Today is a special day!

It's my sister's birthday! Here are three things I love about my sister.

1. She is a great artist! She can paint and draw and do all sorts of things that I wish I could do. She's always been artistic, ever since she made her first ceramic plate as a little kid.

2. She organizes her bookshelf by color. Sweeeet.

3. She can bake like a pro! Check out her blog to see some of the cool stuff she's made.

Happy birthday, Way-cho!

Hacked

This morning I loaded gmail to sign into my email account. APPARENTLY there is a HACKER on the INTERNET and my account has been hacked. This means that creepy emails have been sent to random people through my address. I feel violated! Digitally violated! This is just a friendly holiday reminder to change your passwords frequently. Also, I apologize if you were the recipient of a creepy email sent by my account.

Y'all need to hide yo' passwords, hide yo' key words, an' hide yo' security images, cuz they hackin' err'body out here.

Love Hate Love

I was thinking the other day about things that I used to hate, but that I now love. Allow me to present a list of such things.

• Root beer (thank you, Derek, for training me)
  
• Driving alone
• Chemistry
• Pilot G2 pens
• Playing the piano
• Weight training
• Spanish
• Taylor Swift
  
• Wearing sweaters
• Hugs
  
• Curling my hair
• Squash (the veggie type)
  
• Singing
• Mowing the lawn

There are a lot of things that I currently dislike, but hope to someday love. Examples:

• Running
• Snow
• Drinking water
• Talking to strangers
• Kissing
• Riding a bike
• Studying at the library
• Doing the dishes

Things that I dislike and will probably always dislike:

• Cheesecake
• Lima beans
• Money

So, readers (if there are any of you). . . what things in your life have transitioned from the hate list to the love list?

Miracles happen

So, about five minutes ago I was looking through a shoebox of cards/notes/sentimental items that people have given to me. I found a birthday card from my grandma. It was a very sweet card. She always customizes our birthday cards by writing a personalized, original poem in them, and then printing a photo of us. She's a great card-maker. THIS card, from my most recent birthday, was an especially cool find at this moment because. . . . it had 20 bucks in it!!!!!!!!! Wooooo!!!! Yes, that $20 has been sitting in there since early March, unbeknownst to me.

Why am I rejoicing so much over this $20? Well, mostly because I am completely broke right now. Let me diagram the situation for you.

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Here's me: (me), here's poverty: (poverty).

Poverty and me, we're like this:

(pomeverty)

Yup, we're sharing parentheses. That's how close we are.
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Anyway, I'd just like to take this moment to thank my grandma for allowing me to eat this week. Thanks, Grandma!

(And thanks, Sentimental Shoebox, for acting as an interest-less savings account for the past five months!)

Peace

Please, watch this video. It will change the way you think of yourself, of the world, of the possibilities that peace can bring to humanity. I'm not a hippie. Peace is not just an idea--it is action. Similarly, Peace Day, which you will learn about in the following video, is not just a day of symbolism. It is a day of action, a day of real change. When fighting stops, healing can begin.

If you'd like to participate in a Peace Day celebration and you live near Provo, UT, come to the BYU campus on September 24th, between 7 and 10 PM to help change lives for the better. You can also look up PEACE DAY @ BYU on Facebook, or email peacedaybyu (at) gmail.com for more information.

Gamer confessions

So lately (as in within the past half hour or so), I've been reminiscing about all of the awesome computer games I used to play as a kid. I've never been a fan of console games, but I do like computer games. Does anyone else remember these awesome games from the 1990s and early 2000s? (* = favorites)

Myst*
Oregon Trail 5*
DinoPark Tycoon
SimAnt
Odell Down Under (I ALWAYS forget what this game is called.)
Sid Meier's Civilization II* (I still play this all the time.)
SimCity
Where In the World Is Carmen Sandiego?
Zoombinis*
MathBlaster
The ClueFinders games
Zoo Tycoon*
Jazz Jackrabbit
Monkey Island games*

There's another game I used to love, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was called. It was an old DOS game involving a kid in a cloak that ran through a castle. You could shoot little fiery bullets, and you had to collect goblets of potion to regain your health. . . . There was lava. And moonlight. . . . Argh. I can't remember what it was called. Perhaps my siblings can help me out with this one.

