Thanksgiving

Next week is thanksgiving and i just found out that my Uncle Jim and his family are coming up which is kool. Dan is also coming down yay which makes me very happy. But on thanksgiving day we are going to have a full house. We have my family and that is 4 of us, you have My Aunt's which is 3, my Uncle has 4, Dan, My Uncle Matt and his girlfriend (that is if they show up on time), and we might have my dad's brother and his family and that is 5 more. So in total we might have 19 people show up which would be the biggest group we ever had, and if not we will surely have 12 people. 12 people is still a lot of mouths to feed lol.

Wow

Wow yea i was just going tho my myspace and found out that one of my old firends just joined the army. O_o this is news to me and she never seemed like the type but time does change and people do too. So i just want to say good luck Jenn.

Hospital visit

Last weekend i had to go to the hospital. I had really bad stomach pains and i didn't know why. I couldn't sleep either, i took something and i was able to sleep like for a half an hour but after that it was so bad i couldn't even lay down. When i finally went to the hospital it was like 4am and they did some blood work and stuff and they said a few things it could be, but nothing was really standing out. So, now i am on medication and if it happens again i have to go back. What fun that will be. So that was my great weekend and i hope to never go though that again.

New Place

Well i have finally got off campus YAY!!! and the new place where i am is great and my landlord is awesome. It isn't a very big place but it is just perfect for my first apt. I have a roommate which is my friend Becky and we have our cats too. ^_^ They are so cute when they play together, and just this morning they got into everything. They run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Plus at 4am my cat Squeeker woke my up just so i could pet him and he wouldn't leave me alone. He would rub his face into yours and bite my hand, i was glad my feet were covered otherwise he would bite those too. But anywho the apt. is great we don't really have everything for it yet i have to go home to get our couch and then we will pretty much have everything.

A Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday
setting itself against
death making it look retarded.
'Yes, I totally agree.'
Why does it rain so much?
It seems to go on and never stop.
Rain sucks! Why can't it be snow!
With snow you can at least make things in it.
Snow is worse, then we have to bundle all up.
So, then you can wear your new velcro boots.
But what if you don't have velcro boots?
Then run room, run home and grab a gun.
Yeah and shoot yourself with it.
Or shoot my neighboor's dog for barking too much.
Rain drops keep hitting my head
does the umbella have a hole?
The wind cuts into my soul,
with the poor dead worms on the wet pavement.
look at that guy he looks like a donkey.
Eww, look at his eye
How weird his eye was,
or how ugly his face looked.
His face looked really horrible!
Like the face of Susie when she wakes up in the morning.

This is my redo of one the poems the class came up with.

Grandma

Thank you for the gift of love,
now you're sharing it up above.
You had many things to say.
All in a caring way.
You always saw good in everyone,
No matter what they've done.
You were always the one we could all lean on.
Even though it must have felt like a ton.
You were always the strength of the family.
Now we must let you rest calmly.
As we say goodbye,
as tears roll down our eyes.
I know your place in heaven has a good view.
Because you're telling God,
I need to keep an eye on a few.
I know you will always be in our hearts and mind.
So Grandma,
I must go, but I'll never forget you're one of a kind.

by Augustine Perez

I found this to have great meaning because I just lost my grandmother this summer.

The Scene of the Fire

At first light the chequered autumn dawn
hesitates, a change, an unexpected void;
the leaves of the lime tree hang like rags,
walls still smoking, a homestead destroyed.

Kids arrive shouting from God knows where
clambering all over, looting, running wild.
But they fall quiet when the son appears,
equips himself with a long forked stick to wield

and poking among the still glowing timbers
fishes out a blackened and battered kettle
that, turning to them, he holds high in the air
as though to prove all existence is brittle

and to bring to their mind the loss of things,
how overnight the everyday, familiar to hand
becomes more fantastic than the death of kings.
And he was else. As if from a distant land.

by Alan Tucker