Cynicism is for the Birds.

Today I will not be Cynical.

[And my brain says: "HA! Fat chance!"]

In any case. It's actually been a good couple of days. My room is slowly getting sorted. I bought new shoes and stuff for the jeep yesterday. If all goes well I'll have a radio working in the Jeep again by next week (sweet!) and I'm going to a Pilates class tomorrow. Plus today I'm being dragged along to go to the lake and 'waterski' (read: make a complete fool of myself). But it should be fun. It's with friends of moms and students of hers that I know and think are cool people, so it should be allright.

In other news, I'm house-sitting for my sister again this weekend. I'm looking forward to it. It'll give me a chance to do the job search I need, and it will give me the 'away time' that I would have been served so well by last week, if not for the fact that I was needed, and it was good that I wasn't away.

I was sorting through my room yesterday, and found a bunch of interesting stuff you might enjoy. For your entertainment, I'll post one of my earlier pieces of Poetry, circa Spring break, 1999. It's bad, but it's funny because it's bad.

At the time, I was on a Delta Flight to London, and was somewhere over the Altantic Ocean, musing about the physics of flight.

I realize that the cadence is completely f*cked. Just read the poem. :P

Lift

Thirty Thousand Feet, I'm hanging in the Atmosphere,
Wondering what exactly manages to hold us here.
Thinking that a hunk of metal such as this,
should never leave the ground, let alone rise above the mist

I find it most disconcerting
and perhaps a trifle odd
that a piece of metal weighing sixteen tons
can roam so close to the face of god.

One would of course,
naturally assume
that anyone in a chunk of steel at 30,000 feet
would surely meet their doom?

Yet something keeps us chilling here
so far above the earth
It makes me nervous, I quake in fear
to think that gravity has limited girth

[stanza ommited due to unprecedented suckage.]

Anyway, I do suppose
I shall end this paranoid prose
lest the other passengers get upset
and bag me in a cargo net.