Wow. I sound like a nerd now. Oh well! Keep in mind, all of these games were played in moderation, with the possible exception of that one time when my brother and I played Civilization II for over two hours straight. But that was just once. And then I ironed 10 shirts to make up for my laziness. I'm not a gamer. No, no, no.

What games--computer, video, board, or whatever else--did you enjoy as a kid?

Vaycay pt 3 - Disney is da best

Disneyland is a great place. Obviously. This year they've added a great new show at California Adventure. It's called World of Color, and it's freaking awesome.

Picture the fountain show at the Bellagio in Vegas.

Now make the water change colors.
Now add synchronized music and a lit-up ferris wheel.
Now add fire exploding from the water pool.
Now add lasers.
Now add clips from Disney movies being projected onto the water.

Cool, eh?

Seriously, this show was awesome. The music, lights, water, and other elements all meshed together perfectly. I was in awe at the amount of imagination and engineering (Imagineering, as they call it in Disneyland) that went into the show. It was oddly emotional to watch. At one point, the music was "So Close" from the movie Enchanted, and the water screens were showing all of the best Disney kisses. It was very tender. Awwww! Cheesiness aside, it was well worth the 2 hour wait to see the show.

When I grow up, I will create giant colorful water shows with fire and lasers and music.

Vaycay part dos

Let's talk about trees. I love trees. I draw them all the time. I did a project on references to trees in the book of Isaiah. My brother and I named the willow trees that used to line our street. I sometimes read about trees when I have nothing to do. On my trip to California, I saw some trees.

They were big.


Woaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.

The giant sequoias were absolutely amazing to behold. I luff them.


Guys, nature is awesome. I kind of love it. This trip was a cool reminder of how amazing God's creations are, from the really big stuff
to the very small stuff.


The stuff in between isn't so bad, either.

I'm baack!

Best. Vacation. Ever.

I'll have to describe this vaycay (read: "vacation," shortened and cutesified) in a few shortish blog posts instead of one giant post. I feel like the latter option would be the equivalent of making you all watch a long and boring slideshow of vacation photos.

First: the Salt Flats at sunrise. I realized, as we started our drive to California, that I have never seen the Salt Flats. I've lived in UT my whole life, and I've never been there. Nuts. Luckily, we took the scenic route and I got to be there just as the sun was coming up. Gorgeous.

(Please forgive the occasional cell phone pics....)

Around noon on the first day of driving, we came across a "town" called Tonopah, Nevada. This place is scary. One of the biggest features of the town was a clown motel. It was not cool. Me no likey. Glimpse into the evil freakishness thereof:
Freaky. I have other pictures, but they're too frightening to post.

After narrowly escaping the zombie-like grasp of Tonopah, we made our way to Tioga Pass near Yosemite. This place was beautiful. Observe:

Unforgettably gorgeous. Aaaahhh. Well, that's enough for now. Coming soon: gigantic, red, fuzzy trees and other nature-ish stuff.

Laun-dray.

Here I am, at my parents' casa, doing laundry. Why am I doing laundry at 10pm on a Sunday? Because I need clothes to pack. Why am I packing?

Because I'm going to DISNEYLAND!

That's right, folks, I'm going to the happiest place on earth (besides Provo). We're leaving at 4:30 tomorrow morning and starting the long drive to the land of giant cartoon mice. It will be nice. And full of spice. (Eurydice. That was for you, Averyl.)

Seriously, those are big mice.

Anyway, that's that. I hope you all have a fantastic week. Just know that it will not be as fantastic as MY week is going to be. Bwahaha. Be jealous. Loves!

This is a blog. About a log. With a frog. In the fog.

Hmm. A lot has changed since my last post. I finally got a job, which is nice. I work for a probate research company in Salt Lake. This is a little difficult, since I still have an apartment and awesome friends in Provo. So, for the time being, I live in Salt Lake during the week and come to Provo to party on the weekends. Also, I come here to blog. (Apparently.) It's kind of an odd situation, but it allows me to see my fam and friends, have a job, and not spend millions of dollars on gas for my car. Instead, I'm only spending thousands on gas. Just kidding. Seriously though. Driving is expensive.

Let's see, what else. . . . Oh yeah, I'm engaged!






I am SO just kidding, cuz I am SO not engaged. So not even dating anyone, but that is so how I like it, for the time being. I'm a free woman, and it kind of rocks.

