Upcoming finals

Finals Checklist:

Psych Test (I'm still sane after four hours of studying)

Research Methods last assignment & Quiz (Thank goodness!)

History Essay Test. (expected to be writing for the whole two hours. Straight.)

Final Psych Quiz (Good thing these are easy right?)

Psych Optional Final (Just in case.)

Research Methods Final(Pretty much the devil himself is writing it, with his teeth.)

Human Development Final(Here we go an entire lifespan: Birth, Life, Death all in two hours.)

Equals:
me.

Spring Remembered

I know its a bit late, but here's a reminder.

Advice for the day.

"Die young as late as possible." - Unknown.

Writing: Getting the better of me.

I have a confession. An old habit that I love has come back to my hand, especially when there is a blank margin of paper belly up beneath my pen. It comes subtly and on the drop of a dime. Suddenly striking out, creating bold lines, words, thoughts, entire worlds, all within the now gutted and devoured paper margin.
Yes, I write in the margin, and off to the side, and maybe in between lines of notes. Yes it's addictive, hard to stop and has a way of narrowing my attention, vision and blacks out everything else. I feel almost like a killer in some way, destroying white paper.
And when you are already in the most boring class of your semester, listening to a rant from the teacher that you neither care about nor need to pay attention, the pen just writes of its own accord.
Well here are some products of my experience. Enjoy:

Write a riddle, sing me a song.
Don't look at me, all the day long.
Touch me gently, hold me naught
For I am the worst, when the best is wrought.

Find me a rabbit hole, a snake, a fight.
Lead me away, so I come to the light.
Haunt me lovingly, love me with fear.
Never be there to dry a tear.

Confused I am,
Try to understand.


Think like an avocado.


"Amenable to Social Design..."
Amen to design...
Design your social able amen.


UNBELIEVABLE DEGREE!
Due to something.
Put two chemicals together,
A purified Human Being.

Feel better about things. Seriously.
Associate negative side effects.
Suffer those side effects.
Do you affect or effect?

As a sunrise is to life, so a waterfall is its road.
We turn, fall, move here to there.
The path is long, sometimes winding and twisted
You must splash onto hard places,
Create grooves, define your place.
Move or be soaked up into immovable soil.

I want warmth, heat, sun.
I need a summer.
Yes a summer... or two.
Sun, grass, smells of growing things.
I need to feel lazy,
Knowing I have time.
Then bottle it all up,
Seal it tight.
For a later date.

An April Fools

Okay I have a confession, I forgot that it was April fools, in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY, wait, not even middle, THE MORNING OF! Good grief. :)
I had a lovely walk around campus, having a bit of time after my bus drops me off forty minutes before school starts. So I got to explore some of the upper reaches of campus today!
The sky was blue, the birds were singing, and I could smell the runner's track from five hundred feet away. Oh how I have an urge to run!
You know your day gets so much better when you listen to good music. Ya know? The stuff that pumps you up, makes you smile and want to dance everywhere.
Today my teacher never showed up for psych class today, I guess the Substance of the Universe was wanting an April Fools as well. Here's to tests on Mondays!

I want a dog. Not really.

hings of what are to come:



Santa Monica Beach!

Woven leashes, Wet concrete, Why not?

The other day, a girl by me on her sleek silver scooter (the one you always had from grade school, but had kept in the garage the minute you started middle school and then grabbed off the wall in a fit of fancy as you started college). Apparently, and for some unknown reason, she hadn't strapped a certain doggy companion down tight enough. And at the end of a long woven leash, Fido dragged and bounced across wet, cold and probably very hard concrete.



I felt a pang of sympathy for the dog, as its beady eyes looked pleadingly, no with humiliation at me. I'm glad it wasn't my dog. It might lean a bit to one side after that excursion.

. . . . .No the dog wasn't real. . . . .I hope.

This made me laugh.

The other morning, I was sitting in the spare room, looking out at a dark and brooding Wasatch Front. Dawn was there, its brightness masked and cowled by cruel clouds. My heart darkened with foreboding, as if the morning would be choked out and yet another day of gray would be hunched over us.

With my confidence as high as a chopped down tree, I turned to begin my day. But then a beautiful melody came through our not-very-sound-sealed windows.

A single robin song sang into the graying dark. Innocent, sweet and completely disregarding all around it. And with that, the sunlight burst through, huge golden shafts splintered errant gray, darkness fled, burned right from the sky.

Life seemed to finally unfreeze from winter and every bird outside burst into song.

I felt like singing. I think God was teaching me something.