In preparation for my poetry unit this week, I have been doing some writing today. Goodness, I forget sometimes how releasing it can be to write poetry. I love this art-- it's my art. Anywho, poem at the end of this post.
Somewhat eventful weekend, I suppose. On Friday night, Natalie, John, his friend Michael, and I all went to see "365." Basically, this woman decided to write a play a day for a year, and TWU performed one week's worth of plays plus three constants. Some of it I didn't really understand, and Tim and Kevin had to explain the meaning of what they understood from their performance. She covered a broad range of topics, and a lot of the plays we saw had some kind of tie-in to war. The play performed for April 1st, "George Bush Visits the Cheese and Olive," was hilarious. Song and dance, a wonderful farce, and Kevin's big, dumbo-Bush ears kept falling off. We couldn't stop laughing. Afterward, we hit up dinner and beers at the bar. The Mavs won! Woo hoo... and I bought a lot of shots.
I slept all day yesterday. It was wonderful in every way. Dance partied all night! We met some really awesome girls and had a blast at their house. Jumped over to a party across town with Amanda & Nas... we played a good April Fool's joke on one of Nas's friends. I called her and told her Nas got arrested for a DWI after driving Amanda's car... hehe. That's evil! I almost had to wonder if an April Fool's joke was played on me by Amanda, but I'm led to believe not. Some very crazy happenings involving the boy I have had a crush on for awhile, creating my own embarassment, and well... deciding he's probably too cool for me anyway. It's time to give it up.
I had to go to the library and pick up a book I had put on hold, and since it was so nice outside I decided to spend a little time at the Texas Storytelling Festival happening in the park. Very cool. I was disappointed in the turnout, though, I really expected more people. Next year I'm definitely going to go listen to more stories-- it was fun. The ability to tell stories is one of Daniel Pink's 6 characteristics of a right-brained person. I plan on taking over the future, fo' sho'.
I'm smoking again. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
Poem:
I am from bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes decorating spring in Texas
From sitting on my great aunts' knees and
"This is how the cowboys ride."
From my mother's jewelry box where I claimed my first pair of clip-on earrings,
From family movies and my father's humorous narration behind the camcorder.
I am from long walks to West Point Convenience Store
where my siblings and I bought PayDays and Dr.Peppers.
From my grandmother's grilled cheese sandwiches, which were always perfect.
From races my little brother always won--
whether on land or in the water.
I am from red and white on Fridays.
From the drive across Belton which used to be dominated by ranches;
They have now been erased by housing developments.
From pirouettes around the kitchen island and tap dancing on my mother's tile.
From bright red lipstick and my first tutu, emerald green,
and the matching leotard lined in gold;
We danced to Elton John's "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?"
From summertime
and ripe, red fruits picked straight from the vine and popped into my mouth.
From Lucy's puppies almost born beneath the cool tangle of watermelon leaves and vines;
We moved her to the garage;
three were born, one was lost.
I am from the window seat on my first flight;
From Madrid, Salamanca, Segovia,
From standing on the same stairway as El Greco
when he painted Toledo.
From my frustrated and broken Spanish.
I am from Kerr Hall and Crescent Street,
both filled with howling laughter;
From my introduction to pineapple and jalepeno pizza
From the boys playing dominoes in the dining hall
and dancing with my best friends to Junior Senior.
I am from the drive on I-35,
the aorta of Texas,
connecting the heart of my childhood to the limbs of my future.
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