Umm.... what else.... I bought an Irish pennywhistle! I'm learning, very slowly and squeakily, to play it. It kind of rocks, too. Everything kind of rocks right now. Life is good.

P.S.
Does anyone read this blog?

Summertime?

Spring semester is only a couple of weeks from being over! I can't believe it! I feel like I've learned more about psychology in the past two months than I have in three semesters of being a psych major. My two classes have been fantastic. Part of me wants to take classes during summer term as well, but then the logical, budget-constrained part of me convinces me otherwise.

In other news, I am still jobless. I searched and searched, filled out dozens and dozens of applications, drove from business to business begging for work, (and repeated and repeated words upon words), but nothing worked out. At this point, I've accepted unemployment. It's only for 2 months, and then I'll be working 2 jobs during school. I'm disappointed, but I'll be able to make it through.

For now, it's time to enjoy the last bit of school, the "summer" weather (snow in May + rain every week = not summer), and the time to relax. I'm also thinking about volunteering for a mental health clinic.... I'll let you know what happens. Happy summer, everyone!

The Union of Distinctive Mustaches

World peace is a tricky issue. Lots of people want world peace--presidents, Miss America candidates, college students, and people with blue hands.

See? World peace. In the flesh.

As much as we want world peace, it's difficult to achieve that level of human connection. Thankfully, the guys in the following video have got it down. I sincerely hope that they are not spreading anything more than world peace through their mustachioed cultural greetings, if you know what I mean....

Friend inspiration

Readers, if there are any of you, I have something to tell you.

My pal Averyl is an inspiration. She challenged herself to make 100 new friends in 100 days, and she DID IT! She also challenged herself to make 100 friends in 1 day, and she DID THAT TOO! Here are the names of some of the friends she made.

Please, go check out the blog that tells how she did it. You won't regret it!

CLICK HERE! literatureninja.blogspot.com

Teeny Tiny Room

Here are some pictures of my new room.... I'm sorry if the edges are kind of cut off. The room is so small that I couldn't back up far enough to get a good pic. :) It's a good thing Averyl and I are great friends. Otherwise, this room would be unbearable.

This is most of our room. Please take note of the shelves that will kill us quickly and (not) painlessly in the event of an earthquake.

My side (messy!)
Our clothes are touching!!! Eew! :)

The unacceptably small (but tastefully decorated) desk area we share.

New semester, new place, new poverty

It is now the second day of classes for Spring term. So far, I'm lovin' it! This is the first time I've attended school for Spring. Campus is super peaceful and quiet, and my classes are pretty small, which is great. I'm taking adolescent developmental psych and social psych. Hopefully I won't come out of this semester acting like an anti-social juvenile delinquent. We'll see.

I've also moved into a new apartment. Moving is such a hassle... I'm glad I have my family close by to help me. Special thanks to my mom, who can lift heavy boxes like a champion. My new apartment is considerably smaller than the place I moved from. It has been an adventure fitting all of my stuff into my bedroom, which is about half the size of my old room. Eek. My roommate and I have had to get kinda cozy with storage. The clothes in her closet are touching the clothes in my closet.... cuz we share a closet. Eep.

Despite the cramped living conditions, I think the next four months will be fun. I have two new roommates--Kara and Kelsey--and I'll meet my new ward this week.

The only thorn in my side right now is the U-word. Unemployment. My teaching assistant job is over for now, since the class is only taught Fall/Winter. I've applied for 9 different positions. I've been rejected from 5 so far. Such is life. Wish me luck on my job search!

(pictures of the apartment will come soon)

What makes you a good candidate for this position?

Well, I finished my paper and turned it in yesterday. It was even in a whole 45 minutes before it was due! If my parents are reading this, their jaws are probably hitting the floor right about now. I'm notorious for being so nitpicky about a paper that I edit and fuss over it until the absolute last second before it's due. Perhaps that disease is being replaced by apathy.... We'll see.

I interviewed for a job today. They asked me what I consider to be my greatest strength and my greatest weakness. The aforementioned nitpickiness was what I said my greatest weakness was. It's pretty much true. I said that my greatest strength was that I can leave projects and come back to them with better ideas. I think that's true as well, but I'd never thought of it as a strength before. Random! I really wonder why I gave that answer.

For some reason I hate preparing ahead of time for interviews. I knew they would ask me the strengths/weaknesses question, but I avoided preparing an answer because it's an awkward question and I don't like thinking about it more than I have to. ALL interview questions are awkward.

