Have a nice day
*stands tall above you*
Gosh, it made me laugh. I love Nick, he's awesome, even if he does like to stand really close to me and stare down and make me feel even shorter than I already am... *giggles*
Well, no more game this semester, so Ren will just have to wait and see if it resumes next semester so she can bust some heads again. I'm a little disappointed, but I know that Robertson is just too busy, and that's ok. At least I don't have to cut Golem meetings short any more. And I can join another game if I want, though I'd probably need to create a new character and I'd hate to bug certain people to help me with it since I only know a little bit about the game. Oh well. *plays with the plastic dragon on her monitor*
I was walking to poetry class and saw my freshman roommate, Carrie. Our brief conversation amused me...
Carrie: Hey Ade, where are you going?
Ade: Poetry!
Carrie: You're going to Arter?
Ade: No... um... *thinks* Cochran! Yes. I tend to forget building names.
Carrie: *laughs* Coch-ran! Youuuu said the c-word!
Yes, when we were roommates I almost never swore or named certain anatomical parts (Laura's influence still had me in its grasp). So of course she thought it was funny. Anyway, my "The Crazy Lady" poem was formally critiqued in poetry class today. People generally thought it was pretty good, but there are definitely things I need to fix. Here's the rough draft:
The Crazy Lady
Lurking in the shadows, I absorb the conversations and friendly smiles
of the babbling pancake supper patrons,
like a tree on a busy sidewalk that nobody pays attention to,
trying to go unnoticed yet hoping someone will talk to me.
A woman dismantles the quarrel between the minister's children,
then turns to me and starts prattling on about how she's also short,
how years ago she never thought she could make love to her really tall friend
until they were engaged.
I wonder if she's nuts, why she's telling this to a silent sixteen-year-old, but I smile and nod,
unaware that our random encounter would spark an interesting friendship.
I don't really like the ending. It sums things up, but it just sounds dumb. I'll fix it later, whenever I'm revising my poems for the final portfolio.
And now, because I can...
* Date you joined? 1/28/02
* Number of journal entries? 388
* Number of comments posted? 522
* Number of comments you have received? 277
* Number of people on your friends list? 33 (22 have me as friends, the rest are mostly communities)
* Person that introduced you to LJ?
* Still friends with this person? yeah, she's cool. i hope we meet someday, that would be fun.
* How many people have you introduced to Live Journal? Well, I've given 2 people codes, I don't know how many others have joined because of me though...
* List everyone on your friends list you have met in person: (in alphabetical order) I met
* Anyone on LJ you can't stand? Well, someone decided to leave some mean and stupid comments on a community post... that wasn't very nice.
* Name one person on your friends list you would most like to meet? One? ONLY one? Fine.
* Last person you added?
* Ever banned someone from commenting in your journal? nope, never had a reason to
* biggest pet peeve about lj: when people decided to marquee something and screw up the end tag so most of my friends page marquees (this only happens occasionally, but it really irritates me)
* Do you feel close to most of the people on your friends list? well i'm good friends with many of them (whether i know them in person or not), some are just friend-friends, and some are just interesting people i rarely talk to.
Well, I'm hungry. Time for dinner, then I'll probably end up either surfing Gaia or playing computer games until Tuesday group tonight (gosh, I love Tuesday group - it's the real writing highlight of my week, and I'm going to give Nick a big hug for making me laugh today). *waves and disappears in a cloud of pixellated smoke*