Inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks' poem. He's just a character from that big comic that Ash and I are doing, a young god basically. Don't ask why he's purple =P


We Real Cool

THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Made a B on my senior seminar!

Officially exhausted.

I have my psych of religion final tomorrow. I had to read an entire book over the past week of various theorists and for the final I will take all 12 chapters of that book and explain their stance on religious experience, and then point out which one had the bests arguments for his stance and defend my opinion, then from our main textbook I'll take the last two chapters and list the major points of it.

Just finished a 5 page essay for my poetry class where I discuss my 'style' and for that, anything over one page is way too many.

Then on Wednesday I present my senior seminar thesis, and I can't seem to get it below the fifteen minute time limit.

I'm so drained. I still should be studying but I can't look at the words anymore. I don't even want to graduate. I just want to curl up and hibernate for a few years.

Two more days and I'm finished with school work.

Saturday I graduate. It couldn't possibly come sooner.

I love Nicole. She always knows how to make me feel a thousand times better.

So my pet rat, Ufn, is a total sweetheart. I absolutely adore her. she's so snuggly and cuddly and so insanely adventurous. I can put her on the couch and do my thing and be content that she'll keep herself busy and not shit all over the couch in the meantime. Skwisgaar I love too, and she's starting to get used to me and loves being held, but if she's not in my arms with me talking to her or nestled in my hair, she gets a little anxious, and when rats get anxious they pee and poo.

Anywho, so I take Ufn out of her cage at one point and have her on my shoulder and I'm watching dad jerry-rig a travel cage we got for them (since we don't have anyone to watch them while we're gone for a week for graduation and celebration and whatnot. All of a sudden, Ufn discovers her new favorite snuggling place, curls up and just chills her happy ass there. I took pictures. Not the best quality, they were with my camera, but awesome either way xD

She'll do something where I wanna take pity on her and be nice and be her friend, then she just takes it ALLLL and throws it down the drain by her little comments... I've been working on my senior seminar paper all semester long. ALL SEMESTER LONG. And she KNOWS this because she asks me about it now and then and I tell her how it's coming. And this fucking this, which irks the shit out of me because it's like she think so little of me as to actually assume it...

Her: how's the paper coming?

Me: fairly well, just tightening it up and looking up a few more sources on placebo affects

Her: nice how long is it now?

Me: about 15 pages

Her: that's right where it should be, isn't it?

Me: yeah about there, but it's still not solid enough for my comfort level

Her: when's it due again? Three weeks?

Me: next week

Her: oh. Well, good for working on it now! at least it's not a day before

Me: well I been working all semester. it's just getting all the finishing touches to help make it solid enough for me to comfortably call it a scientific paper. there was no real way to procrastinate on this, we had sections due intermittently throughout the semester so

Her: ahh, true, well, kudos for still working on it and making it better

Ffs woman... >.< Just the air with which she speaks. This lofty little tone. There's a reason I barely hang out with her anymore...

Doing a public reading of my original fiction today. We set it up at a local cafe in the old town. Hopefully all goes well. Wish me luck.

wanna go home and wrestle with my dogs and snuggle my rats and spend time with my parents and work at publix and get some money, and fucking *find* a boyfriend and get life started already.

I LOVE college. I DO. But I am SO ready to graduate.

April 24th ya'll.

So Dad makes these *amazing* ribs. They're *perfect*. Just fall off the bone, melt in your mouth ribs. So delicious! And I asked one day if Ash wanted me to make them for her because dad showed me how and its pretty easy. So she says yes and gets pretty excited and I make up the ribs and everything's going well and then when they're all done I take them out of the oven and they're not falling off the bones, but they're still tender. Probably could've used another thirty minutes to an hour, but they still tasted fine to me and looked good.

Well... Ash tries it, says it taste good and it's fine to her. So I start trying to cut it in half to put it on a bigger plate that we can just pick from, and she manages a glimpse of the underside, which because the ribs have been steamed is not the same glossy red color as the top. She starts FREAKING out about how gross it looks and how it looks like roadkill and then she (as if she didn't know before) finds out there's bones in it and practically starts panicking because omg, she can't stand bones! And then the gristle's even worse now because it's not bone but it looks like it and omg nasty! Gross! Gross! Gross!

Which... as the cook makes me feel like shit. So suddenly I'm feeling like crap because she never told me anything about not liking eating meat off bones. And I'm like... take a fork and a knife and cut around the bone, that's what I do.

Still panicking.

So I basically take the whole rack of ribs and cut all the meat around the bones and around the gristle and I don't even use like... a quarter of the ribs because they 'look gross.' And she kinda nibbles at them for a while and she says they're good but she hate a lot of chips earlier, so she's just not hungry now. And she keeps telling me 'the ribs are fine! it's okay! It was just the bones I couldn't stand!'

But, ffs.

*Sigh*

So my urge to cook has just plummeted x.x

Smoking has always been around me. My parents used to smoke when I was little and eventually quite, my sister and brother (I think) smoke. I have friends that smoke. The entire English Honors Society once a month always goes to the local cigar place, gets coffee and smokes. I myself have never been a smoker. But recently I've been growing curious because now that I'm away from home, I see it almost everywhere.

So finally today I went to a cigar place and bough my first cigar. I don't remember the brand but it wasn't too dissimilar from a tiparillo, had a little tip on it, was supposed to be the flavor of wine, smelled really good. I sat outside looking over a text book and enjoying the cool evening, and I smoked.

I can't say I was crazy about it =/ it wasn't bad but *shrugs* Maybe it's something I wouldn't mind doing on a less windy day when I don't have to fight with my lighter. Maybe it's something I wouldn't mind doing like...on occasion, maybe once or twice a month. I don't think I'm crazy about it though. It leaves a kind of ashy taste in my mouth I can't get out, the back of my throat feels a little smoky, I didn't actually TASTE anything.

I dunno. I don't see what all the hype's about. Maybe I did it wrong... Does it matter? It was nice to just relax outside for a while I suppose and enjoy the scenery, but I can do the same thing with a glass of wine.

Meh.