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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Half-Nekkid (crooked) boobs


In real life, with my shirt off, my breasts look the same size. I promise.


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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Sometimes I really would prefer to go back to 18 and do it over

I spoke with my long poem professor last night after class about grad school, etc. To make a long story short(ish) I need to get a second bachelor's, in English.

My $100,000 B.S. in psychology is pretty much useless to me.

He said that if I want to get into a good MFA/MA program for creative writing, with a TA position that I need to take some more English classes, a foreign language and get good grades.

I've never received below a B in an English class (which may be unbelievable, considering my poor spelling and grammar on this blog!), so I'm not concerned with making the grades. He said I should have all the gen eds covered and my lower level English classes. (one of my minors was in creative writing) I assume it will take about two years, including summers. I need to get a copy of my transcript from my undergrad degree and make sure all these things will transfer, he made it sound like he'd bend the rules wherever he could.

I also need to look into French classes. I tried taking French in HS, and Spanish in both HS and college - neither of them worked out. I ended up with Cs or Ds in the HS class and dropped the college one, and changed my B.A. to a B.S. I also need to figure out if I can get my company to pay for this, or most of it. If they don't, I need to look into eventually quitting (soon) and going back to school full time.

So that's the update in my life. It's a little (very) overwhelming.

I'm also going to start Poetry Wednesdays, or Mondays - I haven't decided which day of the week yet and I assume I will be the only participant.

Here's one for today to hold you over. (hah!)

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Why the snooze button is picked out of my alarm clock

6 a.m.
I saved Tibet
Chinese retreated gave
back the temples
and a million men with Dalai Lama faces
smiled at me in gratitude

6:15 a.m.
I stabbed a dog
in the neck, missed
and split his mouth wide
like a bent book spine

he chased me in my terror
I sliced his throat
to save my life I did it
over and over and over
his jaw gaped gurgling
and detached

Monday, April 17, 2006

Movie reviews

Once again, I'm broke. Well, not completely, but I'm trying to avoid completely. And I haven't even started saving for my Seattle trip.

To avoid spending money on liquor (I swear all my money goes to Captain and vodka!) I stayed in and rented movies. A LOT of movies.

Laura and I started watching the Chronicles of Narnia Friday night. I couldn't get into it. Saturday I went out and bought Brokeback Mountain. It was really good. The gay sex was kinda hot but probably more so disturbing. My mom went on about how she would rather watch two women getting it on and was ruining my moment. I told her that if she couldn't keep her lesbian fantasies to herself that I would go watch it in the other room.

So yes, violent, disturbing gay sex, but good movie. I've also seen Crash and think Walk the Line should have won the best picture Oscar.

I watched the Exorcism of Emily Rose. I heard it was super-scary. Not so much. The movie was okay but I still slept with the light out. I don't really believe in that stuff, which made it less believable to me. (Yes, I realize it was based on a true story, but I'm not down with demon possession)

I saw Capote, which was good, but I think you have to be a huge Truman Capote fan to love it. I read In Cold Blood a few years ago and was disappointed by the story. I felt it went into excruciating details regarding the murders and gave very little insight to the minds of the killers.

For fun, I also rented Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Generally, I'm kind of a movie snob and love nerdy documentaries and movies like Sylvia, which I'm going to have to buy offline because I can't find it in any store.

Smith was good. The action kept it moving and Brad Pitt gets hotter as her gets older. In 30 years he'll be the next Sean Connery (hopefully, minus the wife beating).

I know, I'm not going to score any jobs as a movie critic, but here's some ideas in case you plan on renting any this weekend.