Plung...er

sand.art. day 1.

As terrible as that is- this only made me laugh.

"Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain"

- Billie Holiday

Rain. all day. Gloomy, very, very gloomy. Then it got cold- too cold for me. Nothing amazing happened today. I see how people can become depressed in the city- Especially living alone. I am a little intimidated by my class. Everyone is so advanced and I feel like I've been thrown into pit filled with feathers and I just cant seem to get them to stick to me so I can fly out. Yeah- random, I know. However, Darla knows how to take care of me. She just knows. We found a really great coffee place. Honestly, the best latte I have EVER tasted. Read some news and just let everything from the day go into the coffee cake :) Tomorrow rain or not- I will make the best of it. The boyfriend is coming in for little Italy and a yankees game.

Also, plunger. CHECK. enough said.

In other news, I will be participating in Austin City Limits. If you haven't looked at the line up- I suggest you check it out. Thank you boyfriend and I love you.

Tonight's poem is entitled "Depature". Not too sure what I think of it. Only that the line "fag end of cheap dreams" seems to stand out. I feel like whatever his departure was- is similar to mine. We both have doubts. We both feel like we aren't going anywhere, we aren't maturing, not learning, not evolving- just sitting (eating). However, everyone around us insists that we are moving, evolving, turning, changing, relating. However, it ends with the line- "They'll scarcely catch me". My mistakes right now are just that- mistakes. Learning experiences so I can create something I will stand behind. Something I am proud of (no matter how shitty it might actually be). I can't be scared of myself anymore. I need to just own it. The only thing I like about my outlook on life is to have as many experiences as possible (even if they test/stress me). At least I can look back and say "hey- i fucking tried". I also pride myself on the ones I keep close to me. The ones I know are here to stay- and to you special few- you're everything to me.

I refuse to look at what these poems are actually about until after I write about them. If they are wrong, and you think I'm a complete dumbass that is okay. This is for me to figure out myself- not do a fucking english project.

Goodnight NYC. Stop raining. Go Yankees.