Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I have a leftover bottle of "Red Cream Soda" from the social tonight, completely unopened. This is perhaps the most useless product I have ever owned. "Hey, all the same taste of cream soda, except now if you spill it, it's totally gonna leave a stain". Winn Dixie is a very strange corporation.
Posted by Mike at 11:36 PM
Sunday, March 29, 2009
I've been feeling off all weekend. Probably because of a lack of sleep and this constant feeling that I'm behind. I think part of the problem is that I haven't made a t0-do list in weeks. I don't know how that slipped my mind, but it did. This week's mission: to-do lists.
Posted by Mike at 4:10 PM
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Very few of my favorite poets have made it past fifty. This is not the only thing bothering me right now. I have an incredible amount of homework because I've been ignoring it all week, obsessed with poetry. I have an ungodly amount of Moby Dick to read, and an essay due in Spanish on Friday. And I'm going to bed.
I don't always make very good choices. But is it worth it?
Posted by Mike at 1:51 AM
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I should augment my previous post by saying that I also love MBV.
Recent expressions of my OCD, aka things I've been obsessed with recently:
- College basketball
- Pseudo-metal (Isis and Mastodon ftw!)
- William Matthews
Advanced workshops open tomorrow and I'm going to try and apply for Kirby's. We'll see what happens.
Posted by Mike at 6:53 PM
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I can't decide if I should order a new book for free from Amazon. I mean, the one they sent me came all curved and bent, and that bothers me, but on the other hand, it's totally superficial and I should probably just get over it and not waste more paper by having two copies of this book of poems by a poet I've never read before.
Help me, fellow bloggers (and friends from Twitter! Jump on it!)
Posted by Mike at 1:08 AM
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I'm not ready to be back in many ways, specifically in the "Oh god I didn't do anything over break, I'm going to fail my research project/poetry portfolio/Moby Dick test" sense of not ready to be back. And I miss everyone at home, that is, everyone being at home, because I guess other than Kait and Adam no one else is still there. But on the other hand, I love being up here and I'm excited to go to poetry (even though I destroyed Dominika's book and had to buy her a new one) and to write more and to apply for the research assistant position and of course to see everyone, because I missed them over break a lot.
I really need it to be warm, because I feel like this winter made my soul cold (I told you this post was going to be cliche and stereotypical). But really, I feel better in the warm sun, on the beach or on a boat in the inter-coastal. I'm not outside enough up here. It's not good for human beings to spend all their time in little cubbies and air conditioned encasings. For all my talk of loving winter and moving north, the south has really taken it's toll on me. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but then again I'm not sure there's much that's good or bad anymore. I'm finding that a lot of my life just exists and that there's no judgements to make about it: it just happens.
In two years I'm going to move away for good, or at least for 5 years, though I can't imagine going back home after grad school.
The song 'Two Weeks" is making me very happy right now though, and that's good.
Posted by Mike at 9:36 PM
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I meant to get up at 10:30 today but I rolled over after my alarm went off and slept past 12, and I'm really upset with myself for that. I hate that it's cold and rainy--I need it to be sunny and warm again. My tongue hurts and my eye hurts and in neither case do I know why.
Posted by Mike at 5:14 PM