
blankly
the color lost
on eyes seeing only
in black and white.
So, yeppers... this is what boredness produces. Really lame starts to poems... oh well.
Monday, June 15, 2009
How Quickly We Do Come to Our Demise
Something I wrote for tenth grade English. A Shakespearean sonnet.
How quickly we do come to our demise,
That all we are shall n’er be seen again.
Though all is left of men shall then despise
The huntress whom to her they all are game.
Her icy bow and quiver do they fear,
Escape for them is never to be found.
Her arrow flies toward them straight and clear,
It hits its mark and never makes a sound.
Though life is short and time goes slipping by,
We pull the hair-like threads to which we hold.
Until they break and soon we in reply,
Shall fall into the deepest winter cold.
And though through death we may eternal be,
There is nothing that is a guarantee.
How quickly we do come to our demise,
That all we are shall n’er be seen again.
Though all is left of men shall then despise
The huntress whom to her they all are game.
Her icy bow and quiver do they fear,
Escape for them is never to be found.
Her arrow flies toward them straight and clear,
It hits its mark and never makes a sound.
Though life is short and time goes slipping by,
We pull the hair-like threads to which we hold.
Until they break and soon we in reply,
Shall fall into the deepest winter cold.
And though through death we may eternal be,
There is nothing that is a guarantee.
Friends of Romaine Lettuce
Something I wrote for Ninth Grade English. A spoof on the "friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" monolouge from Julius Caesar.
Friends of Romaine lettuce, lend me your tongs
I come to make a Caesar salad, not to praise it.
The greens that men do eat lives after them,
The vitamin is oft interred in their bones;
So let it be with the Caesar salad. The noble Boston lettuce
Hath told you that eating Caesar salad is ambitious.
If it were so, it is a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar salad answer’d it.
Here, under the leaves of Boston and the rest,
- For Boston is an honourable lettuce;
So are they all, all honourable lettuces –
Come I to speak the Caesar salad recipe.
It is my friend, tasty and good to me;
But Boston lettuce says it is appalling,
And Boston is an honourable lettuce.
It hath been yummy with many carrots and herb then Romaine,
Whose vessels did the garden cucumbers fill:
Did this in Caesar salad seem apalling?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar salad hath fed them;
Lettuce should be made of crisper stuff:
Yet Boston says it is appalling,
And Boston is an honourable lettuce.
You all did see that on the kitchen counter
I thrice mixed Romaine as a kingly salad,
With mayonnaise, vinegar and grated parmesan cheese,
Which it did thrice accept all ingredients. Is this appalling?
Yet Boston lettuce says it is apalling,
And sure it is an honourable lettuce.
Friends of Romaine lettuce, lend me your tongs
I come to make a Caesar salad, not to praise it.
The greens that men do eat lives after them,
The vitamin is oft interred in their bones;
So let it be with the Caesar salad. The noble Boston lettuce
Hath told you that eating Caesar salad is ambitious.
If it were so, it is a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar salad answer’d it.
Here, under the leaves of Boston and the rest,
- For Boston is an honourable lettuce;
So are they all, all honourable lettuces –
Come I to speak the Caesar salad recipe.
It is my friend, tasty and good to me;
But Boston lettuce says it is appalling,
And Boston is an honourable lettuce.
It hath been yummy with many carrots and herb then Romaine,
Whose vessels did the garden cucumbers fill:
Did this in Caesar salad seem apalling?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar salad hath fed them;
Lettuce should be made of crisper stuff:
Yet Boston says it is appalling,
And Boston is an honourable lettuce.
You all did see that on the kitchen counter
I thrice mixed Romaine as a kingly salad,
With mayonnaise, vinegar and grated parmesan cheese,
Which it did thrice accept all ingredients. Is this appalling?
Yet Boston lettuce says it is apalling,
And sure it is an honourable lettuce.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
M
Build me a house
the one we talked of
on long cold nights
wrapped in each other's arms
to ward off our addictions
and shadows of the past.
Build me a house
with the library
of endless books
which you drew
in detail
upon my skin
into the second showing
of our favorite film.
Build be a house
just like you told me
you'd furnish with children
and laughter
and love.
Build me a house
and I'll try to come
back to your arms
but I can't give you my word
for I lost it somewhere
amongst the decaying plants
and drifts of snow.
the one we talked of
on long cold nights
wrapped in each other's arms
to ward off our addictions
and shadows of the past.
Build me a house
with the library
of endless books
which you drew
in detail
upon my skin
into the second showing
of our favorite film.
Build be a house
just like you told me
you'd furnish with children
and laughter
and love.
Build me a house
and I'll try to come
back to your arms
but I can't give you my word
for I lost it somewhere
amongst the decaying plants
and drifts of snow.
Scraps of Paper Morph Through Time...
Joking we walk
nature laughing with us
concealing our motives
keeping us whole.
I run
you follow
always follow
like the lost puppy you are
abandoned
abused
longing for shelter
a home I can't provide.
I flit
as a butterfly
over the grassy hills
through mossy ancient trees
tomes to ages past
You crush my wings
pin me
to rough bark
the marks on my back
will remain
a reminder
of my sin.
Blue blinds my eyes
lost in the space
between here
and the horizon.
Your breath
rushed and heated
pounds against my neck.
The teeth bear no pain
as I sacrifice my happiness
for this reality.
My eyes
open and wanting
beg for mercy
from this end
and you comply
willingly.
Red on red
as lips and teeth and tongue
intertwine
to form a
more perfect union
lush and liquid
the craving of ours
satiated.
I ask you to hurt me
to break me
you won't do it.
You won't comply.
Instead you merely kiss
the tip of my shoulder
and save me
for another day.
nature laughing with us
concealing our motives
keeping us whole.
I run
you follow
always follow
like the lost puppy you are
abandoned
abused
longing for shelter
a home I can't provide.
I flit
as a butterfly
over the grassy hills
through mossy ancient trees
tomes to ages past
You crush my wings
pin me
to rough bark
the marks on my back
will remain
a reminder
of my sin.
