i want to just throw over this whole responsible adult thing and go join a band. go party like a rock star. get the hell out of here.
at least next thursday i'll be on my way to falcon ridge. four days and three nights of camping, hippies, teepees, hippies in teepees, people on stilts, world food (what exactly would be the difference between vegetarian curried goat and vegetarian curried lamb?), instant friendships, the ice man, and music. oh, and alcohol. which i'm going to try to use a little more moderation for this year. we'll see how that goes; i'm a lightweight as it is. all this can't come soon enough for this little poet.
Entry Word: craziness
Function: noun
Text: Synonyms FOOLISHNESS, absurdity, dottiness, folly, inanity, insanity, preposterousness, senselessness, silliness, witlessness
i mentioned that we're up for accreditation renewal at the end of the month, right? until last night, i really had no idea what this would mean. because there are things we need to do for these people, and naturally they need to be done perfectly. for instance, labeling. everything must be labeled. in comic sans ms. or a similar font. and there must be pictures. if the space is for crayons, there must be a picture of crayons. for magazines, there must be a picture of magazines. and so on. labels for sink (three sinks). for window (five). for toilet. for toilet paper. paper towels. computer. easel. rulers. the list is endless. these labels must be printed up in sheets. cut out. mounted on construction paper. laminated. waxed. hung up on the appropriate object with the special roller. i wish i was joking about this.
it's gotten to the point that i'm starting to think in labels. in comic sans. where i want to start writing labels like "toilet seat. light switch plate." i want to write "tissue box," and label each individual tissue. this is to say nothing of the cot labels. which are made of special super duct tape from hell. and have to be peeled off, rewritten, and stuck back on. each corner, naturally. i think i've lost a layer of skin from my fingertips, and the scissors are all gummy.
it's not that i want to complain. it's just that i feel like i'm living in catch-22, and i want to spread the absurdity around.
time to sleep, where my dreams will probably be written in comic sans. beatpoetgrrl
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