the latest assignment for my poetry class is to write a sex poem. or an erotic poem. a poem about having sex, or some you had sex with, or a sexy homage to a body part a la lucille clifton. in other words, a poem dealing in some way with The Sex. for those of you who are new here, The Sex would be the thing i haven't been getting in, oh, ever. which may be what i'll end up writing about.
so valentine's day is coming up. naturally i could care less except in a snarky, cynical way. i'm going to see a punk rock show. i'd like to think i'd still be doing that if i was dating someone...though my new friend jillian says she and her boyfriend are going to a trashy motel with theme rooms, and that kind of sounds like the other best way to spend valentine's day.
meanwhile at said show there will be a certain band. featuring a certain person, whose favor i would very much like to gain. thus, i have nearly depleted the BeatFund to obtain:
* the shirt and
*the shoes
i'm almost ashamed to admit that i'm actually planning an outfit for this occasion; what's worse is that it may involve the color pink. i've been very into pink these last couple of weeks. i think it has something to do with the total lack of color in the rest of the world, and my need for something summer-ish. and the fact that with my super-short hair (did i ever post this?),i'm a lot less likely to come off looking like a pretty pretty princess. should anyone be interested in buying me a present, feel free, of course.
the horrible thing is that since starting school again, i've gained weight. part of it is the lack of energy expended when one is not chasing preschoolers for eight hours a day. part of it is the fact that i have time to eat real meals again. but i'm pretty sure that most of it is the fact that the meals i've been eating are things like a veggieburger with cheese and curly fries. not to mention the just-get-me-through-this-class snacks. thus, i will be once again drinking my breakfasts, and having some sort of scary energy bar for either lunch or dinner. and learning all about my new friend, the student fitness center. grit your teeth and repeat after me: "it's good for me. it's good for me. it's..."
i have a babysitting job this sunday, for two of my favorite kids. it is a little weird to be babysitting, after all i haven't done it on a regular basis in about ten years. but it's a way to keep in touch with families i like, and any little bit of funding helps. with luck i'll be able to get a few more jobs like that, and then the subbing won't be the only thing keeping me afloat.
meanwhile, i need to go research the Cultural Revolution in china and the role of mao tse-dong and his wife. for my literature class, of course. i have a presentation due tuesday.
we now return you to your regularly scheduled programme.
beatpoetgrrl
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