Blue blinds my eyes
lost in the space
between here
and the horizon.
Your breath
rushed and heated
pounds against my neck.
The teeth bear no pain
as I sacrifice my happiness
for this reality.
My eyes
open and wanting
beg for mercy
from this end
and you comply
willingly.
Red on red
as lips and teeth and tongue
intertwine
to form a
more perfect union
lush and liquid
the craving of ours
satiated.
I ask you to hurt me
to break me
you won't do it.
You won't comply.
Instead you merely kiss
the tip of my shoulder
and save me
for another day.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Procrastination
There is something I should be doing
but instead I am writing
and listing
the things
I feel
which to me
are still unknown.
New beginnings eclipse old ends,
windows and doors opened
by some unseen hand.
I love the way
your face
laughs at the sheer ridiculousness
that is me.
Smiling is my greatest gift to the world
and love my only option.
My heart aches with emotion every day
never the same
always shifting
always caring
for whom I don't know
but I care all the same
and one day someone will care back.
I hope that day comes soon.
but instead I am writing
and listing
the things
I feel
which to me
are still unknown.
New beginnings eclipse old ends,
windows and doors opened
by some unseen hand.
I love the way
your face
laughs at the sheer ridiculousness
that is me.
Smiling is my greatest gift to the world
and love my only option.
My heart aches with emotion every day
never the same
always shifting
always caring
for whom I don't know
but I care all the same
and one day someone will care back.
I hope that day comes soon.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Dancing Queen: A True Story
We bustled into the crowded restaurant, all thirty of us. We had just seen The Phantom of the Opera, and now were being seated at Ellen's Stardust Diner. The sounds of New York City flew through the open door but were overpowered at it closing by the sounds of Broadway. Now, as we were led up to the balcony booths, the din of dining customers filled my ears.We chose Ellen's over any other restaurant over any other in NYC due to the singing staff.
The waiters and waitresses sing Broadway classics and popular songs. It's literally dinner and a show. Once we were seated one of the waiters started a Frankie Valli song from Jersey Boys.Our waitress took our orders (I got a cheeseburger and Sprite) then left to let us listen. I kept dancing in my seat; I couldn't help it, between the music and the excitement of the day I couldn't sit still.
After getting our food one of the waiters came up to our balcony and serenaded me! I couldn't stop laughing and neither could my friends. It was ridiculous!
Later, after I finished eating but none of my other friends had, our waitress started singing. Not just any song, but a disco song, something from Dream Girls, if I remember correctly.
My friends had spent the entire dinner watching me dance in my seat and I had joked with them that if a disco song came on I would get up and dance. Of course now that one actually came on, I kept my word and willingly made a fool of myself.
So there I was, goofing around and having a grand ole' time when our waitress makes her way up to the balcony and drags me down in front of the entire restaurant! My friends were dying with laughter up in the balcony as the entire restaurant got a ridiculous show. People were laughing and cheering and clapping along as I did such classic moves as the Lawn Mower and Sprinkler in front of them.
That diner at Ellen's was the best of my life, not because of the food, but because for one moment, I truly was a Dancing Queen.
So there I was, goofing around and having a grand ole' time when our waitress makes her way up to the balcony and drags me down in front of the entire restaurant! My friends were dying with laughter up in the balcony as the entire restaurant got a ridiculous show. People were laughing and cheering and clapping along as I did such classic moves as the Lawn Mower and Sprinkler in front of them.
That diner at Ellen's was the best of my life, not because of the food, but because for one moment, I truly was a Dancing Queen.
To Salt From Pepper
Dear Salt,
Let me start off by saying: I miss you. Lots. I feel like it's been ages since I've seen you.
I miss our late night conversations. I miss being able to tell you anything and you telling me everything. It seems like ever since you and Sugar got together she's all our conversations consist of. It's always "Sugar said this" or "Sugar did that." I miss our random topics and my rants about my under-usage. I miss sneaking out of the cupboard with you to go push over the cookie jar.
You used to be my best friend and I still love you dearly, but It seems like we're drifting apart. Half the time I don't even make it to the table anymore and when I do I just watch you get passed around while I sit there uselessly. I know it's partly my fault, I'm too spicy, but you never try anymore because you always want to be with her.
I'm happy for you; I truly am. I just wish you'd still spend a little time with me.
We're Salt and Pepper. We go together. I just wish you'd see it.
Yes, you and Sugar are cute together, you practically look the same; but I know you, you're made of different stuff. You're have completely different tastes.
I know you can be bitter and I know I can be hot-headed, but that doesn't change the way I feel. Just because she's all tasty and sweet doesn't mean she's good for you. Too much Sugar will make you tummy ache.
You're the Oil to my Vinegar, the Ketchup (or Catsup, let's not discriminate) to my Mustard , the Cheese to my Macaroni.
I miss you. Come back to our matching shakers.
Love always,
Pepper
Let me start off by saying: I miss you. Lots. I feel like it's been ages since I've seen you.
I miss our late night conversations. I miss being able to tell you anything and you telling me everything. It seems like ever since you and Sugar got together she's all our conversations consist of. It's always "Sugar said this" or "Sugar did that." I miss our random topics and my rants about my under-usage. I miss sneaking out of the cupboard with you to go push over the cookie jar.
You used to be my best friend and I still love you dearly, but It seems like we're drifting apart. Half the time I don't even make it to the table anymore and when I do I just watch you get passed around while I sit there uselessly. I know it's partly my fault, I'm too spicy, but you never try anymore because you always want to be with her.
I'm happy for you; I truly am. I just wish you'd still spend a little time with me.
We're Salt and Pepper. We go together. I just wish you'd see it.
Yes, you and Sugar are cute together, you practically look the same; but I know you, you're made of different stuff. You're have completely different tastes.
I know you can be bitter and I know I can be hot-headed, but that doesn't change the way I feel. Just because she's all tasty and sweet doesn't mean she's good for you. Too much Sugar will make you tummy ache.
You're the Oil to my Vinegar, the Ketchup (or Catsup, let's not discriminate) to my Mustard , the Cheese to my Macaroni.