Q: "Would you say you are a self-starter?" Of course I'm going say yes! What, do they expect someone to say, "Umm, no, actually, I need someone to hold my hand every step of the way and I have NO initiative whatsoever."

Q:"Where do you see yourself in five years?"
A:"Hmm, that's a toughie. I'd like to think that I'll be sitting in a cardboard box, reading the five-month-old issue of The New York Times that I use as a blanket on the cold nights."

Avoidance

I find it very strange that during finals week, the week that is supposed to be the most hectic and crammed with studying, I have blogged more times than I have on any other week in the past couple months. It's not like I don't have anything to be doing at the moment... I have many things I could/should be doing. Psssh. Those things can wait.

I'm two finals down, two to go, and one giant paper left before I'm done.

I'm having serious issues writing this paper. It's for my women's studies class, which I quite enjoy. However, for some reason, I am completely stuck on this paper. I'm supposed to be writing about the feminization of poverty, but instead of doing that, I'm writing about how I should be writing about the feminization of poverty.

Urgh.

You know what I need? I need something hilarious and fuzzy and cute. Like this!

Deep breath #2

Earlier today, after walking out of a final exam, I took a deep breath.

*sssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnfffffff*

It smelled like blossoms. How pleasant!


That's the thing about springtime in Utah--there are so many false alarms for the beginning of spring that when the real deal comes around, it's marvelous.

Deep breath

Let's all take a deep breath.

*ssssnnnnnnnfffffffff*

Aaah. The air smells of finals week and summer unemployment.

NAY.

It smells like opportunity. Here goes nothin!

In a nutshell

Here's what I've been doing for the past little while. Take the pictures as a sign of my busy-ness/laziness/unwillingness to actually write.

In the wise (and slightly sexist, but hilarious) words of my Korean professor of world religions, "Utah weather is change like woman's mind." Let me give you a practical example.

This is a picture I took on my way to my first class this morning (9:00 AM).
Here is a picture that I took on my way home from my last meeting on campus (5:00 PM).
You'd think that I'd be used to this after almost 20 (!!!!!!!) years of living Utah, but I'm not.

Stupid chicken.

I just ate a piece of chicken from the Grab-n-Go on campus. That was probably one of the less brilliant decisions I have made today. First of all, why would you buy food from a place called "Grab-n-Go"? The name sounds like a petty crime or some sort of awkward thing someone does to you in gym class. Second of all, "chicken fingers" sounds too creepy to be a name for food. Can't you just see a chicken reaching out with its spindly fingers to Grab you and Go?

Ugh.

And I wasn't even that hungry.

Meet Heimlich

So, our apartment has a new friend. His name is Heimlich. He is from Petsmart and he is staying with us for a few days until he becomes a birthday present for Cali's friend.

Guten Tag, ich heiße Heimlich.

Heimlich is a very talented fish. Let me relate an example of his great talent. This morning, my roommate fed him oatmeal flakes for breakfast (it's ok, fish can eat oatmeal). I was watching him eat, and he started opening his mouth really wide, and then he started rocking back and forth like a battering ram, and then his gills opened up all big-like, and then a HUGE piece of oatmeal flew out of his mouth.

Heimlich knows how to cough. What a smart fishy.

A special breed

I just got an email from a professor notifying the class that the study guide for our next exam has been posted. Two to three minutes after receiving that email, I got another email from a student in the class notifying everyone that she had posted the study guide on GoogleDocs so we could have an ongoing online collaborative study session for the exam. Within 120 seconds, this student had outperformed every other student in the class. This student can now smirk at all of us because she was the first one to take the initiative and post the study guide. What a peach.

She's not alone. In other classes, scattered across the campus, a few choice students are doing the same thing--putting everyone else to utter shame.

HOW ARE THESE PEOPLE BORN?

Seriously, in every single one of my classes, there's that one kid who has an answer to every question, has read all of the material twice before coming to class, and already has the next three assignments completed ahead of time. There's always that one kid who has made comparative charts and tables of last class's lecture, color-coded flow charts connecting information from the entire semester, and an entire binder full of supplementary articles that he/she printed off independent of the professor's requirements for the course. And, inevitably, that one kid will set the curve for the exam and get the top grade in the class. That one kid will get a 4.0 and graduate with honors and get a fab job where he/she will continue to outperform absolutely everyone.

