A Happy New Year

Here on the cusp of a New Year, I've noticed that most bloggers have come up with some kind of round up or resolution for 2007/08. Lacking enough posts for a round up, I figure I should write some resolution type things...

1. Write in this blog more often. And the other one too. I'm not just gonna write in here when I feel like absolute shit either! I will do more than just vent.
2. Be more active on campus. No more going to class and then coming strait home, it's time to go to the gym after or the racket ball court, or anything!
3. Make an effort to meet people. This sounds lame, but I think I actually avoid meeting new people because of a number of stupid reasons.
4. Get a job! And pay off my debt, and buy some new clothes, and save up for next year, and, and, and...
5. Stop moping about living at home. This one will be the challenge I think because sometimes I feel like I am actually going insane living here. But I will make an effort!

Ok, so, I figure that if I actually do 3/5 of these, I'll be set for a good start to 2008. Good foundations and all that...

just a day

Yesterday I turned 20

Happy Birthday to me.

Names

Everything began in the Paris of the Prairies
And from there I learned to fly

Growing tall
In the Land of the Rising Sun

While in the Eternal City
I Discovered immortality

Witnessed progress
In the Parted City

After Auld Reekie
Had shown me real beauty

But then I begun to understand true love
When I met the Bride of the Sea.

5'5"

I am only as tall
As the soles of my shoes
Will allow me to be.

My Own Hurricane

Spinning spinning spinning
It's like my head just won't stop moving
And as far as I reach
My feet
Will not touch the ground

Winter-time

Walking down the street
I just can't help but think
that my toes
are
cold.

ew.

Men over 55 should not be allowed to talk to single women under 30 unless they are closely related or under heavy supervision. A consent form should have to be signed if neither of these two criteria are met. Inappropriate touching and innuendo are not allowed under any circumstances.

Ew.

That is the last old person party I ever go to. Until I'm old and lonely and need my own rules.

Still, Ew.

Snowball

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first-- it wet the bed.

Shel Silverstein, Falling Up

Christmas of 1997

I've been asked a lot lately what I want for Christmas and every time I'm asked I have no idea what to say because I really don't know what I want for Christmas. It was so much easier when I was little and my family could just get me something simple and easy without having to ask me what I wanted and I would usually love it just because of the surprise factor.
When I was ten my grandpa gave me the book Falling Up by Shel Silverstein and this was probably one of the best gifts I have ever been given. I had every poem in the book read by Boxing day and tried to speak only in rhyme up until New Year's. Now, that book is so well-read that the bindings are held together with string and I still have many of the poems memorized word for word.
I don't know if this gift was perfect because of a lucky guess or because my grandpa just knew what I would like. Either way, it made a certain impression on me that I haven't been able to forget (not that I should!). I've branched out a bit from "God's Wheel" and "Snowball" and "Long-Leg Lou and Short-Leg Sue", but I still always go back to them because it's poems like this that really turned me on to poetry when I was small.
I don't know where I was going with this except to say that I think children now don't experience that, and it's a bit sad.

The Oval

I'm not a very good skater and I never have been, but for some reason I decided to go skating this afternoon. Aside from the constant ache of my feet that started about 7 minutes after my blades touched the ice, and the initial realization that all the other people there were either couples or parents with their three-year-olds, it was really nice to feel myself glide across the ice again. And no, I don't mean feel my ass glide across the ice after I fall flat (I didn't do that this time!). It was like anything else after a while, just me and the ice. It was really neat, all I had to do was think about not skating into anyone and that was it! Nothing else was in my head at all. It was bliss...

Of course, this reverie usually only lasted about 4 minutes, about at which time some hockey player, speed skating champion, or figure skater up for the Olympics would pass me while showing off for whoever he or she (but usually a he) was with. I then had one minute to get back into the zone, and four minutes to stay there.

If I was smart (rather than a dumbass), I would have thought of this sooner.
Live and Learn I guess.