I've been having a hard time this past week and I was reading in bed and I came across this poem. I really like it and it's relevant to some issues I've been dealing with with a good friend. I know that sounds a little cryptic but...whatever. I just wanted to share this poem.

The Power of Suicide

The potflower on the windowsill says to me
In words that are green-edged red leaves:
Flower flower flower flower
today for the sake of all the dead Burst into flower.

--Muriel Rukeyser

I have decided that the ONLY way I will EVER get my room clean is if I listen to Gonna Fly Now by Bill Conti over and over and over and over again while I clean. Well, that and Eye of The Tiger by Survivor. Why? Because I am obsessed with Rocky and by listening to those two songs over and over again I will somehow gain the stamina to clean, reorganize, and redecorate my room in one day. It can be done. It has been done before. I just forget how I got it done last time.
I have also decided that next time Gamma takes a trip to Mexico, I will go with them and get my nails done by some little old Mexican lady. I wish I had taken my camera with me to the Family Picnic today because I saw Ariana's nails for the first time today and if I didn't already know she wasn't a latina hooker, her nails would have made me think otherwise. They were fabulously mexi-tranny and I have now decided I need to go to mexico to get my nails done.
Tomorrow night is Gamma's white rose ceremony so I'll get my invitation or bid either tonight or tomorrow morning. I have a pretty good feeling that I'll get a bid because Gini told me to definitely be expecting a phone call from Cindy tonight.
I sound like a moron. There should be a law against me being in a sorority. I still haven't even decided if I'm going to take the bid if they give it to me or not. I mean, there are a lot of great reasons why I should join, but it just feels wrong to me. I'm probably just looking at it the wrong way. I'll get it all figured out soon enough.
Kerith, Caroline and I are making the journey to Bonnaroo this year because my mother finally realized how absolutely MISERABLE Caroline and I would be at my sister's bachelorette party. All the other bridesmaids hate me anyway and I would probably end up spending all weekend reminding Aleks that I am Kate's sister and she picked ME to be the Maid of Honor, not her. I'm sure she will be thrilled to hear I'm not going and she will jump at the first chance she gets to pretend to be the Maid of Honor while taking shots for me at whatever bars they are going to in Charleston. Kerith, Caroline and I, on the other hand, will be having the epic adventure of our lives attempting to drive from MD to TN without killing ourselves or getting so miserably lost that we wind up in TX, which, honestly, none of us would have a problem with anyway. Caroline has it in her brain that we're going to be taking all these weird little side trips to like 10 other states "on the way" to Bonnaroo. Sure, Caroline...

200 frames and almost 5 ish hours later....i give you my new glasses:


and the sushi haiku!:

Mid-winter evening
alone at the sushi bar --
just me and this eel.

--Billy Collins