more randomness

today in economics class i wrote out a list of 5 words i wanted to use in my next piece:
slumber
entrancing
gracious
happy
vicious

then i challenged myself (for some unknown reason) to include all those words in just 4 lines.
this is what i came up with. i may add more onto it, to make it an actual poem, versus just a random description:

The vicious beauty slumbers still-
Entrancing, she, curled in a ball,
Is happy here, before the fire-
Her gracious whiskers, golden wire.


(and don't ask me what gracious whiskers are... they're just there ;) )

they call me...

They call me the Taco Bell Ninja. I call me "they".

Just worked an 8 hour shift, during which my named seemed to change from "Kip" to "Cinderella" to "Superman", or so my co-workers seemed to believe, because I ended up literally running around the store fulfilling other people's responsibilities while they were standing around, talking with friends. All of this while I had my own 4 sinkfuls of dishes to finish "in a half hour".

Sorry, I've got to complain to someone, and you're only reading this cuz you visited MY void, so there. =P

Why do I do it? Why do I work myself into a cold, wet, footsore mess every day? Money. And recently, I've started training for shift leader, which means a measly $.50/hr more. Sure, it comes with much more responsibility for hardly any compensation, but I'm convinced now that I'm doing it more for the power it will give me.... that's right. I'm on a power trip. Surprise, surprise. I have a feeling this one won't pay out like I'm expecting it to.

Na Na Na Na

So I recently obtained quite a lot of trance music for my hungry ears. It's all great stuff, and I'm glad I've broadened my musical horizons (I used to have only one album in my winamp playlist). So, while we've established that I like this music, I must point out: it must be really funny to hear people trying to identify a particular song, going "No, it's the on that goes 'na na na na'!" ....
...


...

"Oh, THAT one!"
"No, that's not it."
....
"Oh... hmmm."


Anyway, on another topic, my doctor has given me a clean bill of health, which really only means that I don't have any more excuses to skip work and school all at once... and I have a bit of homework to catch up on. ^_^
So I'm sitting in my apartment (who would have guessed?) doing laundry, with my math homework waiting to be done, and work looming over the horizon in a few hours.
On the bright side, it's sunny today! Walla Walla's weather could not make up its mind even if we gave it cash money.

This is me nagging myself to write something creative again.

the void has me!

... or maybe it's the flu. All I know is I really don't feel well. So, I took yesterday and today off, and we'll see how things shape up tomorrow. I'm sitting in my apartment, having just woke up at about the time my last class for the day was letting out. I almost feel guilty for missing it. I even gave myself the opportunity to get up this morning, but decided I would sleep in anyway.

So by now I've painted a picture of what happens for me on normal mornings. The only difference is, on most mornings I don't feel bad enough to overcome my guilt of missing class, so I end up going.

I'm not on the schedule today for work, which is an odd, but well-appreciated occurrence. It means I don't have to call in sick again. =)

So today, my list of things to intend to do and then ignore goes something like :
1. Clean the apartment up from the leftovers of last night's party
2. Clean my room... the result of my living there.
3. Catch up in my online class.
4. Purge myself of this void.

How is YOUR day? ;)

back to work

I am coming to the end of quite a few days off from work in a row. I will attempt to remain in good spirits, as I work my scheduled 23 hours in the next 3 days...For now, I'm going to give you all a list of very cool / funny / bad / sick websites. Take your chances at will! ;)

www.penny-arcade.com
www.leasticoulddo.com
http://slashdot.org
www.deviantart.com
www.ebaumsworld.com
www.albinoblacksheep.com
www.b0g.org
www.lowbrow.com
www.fark.com
www.ilovebees.com
www.redvsblue.com

Good luck! If you're like me, you'll be sucked in for hours...

Journey - part 4

I find myself to be beside
The girl I chased to lengths so far.
She's given in- she cannot hide
Behind her pride one second more.

But what I see is not regret.
She sees me now as one like her.
A happiness and awe have met
That chemistry between us stir.

We face again the path ahead
And there before us, standing tall,
A cliff awaits- steep banks of dread-
Our hardest journey of them all.

I look to her with all hope lost,
But she just smiles and takes my hand.
Her touch has giv'n my heart a toss,
We're off together for high land.

At last we scale the rock face, and
Behold, a hill just like before!
Both tired, we rest, and- hand in hand-
Anticipate one journey more.

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Epilogue below...