I miss you. Come back to our matching shakers.
Love always,
Pepper
Monday, June 8, 2009
Things I've Thought or Said
Look at the world and tell me the pleasure of sanity.
Lying is the only way to survive this.
So I’ll lie till the lie becomes truth.
Trouble
I'll follow you anywhere.
That's why I get myself in trouble.
Because I trust you...
not to lead me to dangerous places.
Unheard Message to the Avid Listener
I'm done.
I just can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry if it hurts you
but I can't take it.
I need to move,
to go,
and I can't right now.
Not here.
Not with you.
So I'm leaving,
just like I did before,
just like I'll do again.
Maybe it could have worked,
but maybe not. It's a risk,
one I'm not willing to take.
I hope you're happy once you're free.
I know I will be.
Lying is the only way to survive this.
So I’ll lie till the lie becomes truth.
Trouble
I'll follow you anywhere.
That's why I get myself in trouble.
Because I trust you...
not to lead me to dangerous places.
Unheard Message to the Avid Listener
I'm done.
I just can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry if it hurts you
but I can't take it.
I need to move,
to go,
and I can't right now.
Not here.
Not with you.
So I'm leaving,
just like I did before,
just like I'll do again.
Maybe it could have worked,
but maybe not. It's a risk,
one I'm not willing to take.
I hope you're happy once you're free.
I know I will be.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
late night ramblings
to catch for a moment
what could be ours for eternity
happiness
passion
two imperfect beings forming one perfect whole.
I am not whole without you.
in that moment, the moment, I know
I say
You leave
taking with you the
happiness
passion
fade.
fade into the dark night
which you left me standing
at the corners
of my sanity
and my soul.
Pain
pleasure
mix freely within me.
the cloud has fallen
I have fallen
into a mist
confusion
hazy smoke of exhaust
and the taste of you in me.
one taste is not enough
surround me
your scent
intoxicating
addictive
it calls me
begs me to touch
when I wish it wasn't
against your will
but I can't change
you mind
and you can't change
me
so we stand
denial facing eyes
that yearn
to love.
love.
you don't listen
when I say the words
so hard to express
for me.
Fear i've never known
almost forced then back down
before they could breach
the safety of
me.
Foolish
to think you
of all people
would believe
such sacred truths
when you've heard all the lies.
my sins lay at your feet
I look a tainted being
through your loyal eyes.
but we all have our demons
we all have our sins.
and I'm willing to forgive
the ones you don't know
you commit.
even though
mine still stand
a letter.
A reminder
every time
you look at me
they shield you from looking
into me.
love.
forgive these tangled words
manifestations of my
unsteady confidence.
my emotions flit within me
and I cry
unsure of the reason
except that you're not near.
what could be ours for eternity
happiness
passion
two imperfect beings forming one perfect whole.
I am not whole without you.
in that moment, the moment, I know
I say
You leave
taking with you the
happiness
passion
fade.
fade into the dark night
which you left me standing
at the corners
of my sanity
and my soul.
Pain
pleasure
mix freely within me.
the cloud has fallen
I have fallen
into a mist
confusion
hazy smoke of exhaust
and the taste of you in me.
one taste is not enough
surround me
your scent
intoxicating
addictive
it calls me
begs me to touch
when I wish it wasn't
against your will
but I can't change
you mind
and you can't change
me
so we stand
denial facing eyes
that yearn
to love.
love.
you don't listen
when I say the words
so hard to express
for me.
Fear i've never known
almost forced then back down
before they could breach
the safety of
me.
Foolish
to think you
of all people
would believe
such sacred truths
when you've heard all the lies.
my sins lay at your feet
I look a tainted being
through your loyal eyes.
but we all have our demons
we all have our sins.
and I'm willing to forgive
the ones you don't know
you commit.
even though
mine still stand
a letter.
A reminder
every time
you look at me
they shield you from looking
into me.
love.
forgive these tangled words
manifestations of my
unsteady confidence.
my emotions flit within me
and I cry
unsure of the reason
except that you're not near.
Monday, May 25, 2009
You were meant for mine
I was meant for another love
but you were meant for mine.
I lived as if each day were new,
you lived them like your last.
Opposites attract yet we repelled.
A killing of another soul before you found your own.
Anger and love go hand in hand,
But only in our twisted way.
I was meant for another love,
And you was meant for mine.
I’ll see you again my love,
Though when I do not know;
But I’ll smile and nod to you and yours,
Then on my way I’ll go.
Though we wish the fates had bode us well
We cannot fight the pulling tides
For I was meant for another love
And you were meant for mine.
Soon, soon we’ll meet again
On new terms than before
I’ll dance and sing a new age in
While you gaze at my form.
I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused.
But know it isn’t true.
To say those words have hurt me more
Than I could e’er hurt you.
So I’ll leave you here where the cold winds blow
The same temp as your heart.
For I was meant for another love
But you were meant for mine.
A hateful heart can feel no love
So what you lost you’ll never know
The feelings that I meant to feel are melting with the snow.
For I was meant for another love
And you were meant for mine.
Yes you were meant for mine.
but you were meant for mine.
I lived as if each day were new,
you lived them like your last.
Opposites attract yet we repelled.
A killing of another soul before you found your own.
Anger and love go hand in hand,
But only in our twisted way.
I was meant for another love,
And you was meant for mine.
I’ll see you again my love,
Though when I do not know;
But I’ll smile and nod to you and yours,
Then on my way I’ll go.
Though we wish the fates had bode us well
We cannot fight the pulling tides
For I was meant for another love
And you were meant for mine.
Soon, soon we’ll meet again
On new terms than before
I’ll dance and sing a new age in
While you gaze at my form.
I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused.
But know it isn’t true.
To say those words have hurt me more
Than I could e’er hurt you.
So I’ll leave you here where the cold winds blow
The same temp as your heart.
For I was meant for another love
But you were meant for mine.
A hateful heart can feel no love
So what you lost you’ll never know
The feelings that I meant to feel are melting with the snow.
For I was meant for another love
And you were meant for mine.
