So I see you've been out killing skin cells

Today I celebrated the first warm sunny day in Seattle by turning myself a nice robust, Ferrari red. I look like a lobster.

ENGL 284

"Writing is the great equalizer, kinda like death."

Cooking Conundrum

My roommates and I just made brownies. But somewhere between adding olive oil because we are out of vegetable and pouring the mix into the glass pan half of the concoction disappeared. Seriously, our brownies are now cooking (read: burning) because there isn't a thick enough layer to cover the bottom of the pan. Do I know where it went? No...what? You say my face is rimmed with chocolate and there are strawberry tops in the sink? No comment.

Let's pretend it's SPRING!

Taken at the hill above the local p-patch by moi!

I am, for sure, going to Hell.

Going directly to Hell. Not passing Go, and not collecting 200 dollars. Damn!

I became a 'true' and confirmed member of the Episcopal Church today; made all the more official by the presiding Bishop of our dioses who is from Texas and sounds like George W. My sister who, while we look quite similar is about three inches shorter and forty pounds lighter, got congratulated on my confirmation probably about as many times as I did. A sad, sad day pour moi. Let's just say that if it wasn't Mother's Day, I would not be the newest confirmed Episcopal in the area. But alas, I am and I think there's a special circle of Dante's Hell for people who pledge false allegiance.

Poetry

I heart my poetry teacher; an exclamation brought forth by this stanza written by Kevin

I love making
love sometimes.

"What is it Kevin!? WHAT DO YOU LOVE???" Petite women with short hair and box glasses waving her arms frantically in the air.

Gossip Girl

Spotted at 1:05 pm, Sunshine, finally showing her head from behind the Clouds. Is Spring finally here, or is Sunshine still feeling guilty about that bout of snow last month?

The Tail of a Cat Named Pants

Once upon a time there was a cat, his name was Rhett. But Rhett was a special cat and his owners called him disaster pants more often then his actuall name. Eventually it was a lost cause and the cat, formally named Rhett, now goes by the name Pants.

*note the beautiful rainbow throw rug he is situated on.

Because it made me smile

Mona Van Duyn from The Sounds of Poetry

What The Motorcycle Said

Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:
All--r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter--
Am, the world's my oyster.

I hate plastic, wear it black and slick,
hate hardhats, wear one on my head,
that's what the motorcycle said.

Passed phonies in Fords, knocked down billboards, landed
on the other side of The Gap, and Whee
threw away their wrath.

R-r-rackety-am-m. Am. War, rhyme,
soap, meat, marriage, the Phantom Jet
are shit, and like that.

Hate pompousness, punishment, patience, am into Love,
hat e middle-class moneymakers, live on Dad,
that's what the motorcycle said.

Br-r-rackety-am-m. It's Nowsville, man. Passed Oldies, Uglies,
Straighties, Honkies. I'll never be
mean, tired or unsexy.

Passed cigarette suckers, souses, mother-fuckers,
losers, went back to Nature and found
how to get VD stoned.

Passed a cow, too fast to hear her moo, "I rolled
our leave of grass into one ball.
I am the grassy All."

Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, AM:
All-Gr-r-rin, ooohgah, gl-l-utton--
Am, the world's my smilebutton.


Now picture someone reading it outload in a class of 24 people :), and the Rolling Stones.

Day 9

Still no contacts.

World Vision

I use once a day disposal contacts and am currently on day 7 of NO CONTACTS. My vision is far below 20/20, with the world becoming a ball of blurry shapes with nice shag carpet outlines without correctional vision. My glasses can be summed up with a conversation I had today with a friend from high school'

"I ran out of contacts last Friday."-me

"Oh yea, I remember those glasses."-friend

"And that's how old the prescription is."-me

So if my contacts don't come tomorrow, Group Health Cooperative there will be words, there will be words.