Between a rock...

I'm stuck somewhere between I don't have the drive to write prose and I'm not comfortable sharing my poetry.

Recent Inspirations

Few things feel quite as transcendental as Snow Patrol and poetry. Especially on a slow, Sunday afternoon. It's like a nap for your soul.



And because I don't know if it's ethical to post poets' works on personal blogs, follow the link: The Bees Have Not Yet Left Us.

Home Again

I'm hanging out at Megan's house today. Drinking tea and eating pancakes. Chris is here, too. We're home!

Home is wherever I'm with you.

3D

I'm not a fan of 3D films. The first and last time I saw a 3D movie in theaters was a couple of years ago when Avatar was in theaters. I had a headache about two hours into the movie, although that might have been because of the terrible plot just as much as the tri-dimensional experience.

But Beauty and the Beast is going to be in theaters soon. In 3D. I love Beauty and the Beast. I watched it almost every day as a child. My perspective of the world has been forever altered by the film. I love books and France; I loathe hunting and all Gaston-related activities. Beauty and the Beast gave me a pretty clear set of social standards by which I live and see the world. Needless to say, I'll be seeing this one in 3D.

Does anyone else have a movie like that? A disney one, maybe? One that forever altered the way you view the world for better or worse?

I have a cold.

This is day three or four of Christmas break head cold. Tradition. While hopelessly awaiting recovery, I read The Hunger Games. In one day.

I bought the book for my brother for Christmas. I knew he wouldn't read it right away, so I devoured it yesterday afternoon. Now I have to wait three months until the movie. I should probably finish the series over break so I don't die of anticipation.

In other news: I still haven't finished The Scarlet Letter. Ugh.

Already behind

I'm already behind in my break plans. I am barely into The Scarlet Letter and for good reason. Hawthorne's introduction is almost more painful than the new Stephanie Meyer film. Almost. I've been listening to it on Librivox, which makes it slightly more tolerable.

Meanwhile, I've been writing letters to whomever comes to mind. Thus far, I've finished two. Christmas is in four days! I need to finish these letters tomorrow, and I'm not even half way. Wish me luck!

It has been four months,

But I'm back now! I'm home. The sky in Indiana was white from end to end, but here it's still blue. A different world. I'm already accustomed to this one. Bring on the cozy.