Yes you were meant for mine.
Sarai's Song
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a poisonous flower.
Dangerous. Deadly.
You will be my end, he cried.
Leave me. Help me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, left him, helped him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his no more.
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a Queen.
Regal. Ruling.
You will be mine tonight, he cooed.
Free me. Help me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, I freed him, I helped him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his.
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a poisonous flower.
Dangerous. Deadly.
You will be my end, he cried.
Leave me. Free me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, left him, freed him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his no more.
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a wife.
Loyal. Lost.
You will be mine again, he cooed.
Serve me. Save me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, served him, saved him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his again,
His alone,
His forever.
Beautiful as a poisonous flower.
Dangerous. Deadly.
You will be my end, he cried.
Leave me. Help me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, left him, helped him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his no more.
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a Queen.
Regal. Ruling.
You will be mine tonight, he cooed.
Free me. Help me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, I freed him, I helped him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his.
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a poisonous flower.
Dangerous. Deadly.
You will be my end, he cried.
Leave me. Free me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, left him, freed him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his no more.
Beautiful, he called me.
Beautiful as a wife.
Loyal. Lost.
You will be mine again, he cooed.
Serve me. Save me. Love me.
And love him I did.
I loved him, served him, saved him.
I did all he asked.
Then I was his again,
His alone,
His forever.
What I actually typed in my "about me" section...
...before I realized it didn't automatically cut me off at 1200 characters...
I have 1200 characters, so here I go. I'm going to use every single one and try to not say too much about me. I'm in college, as my blog title says, and I'm pretty absurd - absurdly awesome that is. I mostly just post poetry but I'm thinking of starting a new blog to detail all the truly absurd things that did happen to me at college last year. Right now I feel like the title is a lie, so either I'll change it or not. I am pretty lazy about things like this. Maybe I should just add some more absurd poetry and pictures and quotes I pick up or say. I still haven't said much about me. Go me! I don't know how many characters I have left so I'm just going to keep going until it stops me. Sometimes I make up nonsense words, but that's only on rare occasions. Bof is one of them. It stands for boyfriend. It's the new "boo" I try to be funny and fail epically. At least in person. I try to tell jokes and ruin them by messing up the punch line. I'm like Marlin the Clownfish, but at the beginning of the movie, not the end. Sometimes I write something that's funny, but again, only on rare occasions. I have lots of perfect ideas that fall apart during execution. How long is 1200 characters anyways? I could turn this into a blog post. In fact I'll probably post this there due to the shear ridiculousness of it. I also have spelling issues. A writer who can't spell, genius, no? I'm a very unique person just like every other unique person out there. I'm the classic novelist who still hasn't finished a book and doesn't appear to be anywhere near that goal. I like socks in the winter and bare feet in the summer. My cat's named Max, though I often call him Smelly Cat (and sing the song from Friends) because he is a smelly cat. I don't know what we feed him (Meow Mix), but he can let go some really rank ones. There's a forest behind my house but I feel like it's disappearing. I don't know where to though... I'm loving these 1200 characters. Random facts are fun! Right? I've been to Africa and climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. I saw a goat go from live to on my plate. I no longer eat red meat, so it's a good thing that happened a couple years ago. There's something wrong with my body but I don't know what. I love Star Wars, but only the original trilogy. Harry Potter used to be my one true love, but now it's my best friend's dog Ralphie. My cat wishes he was as cool as him. I do crazy things in public. If I'm around something interesting is going to happen. I don't care what people think of me and have no qualms making jokes at my own expense, as long as it gets a good laugh. I love physical comedy, doing it that is. I also enjoy long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners, though I haven't found anyone I want to do those things with yet. I still can't believe I've got more to go. It'd be nice if there was a ticker her to let me know how man I've done and how many I have left. Take a hint from Twitter Blogspot, it's useful! I like dancing in the rain, it's very freeing and very spiritual. I don't like to stereotype myself, but I love stereotyping other people, just to see if they'll break the mold or not. I'm a lot like Mr. Darcy in the sense that my good opinion once lost is lost forever, or at least for a very long time. It takes a lot for me to change my mind about a person. It's takes a lot for me to change my mind. period. I'm pretty stubborn when it comes to certain things. When I know what I want I do anything to get it, which sometimes isn't the best of decisions. "I give myself very good advice but I very seldom follow it." I sang that as Alice in the 5th grade, it's still true today. I try to be a good person, or as good of a person as I can be, but I don't always succeed. Just like every other human I'm flawed. Wow, so much for me not saying anything about myself. Well, I haven't, not really. I haven't said my age or where I live or even my name. I love sunflowers, they're my favorite in the whole world. Okay, I'm getting sick of typing and typing I just want to know how muh is left so I'm going to do this. Okay, my experiment's over. I still have a ways to go. Not to much, but still a ways. Rhyming isn't all it's cracked up to be. Neither is this silly about me section. I hope this takes up a decent amount of space on my profile. About Me DOMINATION!!!! lol. I use that "phrase" too much. I don't consider it a real phrase because it's just a group of letters, not a word. It stands for a phrase, but it isn't one itself. Sometimes I just want to run away and start over. I love starting over, starting new. It's one of my favorite things to do. That's why I love meeting new people. It's a clean slate and endless possibilities. la la la la la. taking up space. I'm not even using proper capitalization or grammar in this. I'm pretty sure I spelled some words wrong too. It's frustrating to type this much and try to say nothing. I inevitably began to say something. So you, the reader, have learned a little bit about me in this "about me" section. Which saddens me, because I think these things are so cheesy. Besides why should you, the reader, even care about who I am? I'm just a picture and words left on the ephemeral internet that one day won't exist. Digital media is so corruptible and easy to accidentally eliminate. It just takes the push of a button. Someday in the future I'll probably accidentally delete this account and it will be like I never existed. How strange... To think that with one click my existence is gone, it's so trivial and yet I find it fascinating how much time people put into their facebooks and myspaces when one day it's going to just be gone. In an instant a person history (online history) can be erased, and if that's the only way some people are recording their lives, well that's just sad. But i digress... I still have no clue how much I have left. I could cheat and copy it into a word document and do a character count, but that takes all the fun out of it. Right? Okay, I don't know if I can take it anymore, I'm going to cheat. But I'm going to be so disappointed if I was really close and if I'd just kept going would have hit the end. But what if I'm not? What if I'm not even past the halfway mark? well that'd just suck. I think I'd give up. maybe it's best not to cheat. It's better to just keep going. how about some more random facts? I like dogs over cats, but I have a cat who acts like a dog, so I'm okay. The first movie I ever saw in theaters was Aladdin and it's still one of my favorite Disney movies. I'm upset in the latest Disney flicks. I love Disney Pixar, but I want just some new, plain animated movies with good music and good plots. Like the old days. I also used to love Pocahontas and I just found out the the song I've hd stuck in my head for years and year was from a deleted scene of that movie. It's weird because I don't ever remember seeing it or hearing it, but there you go. "If I never knew you" good song. She sings it to John Smith before he's about to be killed by her people. It's a very pretty love song. I like the melody a lot. Okay, this is ridiculous. I'm checking the character count. Word says I have 7000+ charaters...
