I just read an article about how rappers have to buy fake bling because of the recession. What is this country coming to?

I want to have a dinner party.
We can wear nice clothing and Danny and I will make dinner (once I tell him about my plan to have a dinner party) and I will wear an apron and carry around a cocktail. It will be really splendid.

I want to do a lot of other things too.

I cannot sleep there are so many things I want to do.

I'll be home in a week. I wish I had poems or something to post, because I feel like I am posting the same thing over and over again, but I have nothing to write a poem about. My day was average, my mood indifferent, the sky gray. I am just trying to get through the next six days, but really nothing is so bad except that life lacks excitement and when it has excitement I wonder whether it's the wrong kind of excitement. There are some moments that are just right and I need a right moment. I have a hankering to watch John Hughes films for hours. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am stuck in adolescence. Let's play spin the bottle and listen to bad pop music and talk about the boys that we think are cute.

Okay, so I'm a little bitter. I don't think anyone would blame me though.

(Home a week from tomorrow)

Oh my goodness, I am so excited to go home.

You know it's almost finals when you have to clear all the books off your bed to go to sleep.

German Club

I really love the German program and people in German. It has been one of the few really good parts of this school year. Seriously, I can't express how grateful I am to everyone. It has been the one good constant that I can count on. If I were to name this term or even this school year it would be "The time period that I lost faith in people." It was the one thing I had faith in, which sounds silly, because it's just German club, but I feel I should say it, even though sincerity is silly and feels ridiculous.

Very strange night last night. I think I prefer home or normality where nothing like that happens. That's why I put a stop to these things before it can get out of control.

I am not napping outside. I tried and failed.

I want to take a nap outside.

Things I want to do this summer: ride my bike, go to the beach, go tubing, go camping, knit a sweater, go on lots of walks with my dog, go on walks with people, lie in the grass, lie on the beach, wear small amounts of clothing, write things, speak German, read a book in German and understand it, ride in various types of boats, be happy.

I finished my socks! They are so amazing! I will post pictures soon!

I shut myself alone in my room, because I'm afraid
to tell others that I'm lonely. The water is sour
here, but I drink regardless. I don't wash
my cup. Loneliness is equated with something
a different, darker color, but all it really means
is that no one is here. Eating the same thing
everyday will cause a nutrient deficient
and this applies to things outside the body
as well. I want to consume the sunshine
and have it glow brightly from somewhere
in my intestines. The problem is that everything
gets pushed out again, leaving only a lack of light.

To be with someone, you must have agreement
about something. We both like the sunshine
and this is enough.

To Pull the Stinger off of a Bee

I was swatting at the bee and it stung
me and everyone said,
"But why did you let the bee around you?"
as if I were the one who flew and buzzed
and spent my days in pursuit of honey.

The stinger got stuck.
It had to be coaxed out
while the bee lay
dying. An appropriate punishment.

There are steaming holes on my campus. It rained the whole day on Friday, flooding most of the campus and the surrounding city. When that happened, a man hole started to steam. It was so hot, it created a ditch around the man hole. The steam spread and now there are these disgusting holes in the ground. It's really fascinating, in a rather grotesque way.

Poems to post when I come back from work. I know you are on the edge of your seat. Also, does anyone have an interest in reading the story I wrote for advanced writing and tell me if it's awful? It's currently 40 double spaced pages, but will probably end up being around 55.

Let's play escapist and go somewhere fun.

Who's with me?

(I'm dreading the "o comments" at the bottom of this message)

There's a first year in the townhouse and she is wearing crocs.

My feet have been wet and cold since ten this morning. I am just begging for some awful sickness. Swine flu anyone?

I'm going to Galena tonight to volunteer at the Galena triathalon tomorrow.

I am the sleepiest person in the whole world.

Sara and I made iron-on t-shirts for German club.

My right middle finger is burnt and my left wrist. Luckily I attended Jazz Night first, so I had things in my system to ease the pain.

Good night.

Okay, I know I complain about people, but I really do appreciate people sometimes. I do. You know who you are. And if you don't, I probably appreciate you.