Written for the help_haiti auction, specifically for[livejournal.com profile] simplelyric, five more coming soon.

Kansas Fog
Freezing pearl-hued mist,
can just tell it’s snowing.
The ground slick with ice,
like walking on a window,
too delicate to remain.

Untilled Ground
Golden grass below,
from here it looks so pristine.
Horses running through
catch burs in their hides and know
the price for blazing unknown trails.

Peace
After the storm come
miles-long herds of antelope,
placidly grazing
on the roadside while our cars pass,
they oblivious to danger.

Minimalist Gardening
The dawn wakes with us.
Air smells like jasmine green tea,
iris-the culprit.
Neighbors tear them out today,
replacing them with nothing.

Small Blessings
White flurries of rage
strengthen the screaming wind storm,
building up against my door.
Ice-hills keep me trapped inside.
Thank God for the fireplace.

Whee!

Jan. 13th, 2010 10:10 pm
Oh, look, another auction!

If you're interested, go bid, offer, donate, whatever.

Memory

Jan. 8th, 2010 10:25 pm
I have a strange memory. I can't remember what I had for breakfast today, but I can remember books I checked out from the library years ago, I can remember whether or not I read them and I can remember, basically, whether or not I liked them, even when I can't recall the basic plot or characters. I remember commercials from my single-digit years, but I can't remember dates or other important things. I had a massive struggle remembering to do my homework in high school and early college, or even remembering that I had any. I think I'm just a weirdo.

I do remember, though, that I need to get my booklist posted. If only I could remember where I put the notebook I wrote it down in.
I've read very nearly 100 books this year. Quite a feat, for me, considering how I've tried this before, deliberately, and failed. I don't know, I just prefer reading slowly, for some reason. I can speed-read, but for some reason I'd rather shoot myself in the head than not absorb every last word in a book and roll each sentence around in my mouth as I read it. I'm on number 99, now. I'll post a list later and probably some reviews. I've come across some real stinkers during these past twelve months and also some really good reads.

Oh, and late Happy Holidays, if you celebrate, and a happy New Year.
I has a new adoptable site here. I think I'm doing this because I don't want to do anything like, you know, study. Or do any actual work. This tends to happen when I have important deadlines-I wait until the last minute and get myself worked into a frenzy.
I have so many things due next week and so many things to study for that it's not even funny. I don't know if I'll ever sleep again until I'm dead, unless I faint or something.
I've done a bit too much reading lately (as if such a concept existed-ha!) and I went somewhat overboard at the library the other day. I've got so much to do, too, but they all looked so good...Well, who needs sleep, anyway, right? I'll manage, I suppose, as I have so far. After all, school-wise my life has improved greatly over the last few months and reading didn't slow me down in the least.

Have a very happy Halloween and don't eat too much chocolate.
I definitely won't have time for NaNo this year.
I think I may be in love with the entirety of Lacuna Coil and I'm not even goth.
Wow. I haven't used this journal in ages. In fact, since I last updated, I've gone back to college, at a different school, changed my major, tried working in foodservice, part time, taken a hellish math class and read roughly 80 books. The latter doesn't seem like much, now that I've written it all down, but it felt like it while I was in the process.

Anyway, my point is, "hello, everyone, again."

Don't get the flu and have a happy autumn.
“When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free.” Catherine Ponder

I've found that this is somewhat true. One must remember, of course, that forgiveness is not always reconciliation. In fact, going back to a person and letting them walk all over you isn't helping anyone, including the person you want to forgive. Sometimes you just have to forgive someone in your heart, not let it tear your soul to bits thinking about it. I've actually gone down both paths before and it would seem that the healthier one is the path of forgiveness sans reconciliation.

I certainly don't mean to say that I think we should all just forget what's happened to us and stop being such bitches about it, which is what some people seem to think forgiveness means. What I mean to imply when I say forgiveness is that we shouldn't let our anger repeatedly victimize us.

Is this true for you? Agree, disagree, don't give a fart in high wind?
So, I've been offered the option of voting early this year. I went into the courthouse to see someone and apparently people are already casting their votes for a new president. I'm not sure I should do this. This is such a red state that when it bleeds, it heals Christians everywhere. I know I sound like a paranoid loony when I say this, but I have to wonder if it's a great idea for some uppity liberal bitch like me to cast her vote early, when it's not for McCain, or if it's an even worse idea to just wait until the fourth. The whole thing is giving me butterflies and I'm not even on the damn ballot* so I've got little to be so nervous about.