I have 1200 characters, so here I go. I'm going to use every single one and try to not say too much about me. I'm in college, as my blog title says, and I'm pretty absurd - absurdly awesome that is. I mostly just post poetry but I'm thinking of starting a new blog to detail all the truly absurd things that did happen to me at college last year. Right now I feel like the title is a lie, so either I'll change it or not. I am pretty lazy about things like this. Maybe I should just add some more absurd poetry and pictures and quotes I pick up or say. I still haven't said much about me. Go me! I don't know how many characters I have left so I'm just going to keep going until it stops me. Sometimes I make up nonsense words, but that's only on rare occasions. Bof is one of them. It stands for boyfriend. It's the new "boo" I try to be funny and fail epically. At least in person. I try to tell jokes and ruin them by messing up the punch line. I'm like Marlin the Clownfish, but at the beginning of the movie, not the end. Sometimes I write something that's funny, but again, only on rare occasions. I have lots of perfect ideas that fall apart during execution. How long is 1200 characters anyways? I could turn this into a blog post. In fact I'll probably post this there due to the shear ridiculousness of it. I also have spelling issues. A writer who can't spell, genius, no? I'm a very unique person just like every other unique person out there. I'm the classic novelist who still hasn't finished a book and doesn't appear to be anywhere near that goal. I like socks in the winter and bare feet in the summer. My cat's named Max, though I often call him Smelly Cat (and sing the song from Friends) because he is a smelly cat. I don't know what we feed him (Meow Mix), but he can let go some really rank ones. There's a forest behind my house but I feel like it's disappearing. I don't know where to though... I'm loving these 1200 characters. Random facts are fun! Right? I've been to Africa and climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. I saw a goat go from live to on my plate. I no longer eat red meat, so it's a good thing that happened a couple years ago. There's something wrong with my body but I don't know what. I love Star Wars, but only the original trilogy. Harry Potter used to be my one true love, but now it's my best friend's dog Ralphie. My cat wishes he was as cool as him. I do crazy things in public. If I'm around something interesting is going to happen. I don't care what people think of me and have no qualms making jokes at my own expense, as long as it gets a good laugh. I love physical comedy, doing it that is. I also enjoy long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners, though I haven't found anyone I want to do those things with yet. I still can't believe I've got more to go. It'd be nice if there was a ticker her to let me know how man I've done and how many I have left. Take a hint from Twitter Blogspot, it's useful! I like dancing in the rain, it's very freeing and very spiritual. I don't like to stereotype myself, but I love stereotyping other people, just to see if they'll break the mold or not. I'm a lot like Mr. Darcy in the sense that my good opinion once lost is lost forever, or at least for a very long time. It takes a lot for me to change my mind about a person. It's takes a lot for me to change my mind. period. I'm pretty stubborn when it comes to certain things. When I know what I want I do anything to get it, which sometimes isn't the best of decisions. "I give myself very good advice but I very seldom follow it." I sang that as Alice in the 5th grade, it's still true today. I try to be a good person, or as good of a person as I can be, but I don't always succeed. Just like every other human I'm flawed. Wow, so much for me not saying anything about myself. Well, I haven't, not really. I haven't said my age or where I live or even my name. I love sunflowers, they're my favorite in the whole world. Okay, I'm getting sick of typing and typing I just want to know how muh is left so I'm going to do this. Okay, my experiment's over. I still have a ways to go. Not to much, but still a ways. Rhyming isn't all it's cracked up to be. Neither is this silly about me section. I hope this takes up a decent amount of space on my profile. About Me DOMINATION!!!! lol. I use that "phrase" too much. I don't consider it a real phrase because it's just a group of letters, not a word. It stands for a phrase, but it isn't one itself. Sometimes I just want to run away and start over. I love starting over, starting new. It's one of my favorite things to do. That's why I love meeting new people. It's a clean slate and endless possibilities. la la la la la. taking up space. I'm not even using proper capitalization or grammar in this. I'm pretty sure I spelled some words wrong too. It's frustrating to type this much and try to say nothing. I inevitably began to say something. So you, the reader, have learned a little bit about me in this "about me" section. Which saddens me, because I think these things are so cheesy. Besides why should you, the reader, even care about who I am? I'm just a picture and words left on the ephemeral internet that one day won't exist. Digital media is so corruptible and easy to accidentally eliminate. It just takes the push of a button. Someday in the future I'll probably accidentally delete this account and it will be like I never existed. How strange... To think that with one click my existence is gone, it's so trivial and yet I find it fascinating how much time people put into their facebooks and myspaces when one day it's going to just be gone. In an instant a person history (online history) can be erased, and if that's the only way some people are recording their lives, well that's just sad. But i digress... I still have no clue how much I have left. I could cheat and copy it into a word document and do a character count, but that takes all the fun out of it. Right? Okay, I don't know if I can take it anymore, I'm going to cheat. But I'm going to be so disappointed if I was really close and if I'd just kept going would have hit the end. But what if I'm not? What if I'm not even past the halfway mark? well that'd just suck. I think I'd give up. maybe it's best not to cheat. It's better to just keep going. how about some more random facts? I like dogs over cats, but I have a cat who acts like a dog, so I'm okay. The first movie I ever saw in theaters was Aladdin and it's still one of my favorite Disney movies. I'm upset in the latest Disney flicks. I love Disney Pixar, but I want just some new, plain animated movies with good music and good plots. Like the old days. I also used to love Pocahontas and I just found out the the song I've hd stuck in my head for years and year was from a deleted scene of that movie. It's weird because I don't ever remember seeing it or hearing it, but there you go. "If I never knew you" good song. She sings it to John Smith before he's about to be killed by her people. It's a very pretty love song. I like the melody a lot. Okay, this is ridiculous. I'm checking the character count. Word says I have 7000+ charaters...
