mom and I were talking together on the bed, when all of a sudden we hear hella loud music playing from my dad’s computer. we both look over at him, and he’s got these huge headphones on.

He was listening to his music through his headphones, but turns out his headphones weren’t plugged into the computer. LOL

omg why is time is so elusive… :[

so many things to do…but all i want to do is have a spiderman 1,2,3, rush hour 1,2,3, harry potter, and all of Hayao Miyazaki’s movies marathon. Thor, batman, megamind. I want go to the beach. Oh and I want to go shopping. I want to sleep for 24 hours without waking up. I want to eat bomb jajangmyun and a pazooki. omgad. 

I was always on the fence about poems. I was on the fence on deciding whether poetry was a beautiful way to express or just straight up confusing. But I applauds Stein, she pushed me over to the, “confusing.” 

I. just. don’t. understand. Would anyone like to have a discussion with me about Gertrude Stein to find meaning in her writing? 

Professor has us come into class to discuss the material…but right when we come in all he says it, “I don’t get what the **** this means”…

Now my ENL teacher is making us write a poem about an object in the house, just like Stein did. So I ended up write about a wash cloth sitting on the dining table. 

Either gertrude stein is so deep that my mind can’t comprehend, or she’s was just thinking about words on the top of her head when she was writing her poems. No prepositions, no conjunctions…all dependent clauses. Doesn’t make sense. 

However…now I have analyzed this wash cloth to a bloody pulp, and now am writing a poem on the topic of: The fundamental nature of a washcloth. Is a wash cloth fundamentally clean or fundamentally befouled. 

Sigh, after a long day at picnic day and DDR…this is what I come back to. To analyze that washcloth that’s been sitting on the same corner of the table since the last 3 weeks. 
Kay i think my nerdiest post yet. I go poetry write now analyze to. Gertrude Stein.

 

sigh how i feel 

Found my dad chillen with his friend. I fed it out of my hand, and it’s beak fricken hurt.