Just so all one of you who reads this knows, I have no internet right now. I'm reduced to pirating off of unsecured networks. Yeah, I'm pretty horrified too.

A cocktail party, in which my head is the guest of honor

head, meet table. (loud crashing sounds)
head, meet brick wall. (more loud crashing sounds)
head, meet metal barrel. (loud, metallic crashing sounds)
head, meet windshield. (loud, glass-shattering crashing sounds)
head, meet firedoor. (loud, dense crashing sounds)
head, meet metal post. (loud, pseudo-echoing sounds)
head, meet steering. wheel (loud, horn sounds)
head, meet register. (loud, metal sliding sounds)


head, meet creative work. (silence)
head, meet rhetorical analysis project. (head tentatively shakes hands)
head, meet portfolio revisions. (head edges away towards the door)
head, meet senior thesis. (head runs away screaming)

Thank Yous

1. Thank you to Megan for calling my attention to the word Crème Brulée.
(Crème Brulée, with it's
accent lines, is beautiful, like
the symmetry of a Warhol, folding
into itself like the set of my first
linen napkins.)

2. Thank you to Chelsea for coming to Senior Thesis presentations tonight. I almost claimed you as my guest (even though, technically, you weren't), but decided not to embarrass you. It was nice to see a supportive soul in the audience whose attendance wasn't mandatory.

3. Thank you to those of you who have been giving me workshop quality comments on my random mind-explosions (ie poem-things). While I am very appreciative of these most helpful gestures, I want to make sure that you realize you are in fact encouraging this bad behavior and may, therefore, be inadvertently responsible for me posting more poems. Just so you're aware.

Sigh

Bret, we can get slammed in workshop together. You for not finishing your story and me for not having an actual story. But at least we have something and at least it's our last workshop.