Dr. Whitbred says...

"Excellent!
You're crisp, rhythmically and sonically striking,
and use implication very well!" - T.w.

Notice his use of "you're."
I'm pretty sure that he thinks that I, as a person, am crisp.

Crisp as a fried egg.

I'm going to write my next poem about my dead garden.
The succulents are being moved to the geography building, 3rd floor - where they too, as Natalie's fine flowers do, grow towards the sun.

There is no saving my English Daisy.
Why do I suck at growing daisies? They are my FAVORITE!

Today.
Today was not a study day.
Today was a... drink lemonade, lazy about the house, dread the Mayes' laundry and wish for summer day.
Oh yes, the wishing for summer.

Sweet summer and the "I have 5 more classes to graduate," "I am about to give birth," and "I will wear a bikini in my maternal state" mindset.

There is beauty in today and my procrastination. Later I may not feel this way. Right now though - embracing freedom rather than regret.

I switched out of a class taught by a blasphemous professor to a wonderfully organized and structured lecture taught by a doctoral candidate. Sociology 308 - Praise God.

6 classes this spring - Mirco, Nutrition, Poetry, Sociology, Spanish, History. A good deal of reading - but nothing like the Fall.

Jack Dorman and I are friends on facebook. I dare say we are friends in real life.

My poetry professor loved my first poem! The class consists of us writing poetry - and then reading it aloud to the class and the class critiques it. And who did he ask to go first? As in - first of the semester, first to stick out their neck, first to extend their creative channels to the chopping block? Yours truly.
The response was however, greatly encouraging. He returned my poem a week later with a wonderful note at the bottom:

- and as it turns out, one I will have to share with you later because I left my poetry folder at home.

It's a beautiful day today. Cool, sun shining. I feel thankful for the sun and clear air. I also feel thankful in general. For our home, for Niko, for Matt, for his job, for my feeling better. It's amazing to have your life back from the depths of nausea. I'm doing my hair and wearing make up and earrings and cooking dinner... Tuesday night was once again filled w/friends and dinner and Cranium - our desire to fill our lives with other people once again able to be fulfilled in a consistent manner through Tuesday nights. Not to mention that it's 8:38am and I've been awake for two hours, have cleaned the kitchen and done a load of laundry, and I'm still feeling full of energy. Contently sipping my watered down, decaf coffee... I decided I missed this blog.

It's fun to not have school and get to play full time house-wife. I've been waking up with Matt and cooking breakfast, or making him coffee and just keeping him company in general. I have 9am classes this semester so I'm hopeful that this routine can continue. I won't have to leave for school until 8:15ish. I think. We'll work something out.

Our Christmas tree is still up. (confession!) - But we want to take it down together...and Matt is a little sad that it wasn't up for very long since we were out of town for 2 whole weeks. And so it stays. Probably until Sunday at the very least.

I feel content resting until the semester starts - but there is something exciting about starting a new semester... a clean, new slate. Mostly liberal arts - which are nothing compared to the natural sciences - and so I feel good about the amount of work I'll have. Maybe I'll get to read some good novels. And probably some crappy ones as well that my professor believes to be the glory of their time. Ohhhhhh, universities.

Today's goals:
- Clean up residual clutter in living room and bedroom.
- Rearrange books/etc in office so Matt can rearrange the furniture.
- Possibly go to HEB to get cinnamon rolls and stir fry vegetables.
- Hug Niko.... 1,000 times.