Is casting one's vote early a dumb idea or a good one? Should I just wait?

*and thank God for that.
Having a teenaged brother, I've had the chance to notice some things about young men that I didn't pick up when I was a teen myself. One of these things is that teenaged boys treat jokes just about the same as most people treat enemas. It's funny as hell if someone else has to take one, but if it happens to you? It's the greatest disaster to befall the universe since Katrina.
Bill Maher is the lulz. He's a total wanker, really, but I actually kind of like him.
So, incase anyone wanders over here during the next two weeks, firstly, I reccomend that you check out http://community.livejournal.com/livelongnmarry/profile.  I also would like to inform you that I have put some items up for auction, including a little black dress, a black leather skirt, some books and two offers of my original poetry, at least as of now.
I hate finals time so, so much.
Paula Deen's Brownies

4 ounces unsweetened chocolate
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter
4 large eggs
2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup all-purpose flour, sifted
Frosting:
4 ounces (4 squares) unsweetened chocolate
1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
1/2 cup pasteurized egg substitute (recommended: Egg Beaters)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 (1-pound) box confectioners' sugar, sifted
4 cups mini marshmallows
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease a 13 by 9-inch baking pan.
Melt the chocolate and butter in a 2-quart bowl in the microwave on high for 3 minutes, stirring every 20 to 30 seconds until the chocolate is completely melted. Add the eggs, sugar, and vanilla and mix well with a spatula. Add the flour and stir to combine. Spread the batter evenly in the prepared pan. Bake for 25 minutes.
While the brownies are baking, make the frosting. Melt the chocolate and butter in a medium bowl in the microwave on high for 3 minutes stirring every 20 to 30 seconds until the chocolate is completely melted. Add the egg substitute, vanilla, and sugar and stir with a spoon until smooth. Stir in the marshmallows; they will soften but not melt completely. Spread the frosting over the warm brownies. The frosting will set up when the brownies are completely cooled. When cool, cut into 1 1/2-inch squares and store in the refrigerator in a plastic container with a snap-on lid.

So, I just learned that everyone's good old friend Phelpsie, champion of 'the least of these' mentioned in the Bible* protested at the memorial service of one of my brother's friends.  I already hated Phelps as much as it is possible for me to hate anyone.  The man is a right rat bastard and as far as I've ever been concerned that God-hating** old ass-ramming shitspike can suck my non-existant balls and go to the hell he so happily condemns everyone else to.  But this is interesting, having it strike so close to home.  Frankly, if I'd been there I'd have gotten some people together, if I could, made some protest signs to mimick his and protested his ape-licking ass right back.  Not like there's any shortage of things to protest about Fred Phelps.  Not all of them would fit on a picket sign with font big enough to read, but all the same.  I think a nice, big "Fred Phelps is an Idiot," written in the rainbow hue of the gay pride movement, would do nicely.  

At any rate, the Patriot Guard riders*** apparently showed up and sang.  The police showed up, armed to the teeth, and the whole place was surrounded by firetrucks.  Then, wouldn't you know it, it was discovered that Phelpsie and his clan had forgotten to register a permit to picket the service.  They left in a hurry after that, escorted by policemen toting assault rifles.  My brother, who is still very upset about the death of his friend,**** thought the whole thing was beyond awesome.  Frankly, I'm pretty thrilled myself.

At this point, about all I can say is: God rest the souls of the people whose funerals Fred has desecrated and may God also kick some Westboro ass in the near future.  Seriously, if anyone even needed smiting, Phelps does.  I'm more or less inclined to advocate forgiveness of our enemies, but Phelps is one person who I'm not sure I can, in good faith, do that for.  After all, he doesn't want to forgive others of what he sees as their sins.  I'll leave it up to God to decide what to do with this false prophet.


*The sarcasm, it burns!

**Yes, really.

***Who, incidently, rock my fucking socks off, if you'll forgive the phrase.

****a girl he once dated, not too long ago. :(

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