Tuesday, January 10, 2012

English Freak Starts New Semester

It has arrived!

The start of a new semester and new classes. I thought that I was waitlisted for three of the four classes I am registered for this semester, but was pleasantly surprised to find that I am already enrolled in my Literature and Composition class. Of the other two classes which I was waitlisted for, I was able to enter into College Grammar (another English class) successfully.

Honestly, I think that this is going to be quite the heavy semester and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

Grammar seems like it’s going to be a blast. The professor is awesome, funny, uppity and so it makes it easy to listen. Besides, this is something that I have a huge interest in as I’ve considered being an editor if my writing doesn’t make it creatively or technically (which shouldn’t be a problem).

Literature seems like it should be okay but I am not yet sure what I think about the professor. She seems scattered, which reminds me of myself and I am presently undecided as to if this is going to be annoying or eventually become endearing.

History Honors seems like it is going to be the most challenging of them all. The four exams, if I understood right, will be 18 pages worth of critical thinking in writing and an additional project as the final.

And then there is the issue of Statistics. Hopefully, despite the huge waitlist, I will be permitted to enter the class. If not, perhaps I will find that my present course-load will be more than enough to keep me busy.

None-the-less I am extremely excited to have begun the semester. Less time to over-scrutinize myself and everything else in life. This sounds amazing!

English Freak Starts New Semester

It has arrived!

The start of a new semester and new classes. I thought that I was waitlisted for three of the four classes I am registered for this semester, but was pleasantly surprised to find that I am already enrolled in my Literature and Composition class. Of the other two classes which I was waitlisted for, I was able to enter into College Grammar (another English class) successfully.

Honestly, I think that this is going to be quite the heavy semester and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

Grammar seems like it’s going to be a blast. The professor is awesome, funny, uppity and so it makes it easy to listen. Besides, this is something that I have a huge interest in as I’ve considered being an editor if my writing doesn’t make it creatively or technically (which shouldn’t be a problem).

Literature seems like it should be okay but I am not yet sure what I think about the professor. She seems scattered, which reminds me of myself and I am presently undecided as to if this is going to be annoying or eventually become endearing.

History Honors seems like it is going to be the most challenging of them all. The four exams, if I understood right, will be 18 pages worth of critical thinking in writing and an additional project as the final.

And then there is the issue of Statistics. Hopefully, despite the huge waitlist, I will be permitted to enter the class. If not, perhaps I will find that my present course-load will be more than enough to keep me busy.

None-the-less I am extremely excited to have begun the semester. Less time to over-scrutinize myself and everything else in life. This sounds amazing!

Show Me What It's Like To Make Love

Show me what it’s like to make love.


Look me in the eye and tell me without saying a word.

Disrobe yourself and stand bare before me as if I were the sea;

And before you plunge into my soul,

Wet your face in my waters

And let my salty bitter flavor run over your lips.


Sprinkle the pieces of me that you want most

Into the bed and enjoy me as you would your favorite meal;

Nibbling so as not to go too fast

Only to arrive to an empty plate too soon.


Kiss my neck as if it were the first time that you

Held an ice cream to your lips and felt its cold sweetness.


Rub your hands along my sides and moisten me

As if were the clay that you mold upon your wheel.


Make me sing in the way that you do your guitar.

Pull my strings and frolic in them,

Play me like nothing else is on your mind.


Put your mouth to mine and drink me in

As if I were unlike any bouquet you’d sensed

In the finest wine you’d sampled.


Test me as if I were the sports car of your dreams.

Rev me up to get me going, then

Floor me until the moment that I roar.

Slowly bring me down to hear me purr


And then just hold me.

Hold me as if time was placed on pause

And everything were completely still.


Show me what it’s like to make love.

A Woman, A Man & Their Cigars

From across a dark and lively room

Her eyes catch to his

Lips gently caressing the brown

Paper wrappings

Of a bittersweet treat.

His cheeks depress concavely

As he draws in smoky air

Sucking in the flavor

From a moistened

Cylindrical tube of foreign pleasure.


From afar, the two minds meet.

An eyebrow lifts as if to

Call him hither.

Yet he does not respond

But with a wink and a tempted grin.


The smoking has begun.


A gentle pulse grows into the night

Until she trembles for his touch

And the flame is struck from his

Tongue pressed and flickering upon hers.


She unwraps her own fleshy cigar,

Tugging at the leather, clasping

Its denim wrapper shut tight.

When he stands disrobed before her

She takes him into her mouth,

Sucking in, as he had his smoky air,

Until she tastes his murky bitterness

In her cheek, whereupon

They both lie wasted.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Anything Else?

I am an old person in a young person’s body.

I am also simultaneously a child in an adult’s body.

These days I feel no more young than I do old, which at times I wonder if that means that I am exactly where I should be. Yet I also feel so disconnected from a major populace of this city.

I could write much more on this issue but that’s pretty much all that needs to be said on that matter.

Essentially, the old me wants to be getting into bed at 9 PM on a Wednesday. I feel like I should have a grand-child, but even my grandmother wouldn't be desirous of bed so early.

The young me is mostly school girl, entertaining way too many new thoughts and experiences, balancing a new social life which she never had and trying to figure out where she belongs in her own life none-the-less everyone else's. Naive as I've always been.

I have “friends” in their 50s. I have friends in their 30s. I have friends my age and friends younger than it. I feel in between it all and it is such a strange phenomenon.

I just can’t wait for classes to start so I can focus on anything else. ANYTHING else.