In the idiot installment for the day, I give you:
Uhm, hey.
Everyone (you know who you are) should go back to LJ.
That is all for now.
You realize life is a comedy when you walk down the street with a cigarette and the homeless man at the bus stop yells to you: "don't get cancer baby, don't get cancer!"
]]>If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.
Sylvia Plath. No explanation required.
]]>In the idiot installment for the day, I give you:
What is one of your favorite poems?
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.
Tulips by Sylvia Plath. It's extremely long but the beginning is my favorite:
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to the surgeons.
Seeing Cici's post about Camel No 9s made me want to go try them. Foregoing my usual Camel Lights, I bought a pack of these suckers. First surprise was how sexy the packaging was in real life. Secondly, PINK FOIL? Oh my god, I just soiled myself.
Apparently they are a little too snazzy, considering the minute I walked out of the store a homeless man chased me down asking for a cigarette. He called me "Dino" and asked me to light it for him because his hands were cold. I just ended up tossing (read: chucking) a No9 and my favorite lighter at him and walked (read: ran) away.
bad idea to log into vox when you've been out at speakeasy bar.
i need to start using this again...and start capitalizing shit when i need to.
things I currently enjoy: goldfish, camel lights, college, and al the bartender.
pour me another cause I can still see the floor.
If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?
Submitted by J.T.
To get drunk faster. Just kidding. I get drunk fast. Actually, I'm drunk right now.
HEY VOX!!!
I suck at updating. My apologies Voxland. Regardless, it is mostly because previous to this week I had been packing up my life and moving into my dorm at college. Day Three here, and I still love it. Although my room overlooks the highway in the distance which is currently being redone. Getting woken up to jackhammers and beeping trucks on the expressway is a really awesome way to start your day. You should try it.
Nevertheless (I'm using way too many transitional phrases) I have enjoyed my experience thus far. Although classes haven't start so please refer me to this post when I start bitching about the workload.
I'm thinking I forsee shower time in my future.
QOTD: Do you have any tattoos? If not, if you were going to get inked, what would you get?
No. But I would get "I am I am I am" from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath tattooed (very very very miniscule) down the left side of my torso. For those who are not familar with the book, it is what she uses to describe the "brag" of her heart beating. It all has to do with the persistance of your heart, of you continuing to live whether you want to or not. She is my source of all inspiration and that quote stays with me daily.