Sunday, October 07, 2007
so i get home last night and mike goes to pee. JUMPS out of the bathroom and shuts the door.
dirty little fucker! he said
theres a mouse in the bathroom!!
weve been here almost a year.. not one bug. and heres a fuckin mouse?
lol
so the door is closed, i grab a coat to cover the bottom of the door and run to the kitchen.
Bowls!
-we need bowls.-
now, dont forget, im as drunkity drunk drunk as a dirty dirty skunk! and bowls just seemed like a good idea. so i get in the bathroom, brave as all hell from the bottles of super-woman power i slammed down in me and im squirtin fuckin lysol all around the toilet tryin to get the little fucker out, then waiting with bowls in my hands to catch him!
hahahaha
(im laughin out loud as i write this)
well we just werent fast enough for the bowls to work but we did corner him. so i wrapped my hand in a towel and tried to grab his tail
(im tellin you, my super-woman power drinks were REALLY strong)
that didnt work either.
get me the vacum!! lol
so i got him in the corner still, cornered by a dress and bowls and mike runs to get the vacum.
so we suck the fucker up in the vacume. LOL
then we took the bag out, put it in a bag and mike brought it to the garbage bin.
and that was my late night adventure. it was too good to keep to myself.
now we have to get mouse traps
and new bowls
2 bowls. on the floor
Saturday, October 06, 2007
almost 2 months! sheesh..
anyway theres really not a lot to talk about. i am LOVING school. and everyone there is so nice. i get a long with some better then others. but over all, everyone is wicked.
of course, they have a nickname on me already. - lesho. lol
too funny.
we all get a big laugh out of it.
I have a couple people from class comin in tonight for some drinks. Were plannin on drinkin our faces off then goin downtown to dance.
lol
i think its gonna be a laugh.
i hope the rain holds.
i was in class and there was a bookshelf of all these old textbooks.
i found my favourite, "poetic insight"
so i stole it.
lol
here are a few of my FAV poems of all time.
this was my favourite book in highschool. possibly my favourite course.
MILITARY PARADE
The little girl saw her first troop parade and asked
"what are those?"
"soldiers"
"what are soldiers?"
"they are for war. They fight and each tries to kill
as many of the other side as he can"
the girl held still and studied
"do you know... I know something?"
"yes. What is it you know?"
"sometime they'll give a war... and nobody will come."
IN THE STREET
In rainy weather
who can tell
whether we weep
or not?
I dread the sun
for his fierce honesty
AT SEVENTEEN
I learned the truth at seventeen
that love was meant for beauty queens
and high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew.
The friday night charades of youth
were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
lacking in the social graces
desperately remained at home
inventing lovers on the phone
who called to say "come dance with me"
and murmered vague obscenities
it isnt all it seems
at seventeen
to those of us who knew the pain
of Valentines that never came
and tose whos names were never called
when choosing sides for basketball
it was long ago and far away
the world was younger then today
and dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me
we all play the game and when we dare
to cheat ourselves at solitaire
inventing lovers on the phone
repenting other lives unknown
they call and say "come dance with me"
and murmer vague obscenities
at ugly girls like me
at seventeen
OUTWITTED
he drew a circle that shut me out
heretic, rebel, a thing to flout
but Love and I had te wit to win
We drew a circle that took him in!
I AM A ROCK
A winter's day
in a deep dark december
I am alone
gazing from my window
to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I build walls
a fortress deep and mighty
that none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
friendsship causes pain
its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock
I am an island
Dont talk of love
well, Ive heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturbe the slumber
of feelings that have died
If Id never loved, I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armour
hiding in my room
safe within my tomb,
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries