so today has been a really weird day in a lot of ways, and i’m feeling weird, and i’m drowning in work that i’ve procrastinated on. tomorrow i have a dr appt at 9:30, class all day, and then another one at 3:30, and so much crap that is due on thursday that its ridiculous. how i let all this slide i have no idea. but i do it every semester, except that every semester i’m not successfully taking 15 credits and trying to bust my ass to graduate, and i think it sucks that i can’t sit back and get everything read the way that i want to. i think the fall will be easy, with one class i took before, one with a teacher i don’t know, and two with dr. smith, my fav professor. hurray.
denis peter got a job at red lobster as a manager and thats super cool, and we went and ate there tonight and it was ewird because all the restaurant managers i’ve ever worked for seemed really old, and of course pete doesn’t seem old to me. one of their managers was going around making the servers clean the windows, and actually shining a flashlight through the window to make sure they got it clean. crazy. so glad hops was never like that. oh, the glory days.
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who knows why you and i fell off the roster?
who can figure out why you and i never passed muster
on our way out yonder?
does anyone wonder why you and i lacked
the presence of minding our blunders?
can anyone see why you and i, no longer intact,
pulled a disappearing act and left with scratch? our secret pact
required that you and i forget why and where
we lost our place when we went off the books.
could anyone guess, does anyone know or even care
why you and i can’t be found, as hard as we look?
who’ll spell out for us, if we exist,
why you and i missed our turn on the list?
who can stand to reason why you and i let
our union dissolve to strike the orderly alphabet?
-harryette mullen
a poem that can be applied to so many of life’s relationships
oh you lucky people who read my journal. fall semester it will be pre-1950’s poetry that will haunt my journal 🙂