Epilogue

Every End Is A Beginning

"Can you see now that I am not above you? Since you first laid eyes on me, I knew we were meant to be together. You took it upon yourself to view me as proud. All the time you chased me, I was, in a way, chasing you."
"Your figure stood out against the sky on the hilltop just as much as my robe must have against the forest. When you followed me in, your own footsteps were glowing so brightly I could not see my own behind you. Your worship of me seemed so ironic, because you were proving yourself of pure intention all along the way, so as to make me all but run back to you."
"When we were finally united outside of the blight, I felt just as much awe and joy as you did, and I knew that, together, we could accomplish much greater things than what we had apart. That is why I knew that we could easily climb the cliff we had come to, and why I felt assured we would endure any other journeys that came our way after that."
"Resting on the new hill, which reminded me so much of the one I'd first seen you on, I realized that love in its most powerful form, is just what we had practiced: Two people enduring the same difficulties, and longing still for only each other. But it's more than that, too. All along the way, they care for each other and respect each other more even than themselves. The shared realization that the other sees you so highly is the best experience, in my opinion, that this life has to offer. May you and I continue to look to each other for help, support, care, and love in our many journeys to come."

Journey - part 3

I'm glad I didn't decide to tell you that it was definitely going to be 3 parts, because it looks like there will be at least 4. Hopefully I can wrap it up by next time. I have enjoyed this, but all good things come to an end- and at their appropriate times! (Helpful advice for certain people who pray in front of large congregations who are kneeling on tile!)

I hope you'll like how I end this poem- right now I plan on having a part 4 to finish the story, and an epilogue that... well, I won't say too much. Here's part 3:
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I will myself to stand again.
She's walking, now, toward a light.
I'm running now, and calling out
I've followed her into a blight.

She seems to stroll so leisurely
While, sprinting, I cannot catch up.
The forest, now, is far behind-
The ground beneath my feet's dried up.

I hear her laugh, ahead of me
Oh, sweet oasis for my ear!
I can ignore her mocking glee
To dwell on what I'm pleased to hear.

She seems to know I'm not disturbed,
And turns her smiling cheeks my way.
Her pow'r, she knows, has just been curbed.
I am her equal now, in play.

She lets me gain a little ground!
My heart leaps higher in my chest.
I'm close enough to smell her now.
My senses are all in arrest.

Journey - part 2

Note: I edited the line in the 3rd stanza of part 1 to match the rhyme scheme, per the commentor's advice ^_^. Here's part 2!

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I pick a path to aid my pace,
And keep my eye upon the grace
Embodied in this siren fair
Who's robed in white, and golden hair.

I get a little closer, now,
And as I gain, I wonder how
She knew I'd come so quickly hence.
It surely was an extra sense.

Her flowing robe is glowing, still
And in her steps, a magic dwells.
The earth behind her stays alight,
And pierces through this forest night.

I weary from my sudden trip.
My foot rechecks itself- I slip.
She casts a glance behind her, and
With just a smirk, holds out her hand.

She's still too far away to touch,
And shows no signs of slowing much.
Is this her way of mocking me?
Her taunting lifts me to my knee.

Journey

Every now and then I sort of fall into the world of prose and poetry. They are usually short trips before I'm back up on my feet and walking down the sidewalk again. But while I'm there, I sometimes take a moment to describe the funny way the ants are carrying that crumb, or the extreme pain my nose is feeling because of my lack of ability to catch myself. Of course, I give no guarantees on quality, quantity, or frequency, and infrequency could be more of a blessing than a curse for you. But here it is, whether you want to read it or not.

If you do find my stuff in the least bit interesting, I am really, really looking for some feedback. I'm going to look into turning on the "anonymous poster" option if that's possible, so you don't have to go through the trouble of signing up just to put in your say.

(Edit: I've decided to make this poem a continuing story. It has drawn out a bit, and I feel as though I'm running out of creativity for today. I'll let you all in on what this Journey is supposed to represent when it's through.)

Today's randomness is entitled:

Journey - part 1

I look upon the distant hill,
And see a brilliant speck of light.
It wavers first, and then stands still.
It dances on the edge of sight.

I follow, with a sense of awe,
This enigma of delight.
Such a joy I've ne'er seen
Playing at the edge of light.

As I draw near, I make out form-
It leads me to a darkened wood.
What's this? It looks to have a warm,
Soft head of hair! This seems too good!

I did not recognize the shape
Of such a woman far away.
She captivates me, binds me, now,
And from her trail I cannot stray.

I've long since left the gay, green knoll
I find myself nigh at the wood.
I stand where that sweet, playful soul
Had, when I spotted her, just stood.

So I'm going to try this blog thing

This is new for me. This will probably be mainly open for discussion, but I'll at least attempt to post something here semi-regularly.