February 11th, 2003

"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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gaaaaaaaah, i hate my FS! we always have to do these close reading assignments, and of course I always wait til the last minute to do them (like waking up at 6:30 when i have a 9:30 class). of course, this is the week when everything is happening.

but i already did my poetry assignment! now all i have to do is memorize this other poem so i can recite it, but i'm good at memorizing things. here's the poem i wrote last night (a rough draft):

A Knight to Remember

My dinner charges in, waving a toothpick above his head,
another foil-wrapped delicacy for me to savor.
My novel drops to the floor, forgotten
as I turn to greet him.
Princess? What princess?
Oh, that princess, she's my personal assistant.
You can't have her.
Hey, don't poke me with that!
The flames shoot from my jaws.
WHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH.
Mmmm, nothing like freshly toasted knight.
Peeling back the thin layer of useless metal,
I test to see if my entr�e is cooked.
Perfect, well done yet not charred.
A foolish man, probably in his early thirties.
His flesh is still tender, just the right age.
I call to my assistant, she sets the table.
She doesn't care for human flesh,
probably because she's human herself.
Squirting some ketchup on my plate,
I cut off part of a leg.
Daintily spearing it with my fork,
I dip it before my first bite.
Plump and juicy, with a nice crunch.
Poking a straw into a keg of wine,
I wash it down.
Grapey zest and meat mix in my mouth.
What a fine combination.
I enjoy my meal in candle-lit solitude,
thanking the Gods for continually sending me foil-wrapped meat.
I save the head, for skulls make fine decorations.
Afterwards, I pick my teeth with his sword
before tossing it onto the pile of old charred armor and weapons.
I think I'll go back to my book now.

it was inspired by the phrase "never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup." i wanted to write a delightful little poem about eating human flesh, and i had fun writing it.

*yawn* now to write 2-3 pages analyzing a passage from a book i've only partially read....
  • Current Mood
    sleepy sleepy
Lost in a place called America

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why is it that i always end up writing essays and things an hour before class and then having printer errors and just baaaaaarely making it on time? it happens constantly. i wish i had the motivation to get things done THE NIGHT BEFORE so i could get 8 hours of sleep and wake up feeling at least half-decent and not be a slug for the rest of the day.

oh well. i turned my homework in.

and now, for something completely different that cracked me up yet made me cringe in sympathy pain...
(from gaea_truth's journal)
And God said "Let there be ice!"
And the people went "Wheee!" =SPLAT=

ouch. brings back memories of junior high, stepping off the bus and slipping twice in 10 seconds while everyone just laughed instead of helping me up... *sigh*

today is going to be busy. there's a meeting at noon, i have to memorize a poem before poetry class, tonight i have fencing, and it's a tuesday group movie night (apparently we're watching "amelie," which looks fun). plus, i have 2 shakespeare essays due tomorrow. will i wait until tomorrow morning to write them? probably. but that's ok, the class is at 1:30 so i won't have to wake up at 5 and panic.

i feel like setting up a scenario with my toys, taking pictures, and making a picture story. hmmm, maybe later.
  • Current Music
    "don't make me come to vegas" stuck in my head for some reason