There's always that one kid.

Here's the thing, though--the one thing that makes me feel glad that I am not that one kid:


Nobody likes that kid.

the world is puddle-wonderful

Science lesson

Fact: newspaper burns when lit with a match

Fact: the fumes from aerosol hairspray are flammable

Fact: burning paper torch + aerosol hairspray = flame thrower

Fact: the law of gravity states that large objects (the earth) exert a pull on smaller objects (smouldering newspaper bundles)

Fact: when objects fall through the air, they are exposed to oxygen

Fact: oxygen + falling, smouldering paper = ball of fire falling from balcony into pine needles on the ground

Fact: pine needles (and apartment buildings) burn

Fact: girls in heels (Averyl and Jessica) run really fast when burning objects need to be extinguished


Come back next week for another episode of Life Lessons in Science.

Raaaaar!!!

This post is entitled "Raaaaar!!!" because I am going to need a battle-cry for this week. This last week was definitely a battle-cry week, and also a mopey-cry week, and also a sleepy-cry week, and definitely a sad-cry week. My cries for this week are going to be battle-related, cuz I have a plethora of epic things planned.

Raaaaar!!!
(P.S. don't my legs look great in those pants?)

Tonight: sleepover with the roommates (we are sleeping on the floor for fun, and cuz we need to get up early tomorrow)

Tomorrow: wake up suuuuper early to write a paper that I should have written yesterday (Raaaaar!!!)

Tuesday: I'm pretty sure I'm going on a field trip to the county jail. We will see. If we do go, then most definitely Raaaaar!!! Jail can be scary, or so I hear.

Wednesday: Shopping for housing. Icky. I really need to find somewhere to live over the summer. Raaaaar!!!

I'm gonna stop there. My throat is getting sore from Raaaaar!!!-ing. Wish me luck! And here is a cry for all of you who are going to have an epic week....

Raaaaar!!!

"I said one day, we're going to have this experience."

On Monday morning, I woke up dead, much like Michael Jackson (<--- click on da link) did several months ago. Despite the fact that I was dead, I still had to go to the gym, do my homework, go to class, then work, then to the library, etc. This process continued for the rest of the week, even though I had perished before the work week even began. That is what I call unfair. Dead people should not have to go to school or work or the library.

I DEMAND JUSTICE.

(So does she. Don't mess.)

So maybe I didn't actually wake up dead. It sure felt like it, though. My energy levels have been in the negative range all this week. Negative energy = dead. I feel like the universe is expending energy on me in order to decompose my lifeless body. But perhaps exaggeration does not become me.

The POINT IS, I am ready for this weekend. It is going to be a difficult weekend because, hey, such is life (thanks, Averyl), and there ain't nothin' I can do about it except try to have a rockin' time.

Tonight: Chinese New Year Dinner. Gung hey fat choy, y'all.
Tomorrow: Early V-Day celebration
Sunday: Church and relaxation
Monday: Shopping with pals (and study study study study)

Buh-ring it awn, world.

Waffles

This is David.

David likes waffles.

David really likes maple syrup.

David also likes Jessica.
Jessica likes waffles.

Jessica also likes David.

*Sorry for the cheesy cutesie-ness of this post, but last night's date was really fun, so I wanted to blog about it. That is all.

Field trip folly

I cannot believe it is only Tuesday.

Guess what happened this morning!

I am in a social work class and this week we are supposed to go on a "field trip" to a food bank/social services center here in Provo. This morning, I got into my cute little car and puttered over to the location of said field trip. I waited around for my classmates. Nobody showed up. I figured maybe they were inside, so I went inside the building. None of my classmates were there, but there were plenty of people sitting in chairs and staring at me, wondering what in the world I was doing.

Turns out the field trip is on Thursday.


Cooool.

I cannot believe it's only Tuesday.

What a week this has been.

Candlelight

SO. David (The Boy) and I usually have a date night on Fridays. Last night was his turn to pick the date activity. For a while I thought he wouldn't be able to come up with something.... but he did. Here is the story.

We went to the gym on campus, which I love to do. Gym on a date night is awesome! Good job, David. We pumped iron hardcore, then we went back to our respective apartments and showered and beautified ourselves. (Well, I suppose David handsomeized himself and I beautified myself... anyway.)