Hi!
So I haven't posted in a while. No biggie. I've got a couple of poems I'm working on at the moment, and once they're done I'll put them up. I'm not happy with them yet, so no dice.
Random thing: I really want to join/start a book club... I think it'd be fun. Well, that's it for now. I'll update soon. Promise!!!
Random thing: I really want to join/start a book club... I think it'd be fun. Well, that's it for now. I'll update soon. Promise!!!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
12:12 from ages ago.
12:12 in the morning
tired and alone
thoughts tumble and fall
down my mind
the raging river within continues
then stop.
nothing happens
nothing ever happened
sit
move
run
fly
stop
die
nothing happens
the world doesn't know
existence is futile
...for now
future holds the possibility of greatness
if only I could reach
reach and attain
far but close,
close but miss
I stop.
again I'll try
...eventually
don't know when
I've stopped trying now
stopped all pain
all emotion
I still feel from time to time
when I see his face
my heart soars
sores
but that hardly happens,
he doesn't know me
like the world
they don't know me
but they will
they all will
Someday when I make it in this ever shrinking planet they'll know me.
and I'll be happy.
and I'll have him.
and I'll cry.
tired and alone
thoughts tumble and fall
down my mind
the raging river within continues
then stop.
nothing happens
nothing ever happened
sit
move
run
fly
stop
die
nothing happens
the world doesn't know
existence is futile
...for now
future holds the possibility of greatness
if only I could reach
reach and attain
far but close,
close but miss
I stop.
again I'll try
...eventually
don't know when
I've stopped trying now
stopped all pain
all emotion
I still feel from time to time
when I see his face
my heart soars
sores
but that hardly happens,
he doesn't know me
like the world
they don't know me
but they will
they all will
Someday when I make it in this ever shrinking planet they'll know me.
and I'll be happy.
and I'll have him.
and I'll cry.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Coffee Cup Lies - updated!
In case anyone's having trouble reading this, because of all the beautiful colors here's the deal, it's 4 poems in one. There's the overall:
Lies on a coffee cup tainted the truth of existence and changed him. The chocolate within is a testament to sweetness. A name is nothing, Black like the coffee that isn't there. Meaning derived from nothing is pointless and if only he knew the coffee would burn.
Then there's the 3 within. The black:
Lies on a coffee cup
tainted the truth of existence
and changed him
Black like the coffee,
and if only he knew.
Still, some love definition
and he loved me,
so no one ever listens.
It doesn't matter anyways
because the coffee cup lies.
the blue:
The chocolate within
is a testament to sweetness.
The coffee would burn.
The sweet cocoa
is a refreshing replacement.
Speaking of love and coffee,
his name lies on a coffee cup
and the coffee cup lies.
the red:
A name is nothing
that isn't there.
Meaning derived from nothing is pointless
to usual inhabitants,
after the state of madness.
And there's so much more I could say
but I never know what I'm saying.
Speech without knowledge is pointless,
And his name lies.
P.S. the blogger auto-save did that to the overall one, but I like it so it stays!
Lies on a coffee cup tainted the truth of existence and changed him. The chocolate within is a testament to sweetness. A name is nothing, Black like the coffee that isn't there. Meaning derived from nothing is pointless and if only he knew the coffee would burn.
Still, the sweet cocoa
is a refreshing replacement to usual inhabitants, after the state of madness. some love definition and he loved me. And there's so much more I could say speaking of love and coffee but I never know what I'm saying Speech without knowledge is pointless. so no one ever listens. And it doesn't matter anyways because his name lies on the coffee cup and the coffee cup lies.
is a refreshing replacement to usual inhabitants, after the state of madness. some love definition and he loved me. And there's so much more I could say speaking of love and coffee but I never know what I'm saying Speech without knowledge is pointless. so no one ever listens. And it doesn't matter anyways because his name lies on the coffee cup and the coffee cup lies.
Then there's the 3 within. The black:
Lies on a coffee cup
tainted the truth of existence
and changed him
Black like the coffee,
and if only he knew.
Still, some love definition
and he loved me,
so no one ever listens.
It doesn't matter anyways
because the coffee cup lies.
the blue:
The chocolate within
is a testament to sweetness.
The coffee would burn.
The sweet cocoa
is a refreshing replacement.
Speaking of love and coffee,
his name lies on a coffee cup
and the coffee cup lies.
the red:
A name is nothing
that isn't there.
Meaning derived from nothing is pointless
to usual inhabitants,
after the state of madness.
And there's so much more I could say
but I never know what I'm saying.
Speech without knowledge is pointless,
And his name lies.
P.S. the blogger auto-save did that to the overall one, but I like it so it stays!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Coffee Cup Lies
Lies on a coffee cup
tainted the truth of existence
and changed him.
The chocolate within
is a testament to sweetness.
A name is nothing,
Black like the coffee
that isn't there.
Meaning derived from nothing is pointless
and if only he knew
the coffee would burn.
to usual inhabitants,
after the state of madness.
some love definition
and he loved me.
And there's so much more I could say
speaking of love and coffee
but I never know what I'm saying
Speech without knowledge is pointless.
so no one ever listens.
