| The useless blob. |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|11:00 pm] |
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I feel like a useless blob. Here is a poem to denote my useless blobiness.
Brain has turned to poo
Useless Bachelor's degree
Debt. 30,000
So, the job-hunt begins. What have I been doing the past year? Watching all-day marathons of "Ellen" the sitcom on the Oxygen channel in my parents' bedroom.
Here is another poem.
Unhappy Jacki
Sits on the ugly couches
And eats Raisin Bran
Ugh... |
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| And when that's done, well... I don't know. |
[May. 14th, 2007|09:40 am] |
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I graduated on Saturday. Wow, what a fantastic feeling, walking across the stage and knowing that I'll never have to sit through another 300 level class again. No more bullshit literature classes. No more crap ass gen ed. It's all done and gone. UIC for the next year and... maybe China? Maybe South Korea? Maybe Taiwan? Who knows! Right now, I'm just feeling the fat content of unemployment and sleeping until 9. It's relief like sobriety before church. |
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| Anticrastination on a mild spring night |
[May. 2nd, 2007|10:52 pm] |
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And as I sat here all night, my fingers slowly started to fall to pieces. One by one, they all crumbled to dust. Our relationship had gone sour months before.
I will miss my fingers. Surely, they were quite helpful.
Picking flowers.
Going up and down.
Pouring lemonade.
Feeling sweet release.
Encouraging him to go deeper.
Moving around the country.
Multitasking.
Clenching the sheets so tight.
Cleaning.
Dirtying.
Mystifying and extricating all on the same shebang.
Minding my own business.
Wondering where it went.
Flipping switches.
Baking soda.
Learning your history.
Mewling in vivid perception.
Yeah, they were good to me, alright. I saw them at Starbucks the other day, and I immediately thought of betrayal. But if I sit back and look at my life from the other side of the street, I'll realize that they're happier this way. And I'm glad. |
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