Exploring the great disabled world
Exploring the great disabled world
People come to the oracle
This sterile void of redundant faith
Counting the years that go by
Trust tomorrow and rethink the threat
This is my "paste-pot" poem. Basically what we had to do was cut out a bunch of words from various magazines, particularly interesting words. Make sure you have a good amount of articles, so as to cover your ass in the event you need an article (though you could always go back and cut out some more words if you know what you're looking for). And then just start playing with the words you have. Instead of you writing the poem, the poem is supposed to write itself. I'd say my turned quite well, I'm satisfied with the end result. The last line was kind of tricky though, I almost put "pardon the explosion" instead of "rethink the threat," but it wouldn't have fit. I was also considering not including a fifth line at all, but then I found "rethink the threat" and thought it fit quite well.
I like Creative Writing already, 'tis a cool class. Plus there's this senior chick that sits by me that is into computers and stuff. We were comparing video cards :tongue: Her Radeon 9800 > my Radeon 9600. I said something about wanting to get a Mac Mini too, and she didn't like that. :tongue:
I work Friday and Saturday, both days from 6PM - 11PM. Thing is, however, mine and Brian's birthday party is on Saturday. It starts at 5, so I'm calling around trying to find ushers to take my Saturday shift. Should be fun... You know what else should be fun though? Early Saturday =P I called Megan last night, finally asked her what was going on and told her what Adam had said to Elyse. She seemed genuinely surprised. We talked about various things before she asked if I was doing anything on Sunday. 'Twas decided that Saturday would be a better day to do something, though, before she goes to work. What we're doing, however, we don't know. She had to work on her Physics homework that she had been putting off for way too long. So, yea! Awesomeness! I can't wait! :grin: It took me forever to pick up the damn phone. I was pacing from the family room, through the dining room, through the kitchen, and back through the family room. I picked it up once, listened to the dial-tone for thirty seconds and put the receiver back down. I paced for another ten or so minutes and finally picked it up. 5.... 5..... 5... 5.... 5.... 5............. ...... .... 5..... (555-5555, obviously not a real number) I told myself that if I didn't press that last number, when would I? When would I actually do this, if I couldn't do it now (or, at the time, anyway)? I asked myself if I wanted to hang up and go take my shower and beat myself up for being such a coward. I asked myself if it was really worth it to not do anything. I put my finger on that last digit and pressed, ever so slighty. [i]Come on! I can do this![/i] I pressed a little harder and heard that beep. [i]There you go! There's no turning back now![/i] I was so surprised I managed to do it. Awesome. When I got off the phone I wanted to freaking dance. Thing is, I DON'T dance. It's too embarassing :tongue: Though I did let myself dance a little in the shower. :tongue: