Harry partch sings sarah w. happy birthday in his insane scale (afro-chinese duet) even if she can't hear it. Sufjan too.

I'm here trying to come up with a trope for a poem due tuesday. Trope. Trope. I can think of things that you could make metaphores out of, like a blind man's white cane, or a singing saw, or a battery, but not enough interrelated thoughts to make a good poem. It's late though, so that's not helping. I'll be back on it tomarow.

You are Betty Grable

The ulitmate girl next door You're the perfect girl for most guys Pretty yet approachable. Beautiful yet real.

What Famous Pinup Are You?

I wrote a poem for class. It was about that one thing:

In the final month,

In some Irish caves,

On the twenty-first,

On the clearest days,

The sun can see the bottom.

Just a teaser really...

Whatever happens, I won't let this blog turn into what mow turned into. Nothing!

Lots of happenings here at state. Diane Wakoski Vs. my 310c Prof. Great classes really. But the best has been RESIDENT EVIL 4 in SETH'S ROOM.

As I wait for my laundry to dry before I leave for State, I feel excited. The relaxation here has been fine, but I miss the place. Oh, what am I going to do first? Probably, I will visit with folks.

Scholastically, this semester I need to score. But that's increadibly likely, my classes are the kind that I'm interested in. This is a good time for me. This is the year of the Zach.

In other news, I love This American Life. A lot. It's what got me through break.

I love ZELDA. And I'm sad this new one is taking so long to come out. I heard it was going to come out before Christmas; but now it's not coming out until later. I heard not until after April, then I heard October. :( Why do you torture me like this nintendo!?

Pedals