Perpetual Smile

Tonight I wrote 1057 words for The Cure Program, because the little typewriter inside of my brain said, “FUCK YOUR HOMEWORK, WE’RE WRITING”.

The novel now has a new thread in the fabric of the plot, and I’m writing again. I’ve decided to write at least a chapter a day from now on, until it’s finished. (We’ll see how long this lasts.)

I should be doing homework right now, but since I’ve gotten home from hanging out with Mike the most I’ve accomplished is blogging. Woo. Still, I was reading Lizzy’s Tug-of-War post and was once again reminded of what I keep putting off.

My writing has taken a backseat to my web design. (more…)

I just saw part of the trailer — I didn’t want to spoil anymore of it! — for Saw V and I am so excited. In the trailer, a murderer who went to prison for only five years because of some loophole was strapped to a table… with a pendulum over him. Is anyone else think of Poe’s “The Pit and the Pendulum”? Just the thought of a pendulum swinging over this guy gives me a thrill.

I am also excited about Trick r’ Treat.

Both movies come out in October. I love this time of year.

PS: I feel the need to read some Poe right now.

It seems like, no matter what restaurant I go to these days, none of the servers speak English — especially in fast food restaurants.

This afternoon Mike picked me up from school — I can’t drive my car, but that’s another whole story — and we went on a search so that he could buy me something for my birthday (another long story). We stopped at the mall and got Chinese at the J&J BBQ place. We decided to go half on it, and he started to tell the girl behind the counter what we wanted. As he told her half noodles, half rice and she still gave him all noodles, another girl asked me what I wanted. I told her we were together. Mike was still trying to tell the first girl what we wanted, and the second girl asked me again what I wanted. Once again I told her we were together.

When we got to the end of the buffet line and she asked if we wanted anything to drink, I told her I wanted a Snapple Iced Tea. She asked me if I wanted the iced tea flavor.

Now, I am not prejudiced or racist in any way. (And you’d better believe that any racist comments on this post will be deleted, and you will be IP-banned.) I’m all for people immigrating to the United States. All of my great-great-grandparents were immigrants. I am fourth-generation American on most sides of my family. Each and every one of them either learned English before coming here, or learned afterward. They were all very, very proud to learn English. It’s really hard for me to understand why people coming here now can’t be bothered — especially when they are working in a public industry such as a restaurant — to learn some damn English.

I know that English isn’t the easiest language to learn, but you should at least make an effort. If I were to visit or move to another country, I would at least try to learn enough so that I could get by. I’m sure most of these people are fresh out of their home countries, and I can only imagine how strange it must be. It would be a lot less strange, I think, if you could understand what people were saying to you!

Long clothing
pulled over thin arms
Pins hidden in the strap of a purse
Lonely distress
written in black dingy pen
A song plays over
and over
and over
again

Hey! Wait!
Leave me be!
Been here all morning
I don’t wanna leave!
Day’s ride brings
wide, open new places to see!

I like this space,
white and clean
Cozy enough for three quick weeks
Places and faces
Rain and sleet
Safe in my bag
Dry and clean

Hey! Wait!
How long have I been away?
Top eaten alive by shears
Weird place, weird face
On a table
Out of places to see

I don’t feel like doing ANYTHING. I know there are like a million things I could be doing right now, and yet I just want to sit here. It may have something to do with getting only three hours of sleep last night.

For instance:

• I could be reading text for my Creative Writing class;
• I could be working on lettersoflove.net;
• I could be reading text for my Visual Basic I class, or
• writing out code to program one of my applications (for extra credit!);
• I could be painting for Painting I;
• I could even be writing — something other than a pointless post;
• I really should choose and submit a story for the Author Nation contest

Instead, I’ve been doing anything but any of the above. (Though, in fairness, I did do some reading for Creative Writing, AND I started outlining my NaNoWriMo novel.)

I guess it’s time to heat up some coffee, go have a cigarette and maybe wake up enough to go hang out with Mike or something.

I love you
no matter how much
you hurt me

You cut into my skin
with your words
and the blade you press to my arm

You hang over me
like fat black thunder cotton

This weekend has been crazy so far!

Mike and I got into another fight last night, the kind where it seems bad at the time but afterward you look back and it’s just kind of comical. We both basically dared each other to break up with the other, when obviously neither of us want to do that. (more…)

solid
old
always hungry
and never full
bracelets
and earrings
cats
and money
pens
and notebooks
(the drier has nothing on me)
coated in white paint
yellow on the outside
CD-ROMS
and credit cards
socks
and shoes
books
and notes
(keep looking, you’ll never find it)
paper clips
shirts
potato chips
flash drives
flash lights
purses
plastic bags
a favorite toy
you can’t blame me
i’m old
solid
always hungry
and never full
but at least you’ll never get wet
and you’ll never be cold