I'm done. I've had it with the players and the haters and the drama and the schoolyard bickering. I don't belong in your brave young new who-gives-a-shit world. You know where to find me if you need to (look to the left). So long - I know life sucks, but try to have nice lives anyway.

I'm not sure if Leonard Cohen lyrics technically qualify as poetry (art-wise, they most certainly do), but here is "Our Lady of Solitude" for Journal Poetry Day:

All summer long she touched me
She gathered in my soul
From many a thorn, from many thickets
Her fingers, like a weaver's
Quick and cool

And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
And I knew her, I knew her
Face to face

And her dress was blue and silver
And her words were few and small
She is the vessel of the whole wide world
Mistress, oh mistress, of us all

Dearly dead; Queen of Solitude
I thank you with my heart
for keeping me so close to thee
while so many, oh so many, stood apart

And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
I knew her, I knew her
Face to face

Oh dear... Please go visit BrookeLynne and offer your support. What an awful thing to happen when you're 9 months pregnant, and right before Christmas... Makes me count my friggin' blessings.

SCHOOOOOL'S OUT FOR - EVA!!!

I am friggin DONE with SCHOOL!!!

I can stay up til 3 a.m. every night (well, I guess that'd be every morning) if I feel like it!!

I can read any damn book I want to and NOT write a report on it!!

I can work on my website all I want!!

I don't have to fight for a parking space in the friggin campus lot or have to park in the stupid supermarket lot down the street if the campus lot is full and walk to class on a dangerous street in the dark and the rain!!

I can watch my MST3K tapes all day long every day for a whole damn week if I feel like it!!

I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I registered for the Cella program yesterday too. We go to pick up Mom on Saturday, drive her back on Sunday and she's here for 2 weeks!! YIPPEE YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to get drunk. I NEVER want to get drunk, but right now I do. Especially on New Year's Eve. I want to get SO DRUNK that I pass out and have to be carried away (Byron will love that).

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Another transformation phase, that's what. Birth is always intense and painful - so is rebirth. Let it begin now.

Laughing at other people's misfortunes (especially during sex!) - it's the post-modern American way!!!



Maybe that's why I'm not a post-modern American.

When God was making man and woman, he came down to the final touches, and
he gathered the man and woman together and said, "I have lovely parting
gifts for each of you. You may each choose one. The first is that you stand
up to urinate..."

"ME! OH MEE! ME ME ME ME ME ME!" cried, of course, the man.

"Are you certain?" asked God.

"Yes oh yes oh yes! How cool! Aiming and everything! Rad!" exclaimed the man.

"All right," replied God, "you now have to the power to stand when you pee
and 'aim', as you so adorably put it."

He turned to the woman, who looked a bit annoyed at not even getting to
speak, and said, "And you, my child, get multiple orgasms."

Too lazy to come up with a poem today, so here's this instead:

I WANT: another tattoo
I HAVE: a roof over my head and someone who loves me
I WISH: I could shapeshift
I HATE: close-minded fundamentalism
I MISS: five-and-dime stores
I FEAR: being vulnerable (but fear is the mind-killer)
I HEAR: the mermaids singing
I SEARCH: for knowledge and truth
I WONDER: why anyone on earth gives a shit about that brainless stick figure/attention whore, Paris Hilton
I REGRET: not going to college when I was younger
I LOVE: my family, my friends, my sweetie, my cat and the Goddess
I ACHE: when I wear the wrong walking shoes
I ALWAYS: look both ways before crossing the street
I AM NOT: a bubble-headed bimbo
I DANCE: Middle Eastern raqs sharqi (that's belly dance to you, buster!), very amateurishly
I SING: terribly off-key
I CRY: when I need the physiological release of crying
I AM NOT ALWAYS: in the mood for interaction with other people
I WRITE: when I'm inspired and because I must, and when I finish I'm drained
I WIN: the lottery almost never. OK, never.
I LOSE: anything and everything. Nobody loses stuff faster than me. Nobody.
I CONFUSE: the heck out of people when I walk down the street
I NEED: to get off the computer and start getting the house ready for Friday night; my coven is coming over for Movie Night (The Nightmare Before Christmas)
I SHOULD: do some homework too

Now you try!

For Journal Poetry Day, I offer something I found in a copy of a used book of Goddess rituals, written on an index card. The author is unknown.

Devotions

You call to me, and through the misted morning's cool, sweet lullabye,
Your words are clear; a mother's kiss to gently guide me. Who but I
Could find Your face in dewdrops and the space between the stars?
You inhabit mountain peaks, majestic form alive in stone,
Where the dancing river speaks of ancient laughter. I alone
Climb upward on Your ever-varied, mottled granite stairs.
Eagerly, my hands enfold a liquid sky of deepest blue;
A hundred-thousand points of gold across are scattered. Only You
Remain in time when nothing but the wind, in anguish, stirs.

OK, I'll play. I filled out the new and improved profile info. Kinda fun, actually.

Maybe it won't be so bad around here for me if I just stay off the boards. Yeah, let's try that out and see how it flies...

Life is nuts for me right now. 2 more weeks of school, then that's over with. 2 crippling Humanities midterms, our Humanities radio timeline/War of the Worlds project, and a not-so-crippling Womens Studies midterm are all behind me. But I've decided not to continue with school after this quarter. Not sure if I already mentioned about the Cella program, but that's what I'm going for after the first of the year.

We're going down to Medford to see Byron's folks for Thanksgiving, then Mom is coming down to spend 2 weeks with us for Xmas again. Looking forward to it, but it's still a stressful time (the good kind of stress, I guess).

So that's how it stands right now. I also think I had my first official hot flash in the wee hours yesterday. I could tell the heat was coming not from an outside source, but from me. Oh, goody.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

My membership doesn't expire til Jan. 6, but it's become painfully obvious to me that I don't belong here - not just here, but the alterna-porn community at large. So I hereby bid the alterna-porn community a fond farewell. It's time to move on with my life. I've left my contact info up - please, please keep in touch!