Thursday, February 21, 2008

Putting it on the line...

I don't know why I am doing this, but I am. Robert McKee says that no one has to know how mediocre most of your work is unless you "add vanity to folly, and put it on display." Well I guess I fall into that category. I just don't know what to do with most of the crap I write, so I'll share it with the blogging world.

Here Lies

The clank of a can on a cold tile floor
Feels like falling through
Ice on a frozen pond.
Warmth deserts like a cowardly soldier.
No heat of sun, or fire, or flame

A mother’s unheeded warnings
Sound like toy cars
Tumbling down stairs; they

Crack
And
Shatter

Landing in a puddle of innocence

Lost.

But trying to leave, to stop, to change
Is harder still.
Like cigarette smoke you
Soak into a corduroy couch.
Seep deeper still into
Worthlessness.

Giving in
Looks like the last leaf
Falling off a wet and
Creaking tree, landing on a
Headstone:

Here lies

Change.

Misty, Water-Colored Memories


Today I spent several hours helping run a booth at the career fair for the group I went to Uganda with-- Help International. It made me so nostalgic! It made me miss the days when a lazy afternoon was spent throwing African kids in the air and wearing ridiculous polka dot shirt dresses. It was great to spend so much time just talking to people about the great experiences I had there. I am filled with gratitude today as I reminisce about my time in Uganda, and reflect on the person it has helped me to become. It was pinnacle of my life-- take that, pending marriage! (Getting engaged was pretty awesome.)

Friday, February 15, 2008

an attempt...



Did it work? If it did this is me and dave looking at our new baby. If it didn't, you are very confused by that.

give it up

I guess I have to give it up to my soon to be husband for inspiring the change in my blog title. Him and every black rapper. I'd also like to thank God and all my peeps.

Hello again, blogging world.

I am engaged, and I suck at blogging. I postulate that my blogging is so inconsistent because my page is so drab! I mean it's depressing to look at. I don't know how to insert pictires, videos, or even a snappy background. After browsing the blogs of my comrades I realized that my blog is like the awkward gothic kid that you don't want to offend because you're afriad he'll blow up the school.

Someone help!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Nerd Credentials

I believe that I am a nerd. Some would exclude me from the category simply because of some past titles I have held, for example, cheer captain. Actually that is the only one. Now I don't like to kowtow to the bigots, but to satisfy my narcissism I will exhibit some credentials that clearly define my nerdiness.
Number one is certainly the weakest point but it is that I want nerdiness, and as all nerds know desire is 49% of everything. The other 51% is reality.
When I was 10 years old I started a mimic mag of National Geographic called "Around the Globe" in which I removed magazine pictures from lesser articles and wrote better ones. One article, titled "Doggy-See, Doggy-Do", featured a seeing-eye dog who learned to drive his blind, elderly owners truck. Buddy was the first, and to the best of my knowledge still is, the only dog to be a valid licensed driver. There were two editions of "Around The Globe".
When I was 11 years old the Hughes grocery store near my house was bought out by the larger corporate Ralphs grocer. In my disdain for the switch I took myself and a small camera crew (my nine-year-old best friend Kelly) to the store to do a little live reporting on how the community members felt about it. (Just FYI the community members agreed that the new red sign was 'obtrusive' but felt that if the service remained up to par then they were okay with the switch. How fickle.)
And perhaps the number one qualification I have, and this is a coming out of sorts seeing as I think maybe two people know this about me: I invent superheros. Electro-woman, Firen, Englotech-- these are among the posse of heroes I bring to reality on paper bi-monthly.
So to you doubters, you haters, you dream-deniers: I may not read science fiction, but I do live it.