And it doesn't matter anyways
because his name lies on a coffee cup
and the coffee cup lies.
tainted the truth of existence
and changed him.
The chocolate within
is a testament to sweetness.
A name is nothing,
Black like the coffee
that isn't there.
Meaning derived from nothing is pointless
and if only he knew
the coffee would burn.
Still, the sweet cocoa
is a refreshing replacementto usual inhabitants,
after the state of madness.
some love definition
and he loved me.
And there's so much more I could say
speaking of love and coffee
but I never know what I'm saying
Speech without knowledge is pointless.
so no one ever listens.
And it doesn't matter anyways
because his name lies on a coffee cup
and the coffee cup lies.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
New Poem
I wrote this during church today. It's very inspired by Tom's Diner (by Suzanne Vega). Creepily inspired, in fact I think it fits the tune and beat sort of. It also takes place in a shop and has do to with coffee... It's really just an extension of the song (again sort of). It's a play on observation and stream of consciousness. I normally don't do stuff like this (write things that are heavily inspired by something else) but it was stuck in my head so I wrote it down. If you haven't heard the song Tom's Diner I highly suggest you listen to it. it's awesome. ...but read my poem first, the beat isn't exactly the same as the song. I might keep adding to it... Oh, and it doesn't have a title.
Order coffee from a waiter
in the shop around the corner.
He pens the words I tell him;
when he leaves I scratch my chin.
There's a couple right across me
making love throughout their breakfast.
While their eyes tell me the story
they are fighting with their mouths.
Eight o' two my waiter comes back,
sets the coffee right before me.
He smile, I ask for sugar
and he steals it from a booth.
There's a man who just entered.
I am staring, does he see me?
Yes he does, he meets my eyes,
my cheeks flush, I drop my spoon.
He walks over always looking,
not at me, the man behind me.
He sits down and takes his small hand,
I turn my head back as they kiss.
There's a lady in a big hat
sitting at the silver counter,
drinking water, wearing lace gloves;
she leaves lipstick on the glass.
A man's preaching on the corner
of a god I've never heard of.
People pass him without glancing,
and my coffee's getting cold.
so that's it. there's another stanza I wrote but I don't like it that much. I'll include it down here. I think it kind of ruin the poem:
Do they realize that I'm writing
all the things I see them about them?
I move on, never caring,
knowing nothing of their lives.
Order coffee from a waiter
in the shop around the corner.
He pens the words I tell him;
when he leaves I scratch my chin.
There's a couple right across me
making love throughout their breakfast.
While their eyes tell me the story
they are fighting with their mouths.
Eight o' two my waiter comes back,
sets the coffee right before me.
He smile, I ask for sugar
and he steals it from a booth.
There's a man who just entered.
I am staring, does he see me?
Yes he does, he meets my eyes,
my cheeks flush, I drop my spoon.
He walks over always looking,
not at me, the man behind me.
He sits down and takes his small hand,
I turn my head back as they kiss.
There's a lady in a big hat
sitting at the silver counter,
drinking water, wearing lace gloves;
she leaves lipstick on the glass.
A man's preaching on the corner
of a god I've never heard of.
People pass him without glancing,
and my coffee's getting cold.
so that's it. there's another stanza I wrote but I don't like it that much. I'll include it down here. I think it kind of ruin the poem:
Do they realize that I'm writing
all the things I see them about them?
I move on, never caring,
knowing nothing of their lives.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
So I lied... Invisibility
Yeah, so I lied. I guess I'm not totally switching over to tumblr, just cus I don't feel comfortable posting my poetry and writing there. That's more of a everyday blog while this is a creative "when the mood strikes me" blog. And the mood struck. well, sort of. I was cleaning today and came across an old poem or two and so i've decided to post them here. They're old and bad, but they're mine. This one's from 2006.
Invisibility
My invisibility clouds me,
Shrouds me,
Hides me from this terrible world.
Sounds of silence fill my head
Reminding me of my solitude,
Pressing down all around me
'till I can't stand it anymore.
BANG
CRASH
CRUNCH
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
I have to get away!
But it follows,
Always follows.
And though I try to make sounds
To prove my existence;
They qickly fade away
Into the silence,
And solitude.
As if they were never there.
So I wonder if they were.
After all,
If a tree falls and no one's around
Does it make a sound?
No one was around to hear my sounds.
So were they made at all?
Am I made at all?
Do I exist?
Or am I just a shadow,
A shadow of the former me.
I know I once existed,
But do I anymore?
My invisibility clouds me,
Shrouds me,
Hides me...
Invisibility
My invisibility clouds me,
Shrouds me,
Hides me from this terrible world.
Sounds of silence fill my head
Reminding me of my solitude,
Pressing down all around me
'till I can't stand it anymore.
BANG
CRASH
CRUNCH
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
I have to get away!
But it follows,
Always follows.
And though I try to make sounds
To prove my existence;
They qickly fade away
Into the silence,
And solitude.
As if they were never there.
So I wonder if they were.
After all,
If a tree falls and no one's around
Does it make a sound?
No one was around to hear my sounds.
So were they made at all?
Am I made at all?
Do I exist?
Or am I just a shadow,
A shadow of the former me.
I know I once existed,
But do I anymore?
My invisibility clouds me,
Shrouds me,
Hides me...
Friday, March 6, 2009
Switching and Goodbye
So, I've decided to switch over to Tumblr. I really like the platform.. and yep, that's it. so sorry bloggers! i'm off to tumblr my thoughts.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I'm Funny?
The answer to that question: YES!!!! (apparently)
Here's the sketch I wrote for Sketch Comedy Night (TAC) Feb 12 in the Walker. Btw, this was inspired by a One Act I saw a couple years ago at my school...
Here's the sketch I wrote for Sketch Comedy Night (TAC) Feb 12 in the Walker. Btw, this was inspired by a One Act I saw a couple years ago at my school...
Groundhog Date
A table stands stage center right with two chairs, glasses, centerpiece, and other accoutrements. A man and women sit facing each other and ignoring the audience’s presence. The Narrator walks downstage center left and addresses the audience.
