Wow! I am so sore today!!! I helped one of my friends move back to school yesterday. I never knew one girl could fit so much into her half of a dorm room. I had forgotten how crazy move in days were at school. After we had all of her stuff moved in we went and ate at the cafeteria. I must admit, Seton Hall has a much better eating facility than where I went to school (that would be UAlbany). It was a lot of fun, but I am paying for it today.
I think I will stay in today and relax, unless I can come up with a better idea. I will probably do some more studying for my next test.
I do have an interview this week. It's for a not-for-profit organization in Saratoga Springs. It's for an actual IT position! I do hope I get it.
Last weekend I was over at my friend Kelli's house and took some more photos. I did post them. I know some people have seen them and posted some awesome comments. If you haven't seen them go take a look and let me know what you think.
Kelli keeps telling me that I have an addictive personality. That once I try something and find that I like it I become addicted to it. I definitely think she is right. I think I inherited that trait from both of my parents. I had mentioned in an earlier blog that both of my parents are in recovery. That's the main reason that I don't drink or do drugs. I am afraid that I will like it too much. So that's why I stick with poetry, getting my IT certifications, and taking photos. I really like doing all of them.
God! I just read what I wrote! This is the most boring blog I have ever written! Sorry. Well, sometimes you just have to write poop, and I think today was my day. Sorry, but I will do better next time. I hope, lol.
If you aren't sleeping yet, or bored out of your skull, I did do some more writing this week. Hopefully these 2 poems will be more entertaining than my blog. I hope you like them.
I Dance Again~
I dance again in lush fields where flowers are born to sway
I walk again through perilous hours that rails along the day
I sing again and my voice is louder, for I will shout to winds and sea
I will not again, leave my soul in barren company
The desert and it's landscape have captured sorrows fame
But rock nor sand can apprehend the thirst for dappled rain
I dance again with the living be it sorrow or the joys
that unfold in the waking with no sleep before the noise
I walk again over wooden bridges that hover over snow
I will not again, leave my spirit in a frozen hold
The mountains have captured sorrows name
But height nor mass can command the will to wane
I dance again, for it is time again
for it is the moment again
between hellos and goodbyes
clouds and sun
love and loss
and finding the quiet resolution in the soul~
My Inner Poetess
There is this little lady
That lives inside my soul
We used to say hello
And talk about what's new
This sweet little lady
Would always ask me to read
A line or two she was working on
Not often, twice a year
But that little sweet woman
That has lived inside my heart
Has suddenly started talking
And talking, and talking, and talking
This little pesky woman
That lives inside of me
Demands so much sometimes
And pesters me until I do it
This loud and crazy lady
That wants a bigger place
Bugs me all the time
And I don't know what to do
This little nosy lady
Looking out her picture window
Seems to ask a lot of me
But I smile at her today
For this lovely lady
Who lives inside of me
Has something she wants to say
And just wants someone to listen
I think I will stay in today and relax, unless I can come up with a better idea. I will probably do some more studying for my next test.
I do have an interview this week. It's for a not-for-profit organization in Saratoga Springs. It's for an actual IT position! I do hope I get it.
Last weekend I was over at my friend Kelli's house and took some more photos. I did post them. I know some people have seen them and posted some awesome comments. If you haven't seen them go take a look and let me know what you think.
Kelli keeps telling me that I have an addictive personality. That once I try something and find that I like it I become addicted to it. I definitely think she is right. I think I inherited that trait from both of my parents. I had mentioned in an earlier blog that both of my parents are in recovery. That's the main reason that I don't drink or do drugs. I am afraid that I will like it too much. So that's why I stick with poetry, getting my IT certifications, and taking photos. I really like doing all of them.
God! I just read what I wrote! This is the most boring blog I have ever written! Sorry. Well, sometimes you just have to write poop, and I think today was my day. Sorry, but I will do better next time. I hope, lol.
If you aren't sleeping yet, or bored out of your skull, I did do some more writing this week. Hopefully these 2 poems will be more entertaining than my blog. I hope you like them.
I Dance Again~
I dance again in lush fields where flowers are born to sway
I walk again through perilous hours that rails along the day
I sing again and my voice is louder, for I will shout to winds and sea
I will not again, leave my soul in barren company
The desert and it's landscape have captured sorrows fame
But rock nor sand can apprehend the thirst for dappled rain
I dance again with the living be it sorrow or the joys
that unfold in the waking with no sleep before the noise
I walk again over wooden bridges that hover over snow
I will not again, leave my spirit in a frozen hold
The mountains have captured sorrows name
But height nor mass can command the will to wane
I dance again, for it is time again
for it is the moment again
between hellos and goodbyes
clouds and sun
love and loss
and finding the quiet resolution in the soul~
My Inner Poetess
There is this little lady
That lives inside my soul
We used to say hello
And talk about what's new
This sweet little lady
Would always ask me to read
A line or two she was working on
Not often, twice a year
But that little sweet woman
That has lived inside my heart
Has suddenly started talking
And talking, and talking, and talking
This little pesky woman
That lives inside of me
Demands so much sometimes
And pesters me until I do it
This loud and crazy lady
That wants a bigger place
Bugs me all the time
And I don't know what to do
This little nosy lady
Looking out her picture window
Seems to ask a lot of me
But I smile at her today
For this lovely lady
Who lives inside of me
Has something she wants to say
And just wants someone to listen
I love to hear that my friend is straight edge. Unless you smoke cigs or something then I can't call you that ha ha.
Good stuff Susie, can I call you that?