busy

Wow sometimes I just have to laugh at the calendar. I have a final tomorrow, and both a final and a paper due Friday. PLUS I'm PMSing. Wow, thank you o divine calendar.

I met with several people today about pursuing my MFA. I already knew I was too late to start in the fall, but my current teacher just so happens to be the teacher of the poetry workshop that starts in the fall, and he said he'd be happy to have me in the class (a big damn deal). So I'm beginning the program before I'm admitted. But it sounds like they'll let me in. There are two poets in charge of the poetry applicants, and those two poets heart me (or my poetry anyways). It's a tough program to get into. Less than a third of the applicants make it in, but I'll have a year now to get close and personal with the teachers and work on my portfolio. And I'll be able to get a decent job while I wait.

I also might just say fuck it and take off RVing full time. I'm ready to jump onto whatever moving train comes by first. Until then I will write and explore and examine everything down to its microscopic fibers.

I also need to study and write this paper apparently. And plan the Kentucky trip, help R search for an RV, set up my dad's Etsy, and think about the July trip.

Oh and I have about 5 additional projects/finals left after this week.

So I'll be busy.

oh boy

sigh

2 loves

From Real Simple May:

Paradise. The only problem is that it takes you to Amazon.co.uk.

Also, Kim Parker's gallery is worth waiting for the page to load.

peaceful

Just went bike riding. It smells so awesome out there right now. And it was so peaceful.



Time for cookies and milk.

Why do they make yoohoo?

Yesterday the poetry reading went well. Both Josh and Robert attended and suffered through it with me (if suffering is wallowing in hilarity), and I wore my favorite dress.

And pops is fine. Here I go again with Every Minute by Sara Groves. But that's not possible.

Another long long day has passed, and my body is protesting everything today. Eh. No emails or itchy bras or sweating or planning. I need to turn off the internal blender and relax.

God I should just get myself to the gym and answer all my emails and clean my desk and do a few loads of laundry and write out everything in my mind until it's stripped bare and paint every canvas red and black and run with the dogs and read Jazz and do math homework.

The blender is always on go.

riding bikes

Yesterday Robert and I biked to supper, 12 miles (which is super for us). Today I grabbed my keys and started to leave to pick up my prescription and Robert stopped me and asked why not ride our bikes up to Walgreens. So we did : ). A 30 minute trip turned into an hour, but it was worth it. So now we're both going to start asking ourselves if we can ride our bikes to a place instead of driving. Now I'm NOT riding my bike to KU. That would probably take a day.

But I'm proud of ourselves nonetheless, and I'm surprised at how much joy a bike ride gives us.