Narrator: This is a sketch about those moments when you know a relationship isn’t going to work out. Sometimes, it can be hard to tell a person you see no future with them- (looks to couple)
Julie: (apologetically) Look Dale I know it’s been a rough week for you, losing your job and then having Mr. Smoopsiekins die… and I know it’s your birthday… but I really think we should see other people.
Dale smacks head to table and sits there
Narrator: While other times it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
Dale: (finishing a rant) and then our glorious Fuehrer will rise once more to lead the Aryan nation in its holy campaign to purify our noble race! (ends by standing on chair)
Julie: …I’m Jewish.
Narrator: Sometimes it happens- (looks over at Dale who’s still standing, motions to him) *Insert Actor’s name! Sit down (Dale sits dejected, Narrator turns back to audience) As I was saying, sometimes it happens early on in your acquaintance, like the first date-
Julie: So, this is a nice place.
Dale: (grabs Julie’s hand, passionately) I love you!
Julie: (shocked and confused) …oh…kay…
Narrator: or it can take years before you realize the mistake you’ve made.
Dale and Julie sign cross and kneel in front of table facing audience
Dale: I do!
Julie: (looks sideways at Dale then forward again) I… don’t.
They go back to table.
Narrator: Tonight is an experiment in “What if.” What if every time a person found something they didn’t like in their date they could simply hit a bell (hits bell) and have them redo whatever just happened a different way? That’s the aim of tonight’s program. (walks over an places bell on table between couple, to both couple and audience) Enjoy.
Dale walks off after Narrator just to walk right back on again. Stops stage left.
Dale: Okay, okay Mike you can do this. You’re about to enter the danger-zone. Are you scared? No, of course you’re not scared! You’re the tiger, no the Dragon! Go in there n give that girl exactly-(narrator walks on with bad mini-stash and a towel over his arm) oh hello…
Waiter: (in a bad French accent) Is there anything I can help you with, sir?
Dale: Oh, um, yes. I’m here for Wilson, party of two.
Waiter: Ah yes, right this way. I believe your young lady friend has beaten you here. Here is your table.
Julie:: (stands) Hi, I’m Julie.
Dale: Mike. (shake hands and they sit down and an awkward silence ensues) So, Kate tells me you work in sales.
Julie: Yes, I work for a small yarn producer. We supply all the biggest craft stores like JoAnn Fabrics, Marshall’s, and – well that’s actually about it.
Dale: (unimpressed) impressive. I’m a build engineer at a software Daleufacturing company.
Julie: Oh, what does that encompass?
Dale: mostly just writing and checking code… it’s pretty boring actually.
Waiter comes back.
Waiter: Are you ready to order.
Dale: (without looking at girl) yes. I’ll have the 12oz. New York strip steak with the mashed potatoes and asparagus. (hands back menu)
Julie: (looking over menu quickly) I’ll just have the vegetarian special.
Waiter: (taking menus) very good Madame. Exit stage right
Dale: so… you’re a vegetarian…
Julie: (smiles) guilty as charged.
Dale: you know who else was a vegetarian? Hitler.
Julie: (take aback) what?
Dale: eat meat!
Julie slams bell
Dale: So, you’re a vegetarian
Julie: (surprised the bell actually worked) yes…
Dale: is that a matter of principle?
Julie: yes, I believe the killing of any innocent creature for food is cruel.
Dale: (to stage right) waiter!
Waiter walks onstage a few steps
Waiter: yes Messier?
Dale: I’ll change my order to the vegetarian special also.
Waiter: very well. Exits
Dale: I didn’t want to force you to watch my cruelty.
Julie: how sweet. (starts getting worked up)
Dale: …it’s really nothing.
Julie: (starting to cry) that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me!
Dale hits bell
Julie: (normally) how sweet.
Waiter comes back with two plates of food
Julie: Oh sir, could I also get a soda?
Dale: (under breath) pop
Julie: (turns to him) soda.
Dale: pop
Julie: soda!
Dale: pop! (hits bell)
Julie: pop.
Waiter: yes what kind?
Julie: make it a coke.
Waiter: It’ll be right out. Exits
Julie: so, what do you do here in Erie?
Dale: I’m a cab driver. (bell) I’m a greeter at wallmart. (bell) I’m a bus boy, actually I work at this restaurant. (bell) I’m not at liberty to discuss that… (bell) I’m a Police and Safety Officer at Mercyhurst College (bell) The mob? (bell) I’m a teacher.
Julie: (to self) finally! (louder) oh really, what do you teach?
Dale: U.S. History.
Julie: Oh, that was my favorite subject.
Dale: really?
Julie: no. (bell) yes!
Dale: Random fact: did you know that T.R. wrestled a bear? That’s right, I just dropped some knowledge on you. (Julie stares at him) I dropped it like it’s hot! (he starts dancing, bell) yes, I love it too. What do you do?
Julie: I’m a veterinarian.
Dale: woah! Well I’d like to vet… your so… I bet… (peters off)
Julie: Were you going somewhere with that?
Dale:…something about doggy style (bell)
Julie: so, I think I’m actually gonna stick to women (bell)
Dale: Is that a mirror in your pocket? (bell)
Julie: I want five kids! (bell)
Dale: I have a foot fetish (bell)
Julie: I have a disease… (bell)
Dale: I’m actually married (bell)
Julie: I like posters of babies dressed as grownups (bell)
Dale: I like big butts and I cannot lie you- (bell)
Julie: I was on Legends of the Hidden Temple and couldn’t put the silver monkey together…
Dale: (squints eyes and shakes head, hit bell)
Julie: I have ten cats! (bell)
Dale: I hate The Office (bell)
Julie: I used to be a man…
Dale: (reaches for bell, hesitates, then shrugs) I guess I can live with that.
Exeunt
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Lazy Daze
Sorry, it's been a while. I actually don' have anything to post right now... I've been busy with school (ick) which meanse I haven't had much time to write and the little that I have written isn't good enough to post. So, hopefully I'll have something new up here soon. A new year calls for new things, I'm just a little slow actually getting them out...
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