I went over to his apartment to see what else he had planned. He opened the door and he was wearing a classy suit with a classy wine-red dress shirt. Woohoo!

I walked into the kitchen and found this:
(excepting that the lights were off so it was all candle-lighty and lovely)

Cute, yeah?!?! The sandwiches are pb&j and pb&deliciousyummyhoney, and the little green square on my plate is a piece of dee-lish German chocolate.

:)

David did a very good job. We even spoke Spanish for the duration of the meal so as to make it more romantica. :) Heh heh. It was good for me to practice my Spanish... the conversation was very one-sided at points because I didn't know enough words to respond to his fluent-ness. :)

Anyway, I thought I should do a post on this date just to show all the guys out there an example of a very cute, thoughtful, original (and uncostly) date, as well as to thank David for a fun night. (P.S. this was my first candlelight dinner, which makes it even more cute. Woohoo!)

So... what's my motivation?

Hallo. I am on campus right now, once again blogging when I really do not have time to blog.

Here is a picture of my current view.


I'm not sure why it's all heavenly and shiny/1980's looking (prob cuz my camera phone is dirty or something). It is certainly not heavenly. However, it is my favor-ite spot in the library. This is the first floor of the atrium. If you stand on the staircase, you can see up to the skylights in the library's main entrance.

Why did I post this?

Mostly, I want to distract myself from my giant pile of homework.

I have no motivation.

I need some motivation.

Somebody give me some motivation!

Bright lights and bright birds

It has been far too long since I have updated this blog. I have had absolutely no time to blog. Actually, I don't really have the time to right now, but I'm doing it anyway. Gotta let off some steam.

This week has been nuts. And apparently it's only Monday afternoon. Oh well. This is life eternal.

- - - - - - - - - -

Today my roommate and I were walking through an exhibit in BYU's fine arts center. The exhibit is up in preparation for BYU's production of the play A Thousand Cranes, which is the story of a young Japanese girl who had leukemia as a result of the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima. She believed that if she folded 1,000 origami paper cranes, her illness would be cured and she would be able to live. She folded and folded and folded, but passed away after many months of suffering from cancer.

The exhibit consists of a massive display of folded paper cranes, tied in long rows with string. I remember my mom folding and stringing colorful paper cranes when I was little. The strands of folded birds are beautiful, created from a variety of types of paper. The end result is beautiful.

The gallery surrounding the exhibit is composed of photographs and drawings of the aftermath of the bomb. The destruction is completely devastating. Crumbling buildings,charred fields, and maimed bodies are a testament to the horrors that destroyed cities within seconds.

My roommate and I were both astounded at the poignancy of the display. We both thought back to our high school days, and we realized that much of the history education from the WWII period focuses on Western Europe, almost completely passing over the events that occurred in the Pacific and other parts of the world.

What amazed me the most about the exhibit at the fine arts center was the contrast that was so easily visible. On the one hand, the dark gray of burned buildings in the photographs, the dismal dark reds of the images of injured flesh; on the other hand, bright paper cranes, in every color imaginable. Bright flashes of light--unstoppable blasts of atomic force--led to the creation of both scenes. How is it possible? And how is it possible to be able to recover from such destruction?

Today I will remember bright birds. I will remember them so I can remember what kind of hope is possible when everything else seems to be destroyed.

Poetic blast from the past

I have absolutely NOTHING interesting to post, so I'm going to post some poetry I wrote in 9th grade. Yes, I used to write poetry. All the time. Multiple times a day. Every day. I was a little bit freaky in my younger days. There's nothing wrong with poetry, but I was one of those weird kids who always felt so much and just had to get it out by writing. I only wrote in black pen and I wore mostly black shirts. Yeah.

I'm going out on a limb (my left arm, to be specific) by publishing this. I've never done this before. Here we go!

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Static

The headphones cling
like shining leeches
to his sweat-slicked ears.
The static hisses--

heavy,
faithful

--and he sulks
beneath his black
noisemaker god.
There is a glare in his
monster-green eyes and the

hisssssssss

is creeping over his tongue.

He jumps
at a

pause

in the music and
with a
snap
breaks his own
stiffened neck.

Fresh Start

I just got out of my first class of the semester--Women's Studies 222, taught by Prof. Brandie Siegfried (look her awesomeness up on Google).

I feel like I am covered in pixie dust.