A few things:
I can see why and how hunger makes people crazy. For some reason, I have been unbelievably really hungry all the time these last couple weeks. I mean, I eat breakfast, and I usually eat lunch, but if I don't then I eat dinner at 4 or 5 and then I go to rehearsal and I eat a snack after rehearsal. So I shouldn't be ravenous; I should at least be okay. But for reasons I think I'll never know, I feel like I'm starving to death. And then I go crazy thinking about when I'm gonna eat, and what I could possibly eat to satiate this gargantuan monster that is my bottomless stomach. It's really weird.
I might could possibly maybe a little bit almost very nearly kind of maybe almost hope to have a prayer to pass my classes this semester. Wouldn't that be nice? I mean, I don't expect to get a 4.0 again (2 semesters ago- I only took 3 classes, and 2 of them were participation-based), but at least I might (might) not fail.
I wrote a poem yesterday. It was hard, but it was also fun. It is a strict formal poem that uses the same 6 words as the last word in each line of 6 stanzas (a sestina, for those of you who care), so it was kind of like solving a complicated word puzzle, which I love. I think I'll put it up here later. It isn't great, but I'm falling in love with it. :)
Today I worked on (and almost finished) an exercise that riffed off of the sestina (take all of the nouns, adjectives, and verbs and replace them with the entry from the dictionary 7 entries above. Try it!). Here are some of the silliest sentences that emerged:
- "...sharp became pontoon -- gone were the ribs of the loudspeaker Virginia reel and lie."
- "When the lifer of earmuf had gone from henchman Fabian, and sharp could no longer love the tete-a-tete of caldron..."
- "Henchman at last hypothesize see this hap near mayflower..."
- "...torn by the moustaches of grew and repaired by anemometers..."
- "She worst soon jocular the angels."
- "...and she cottontail no longer loudspeaker the texture of calico..."
I just found a hole in the thigh of my only pair of jeans. :/ This is distressing. I like these jeans, nay, I. LOVE. these jeans. I got them at Target in November. I'm sad that a $25 pair of jeans only lasted 5 months... actually... I did wear them almost every day for 5 months. That means my cost-per-wear (thank you, Clinton and Stacy!) was, like, .028 cents. But I still need to buy new jeans. Caaaaan't afford thaaaat.
I watched Pooh's Grand Adventure yesterday, and I am happy to report that it is as good as I remember. "Come out, moon; come out, wishing star; come out, come out, wherever you are!" Megan and I used to watch that movie and cry together. Good times.
I got to spend a couple of hours today playing with some really great people and my puppety counterpart. I think her name is Dot or Dottie. She doesn't have pupils yet, so she's still a bit creepy, but it's really nice to get to get used to the real deal puppet instead of Cuddlebum, my rehearsal puppet. I made him out of a teddy bear, two coat hangers, a mitten, and an apron. Anyway, the point is that Dot or Dottie is a lot cooler (and a lot heavier) than Cuddlebum.
So that's m'week so far. Tomorrow is temple and therapy Thursday. I am also attending the BYU Mask Club production of Parade. Shh! Don't tell anyone! And I will be finishing two creative writing assignments AT LEAST. And I'm gonna reserve me some comp tickets. Whoo! Productivity!
I have fallen in love with "Paean to Place" by Lorine Niedecker. Ready?
"O my floating life
Do not save love
to the flood
by the flood
Leave the new unbought--
all one in the end--
HOLY crap. It's 6 1/2 pages long. LOVE it.
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--like water bugs--
stride surface tension