Where Young Birds Go to Die

That is the title of my newest piece for my independent study. I think I am getting better at naming these things. On another note I have once again proven my theory that text books in 100 and 200 level courses are useless. Thankfully I only spent $3 on my very old edition of my Anthropology text. I never opened it--just went to class and took notes. And miraculously I got a 100. How very not surprising. I am so glad I caught on to this and stopped paying tons of money for brand-spanking-new editions. So what if I need the 10th edition and I got the 3rd? At least my wallet isn't crying nor is my Anthropology grade.

On another note, my wifey has relo'd to Oregon. It is most tragic and we will never recover...at least until she comes home to visit in May. Granted, we are used to only seeing each other over winter, spring, and summer break. She also took our replacement love-fish as she let our true love fish flop out of his bowl and die.

In serious romantic news, I paid for the bulk of the beach house. I thought I had paid for the whole beach house, but apparently there are taxes and such so I still owe $63.75. So minimal but so annoying. now I have to write another check. I hate checks. More like I hate change...or the unfamiliar. Some change I do enjoy so I'm not quite sure what it is I dislike.

I am so excited for this vacation, but I have this cloud hanging over me. I still need to talk to Josh and tell him I can't go to his graduation. I can go to his commissioning which is more important to him but I really wanted to be there for his graduation. We thought it was a Sunday, but it is Monday. I am taking off the following Friday for my graduation and the following week for our vacation. He said he wouldn't mind, but I feel terrible. I just found out last night there might be an issue, and confirmed today. I won't have the leave to take off from work since I only started working there in January. I think I am more upset than he will be because I really wanted to be there :( I also have a final exam that day at 7:30 and I would have to pay for a hotel so by not going I save money and won't stress about getting to my exam on time/being prepared but still. It's really depressing.

Everyone tells me feeling is a sign that I care, but sometimes it really sucks. Oh well. On a brighter note, I have never been happier. I continue to maintain this absurd level of happiness and after almost a year, I am beginning to think it will never end. Josh brought it to my attention we started seeing each other around this time next year. This next Saturday actually will mark the one year point when I kissed him. Yesterday marked the one year point of officially breaking up with my douchebag ex. I am surprised it has been a year and I am pleased I did not even notice when I checked the date yesterday. I am pleased I spent the day with the love of my life and that this past year has been the best of my life. Here is to hoping the rest of my life will be this full of joy.

Waxing Poetic

Not really, just waxing about nothing in particular. About how I will never be famous and that would have bothered me 5 years ago, but it doesn't now. How no one may ever be touched by my poetry of my prose, but that is ok. I am bothered by it, but I won't die a horrible lonely death like Poe of Dickinson--whose works are rather well known now, in case you didn't know.

I won't be written about or photographed, my life will not be splashed on the big screen and this is perfectly acceptable because for the first time in life I am able to admit my fault but celebrate my successes. I can see where I fail without being marked as an individual by it. To live is to be marked, and I want my body to be a map of all the right reasons.

I am in love, I am successful, and in 7 weeks time I will be a college graduate.

And even through all this happiness I manage to write pieces for my delightfully wicked chapbook of deranged mother/child pieces. I am beginning to think I have talent, oh ho.