All I can say is, thank goodness for the coffee shop down the street. I like the city, I like coffee.
Thank you goodness and all you have done for us as the body of lost souls without coffee.
I am stressed. I have a #$%&load (I feel rude swearing on my blog, is that normal?) of things to do today. Exhale. That's better.
If you haven't spoken to me lately you will not know that I have recently started hating my poetry. So in Gemini-stupid-idiot-esque-style I wrote a poem/piece of writing about it.
What I want to do
What if I can’t do what I want to do because I don’t do what I want to do because I can’t?
If I stop doing what I want to do because I don’t think I want to do what I thought I wanted to do.
If I stop wanting to do what I wanted to do because I don’t think I can do what I wanted to do.
If I stop wanting to want to do what I wanted to do because I wanted to do what I couldn’t do.
If I stop wanting to do what I couldn’t do because I want to something that I can.
If I stop wanting to do what I can do because I wanted to do something that I can’t.
If I stop wanting to do what I can’t do because there isn’t something that I can.
If I stop wanting to do what I can do because there isn’t something that I can’t do apart from doing what I can do.
If I stop wanting.
If I stop doing.
If I stop.
What if I can’t do what I want to do because I do what I want to do but not what I can?
What I want to do
Yes, it is jibberish. But it makes a point: I can't write poetry.
I'm so tired, this coffee better kick in soon.
List of things to do today:
1. Post my old aeroplane ticket to webjet so I can get new aeroplane ticket before the end of the day, or I won't be able to go to China.
2. Re-write an assignment that is due today at 12:15.
3. Facilitate a group discussion on Communication and Information Environments.
4. Write a report about television and what my group said about television.
5. Return library books
6. Print assignment at the library
7. Go to my doctors appointment
8. Quit University and start training to become an air hostess
9. Research police woman training
10. Get another coffee.
And all before 4:00 today.
I'm stressed. But its all my fault. So I'll deal with it.
P.S I love JAG.
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4 comments:
Wow. Talk about a challenging poem to conceive! Which, by the way, is a complement, because I think a poem has not achieved much, if anything, if it does not provoke thought. The more, perhaps, the better. =)
Also, was thinking, I should try to shove my love of your poetry down your throat. ;-) I was simply trying to point out it's merits to you.
And you're right about what you said; they're your beliefs, thoughts and emotions, don't let other people stand on them.
Honestly, though, I think this may just be a "I hate my poetry" phase. Not that I'm saying you have those phases, like, all the time or anything, but that sometimes we just get certains ideas about what we do that stem from our mood or something we've heard, which pass with time? Like a mindset, I guess.
OMG it is SO late and I have SO MUCH reading to do. Blah.
x
JAG
PS: Two in one day? V. impressed!
PPS: Comment, comment, comment! It is the way to any blogger's heart. =) I will send you some links.
PPPS: I'm just glad you didn't try to draw a moral conclusion about of Neighbours. Biggest Loser I understand. The former, I do not.
I <3 you!
Wow, I'm impressed with the length of my comment. Where I said "I should try to shove my love of your poetry down your throat" I mean shouldn't.
Thinking about it, though, poets may be the least satisfied of all people with their poetry, perhaps because it's personal and you can never really say what you mean. I'm going to post some of what I wrote for my assignment (due tomorrow) soon, because I'm quite happy with it.
Guess what: I got my reading down and there was no pyjama party this morning, devo. Which means it will probably be tomorrow morning at, like, 5.30am.
La cena es mexicana esta noche!
x
JAG
PS Feel free to reply to my comments. Seeing as I have so much to say. =)
I hope the pyjama party happened this morning to get it over and done with!
We have been having a bit of a pyjama party here this morning and yesterday, for some reason our apartment was chosen to be the guinea pig for a new electronic air conditioning system,so yesterday flat mate (J) and I were woken by SIX MEN talking about the weather and ringing each other up in our living room at 7am then they left and their stuff was everywhere and the ceiling was in pieces and there were chords hanging everywhere, so we had our breakfast in our pyjamas watching morning television (because we didn't want tohave a shower and get dressed, we knew thy'd come back and showering with six men in your apartment isn't a particularly inticing thing to do)then suddenly without warning EIGHT MEN walked into our living room and started pulling things apart so we just sat there with our toast and Sunrise, then the next thing I know the ONLY PERSON I DON'T LIKE IN SYDNEY i.e. MY STALKER, walked through the door!!! I kid you not!! Unfortunately it is so, he stood there in our living room awkwardly (I think he was meant to be helping the maintainance guys but I mean really, he DOESN'T EVEN LIVE IN THE BUILDING and he is a TOTAL WEAKLING, so I have no idea as to how anyone benefited from him being there.
Let me remind you that J and I were in our pyjamas!!!! I probably offended his culture again! But I was in my home, and alas, he was not!
Well the same thing happened this morning except there were only TWO MEN so it ws alot less intrusive, and I was very pleased at the absence of the stalker.
P.S I love your P.S's!!!
Love you JAG, xoxoxoxoxoxox
Do you love me?
BTW, update: Dan from Neighbours (I am not convinced it was him) left Blue Train while I was distracted and I didn't see him leave so I couldn't sneakily take his photo to send to you.
Sorry. S xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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