Violins

Violins lift me,
Into golden clouds of song,
Oh, please leave me here.

~

Inspiration: link.

Muffin madness.

I just ate a chocolate muffin.  It tasted wonderful, so I had been smiling when I noticed myself in a mirror.  My god, what happened to me?  Bits of the divine domed cake were seeking refuge in the valleys of my teeth, making me look like a well-weathered pirate.  My tongue was successful in relocating most of the chocolate to my belly.  The rest required a cup or two of tea.  The moral is: you should not eat chocolate muffins in public unless you have a tongue and tea.

Evenings

Another of these lingering nights,

Light shallow and evading,

Over to eyelids relinquishing sights,

No siren's song invading.

Evenings never to come back.

MGN, again!

Tonight I restarted MGN (Movie & Game Night).  We had some fierce Super Smash Bros. and Mario Kart: Double Dash competition thanks to my new friend, Stephanie.  Also thanks to her, we were treated to X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which was very fun and shiny.  I plan MGN to happen every second week.

Butter

Yours are the eyes of sunsets burning,
Of timeless tides of butter churning,
Of flesh and voice - magnetic yearning,
Each inch of them I'm ever learning.

Daydreaming on campus.

I am daydreaming in a comfortable chair in Okanagan College's new Centre for Learning building.  Normally I have no time between classes to relax, let alone write, but today is different.  Today I had my first test in Linguistic Anthropology and I finished it early, way early, like in fifteen minutes.  And it is worth 25% of my mark!  Yet, I believe that I did quite well.  See, I studied hard.  Then last night, worried about the test, I cut wing night short and went home and studied some more.  This morning I woke up early and studied further, even in the car on the way to class, even whilst walking to class.  So, once I got to the test I felt very prepared; it's a good feeling.  I know that I have worked hard and deserve a good mark.  I have been an enthusiastic student all of my life, but my health problems since my early days at Kelowna Senior Secondary have affected me greatly.  Now I am rather fit and ready to take on the world.  I have yet to miss a single class, which is astounding for me, and I am showing no signs of eventual collapse.  Hopefully I am past all of my health issues.  Hopefully.  Anyway, this chair is very comfortable and has a swiveling desktop, about the size of an airplane tray but much nicer (a sandy faux marble with shiny aluminum edging), and the sun is pouring in behind me.  The shallow, almost silent black keys of my new MacBook Pro feel like little buttons of opportunity; I may write anything.  Yet, as the revelation dawns, I find myself wanting to end this paragraph.  This was a good moment.  Now, on to the next.

Silly syllabus.

I love my University Writing class.  My professor, Jake Kennedy, is an entertaining character.  Here is an example from the class's syllabus:

Final In-Class Exam 30%
This will be an in-class, open-book examination. The exam will exist of one
component: Essay. We will determine, together, the other details of the exam in class.
When you finish writing this examination you will place your pencil on the desk, stretch,
sigh, and then whisper: “good times, good times.”

Technological transcendence.

I bought a new MacBook Pro. It is beautiful. I bought a real copy of Windows XP Home and installed it on its own partition to play games. I bought Left 4 Dead. It is gloriously gory. I bought The Orange Box to play Team Fortress 2. It is frantically fun.

Nine, nine, oh nine.

I realize that my entry yesterday is a bit silly because I only wrote a quick haiku, but I was so proud of it so I had to say something. 

Anyway, I am bored and nearly out of energy.  I have been invited out for wings at 7pm, but I am unsure if I can stay awake until then.  Lame...

Oh, and don't forget today's date:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iv0yhLx6Kds&fmt=18

Positive response.

Today was the second period of my writing class. My professor, Jake Kennedy, is anything but conventional and it is quite refreshing. He prides himself on being the "finest second-rate poet" in the area. He also curses, which is amusing because his demeanor is always mellow. Today he gave us our first writing assignment, a response to "what [he] is about to do," and it could take any form we liked. In the quick moment given, I wrote a haiku:

My new professor,
Flips a chair without feeling,
Like a creek turns stones.

"Wow. You're the real deal," he responded. A few others read their chair toss writings aloud, but mine was the only poem. I was proud. I am proud. This makes me want to write and share what I write more often. Oh, how I love positive responses. And negative responses. Mostly positive responses, though...

Of Winter's Waking

After a night of spotted sleep,
My hands are cold and shaking,
Just barely does the tea cup keep,
White fingers from the aching,
Of summer's gone and midnight's depth,
A darkness of the taking,
So swallow steam in every breath,
And forget of winter's waking.

Introduction to the college experience.

This semester will be interesting. Three of my four professors are fascinating, while the fourth I suspect to be a fascist; actually, I doubt his demeanor lacks the intensity of a fascist, yet it does seem to contain the requisite narcissism. My courses are as follows:

Introduction to Linguistic Anthropology
University Writing
Survey of the Ancient World
Introduction to Logic and Critical Thinking I

Each course excites me, however I am beginning to long for a creative writing class.

A Glance

Poised profile cut by sunlight,
Pristine against the coastline backdrop.

Excuses excuses...

There has been a sight lull in my posting on here for a few reasons. First, I have been reading a very good book and it has stolen much of my intellectual energy. Second, I have been hanging out with friends daily, which is something I am far from accustomed to. Third, I just found out that my classes begin tomorrow and not next week like I had thought, so I have been rushing to prepare. I promise to post something of worth soon. I have worked on a few poems, but none worth sharing. I have also just begun a short story; I think it is going to be very good but may take some time to write and perfect.