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If Saturday night's all right for fighting, then Wednesday night's wonderful for atonal whistling.
At least, it is for me, anyway.
The Pleasure of My Company
I just spent the past twenty minutes putting together an outfit instead of doing my homework.
It's for tomorrow, when I'm going to see a play alone. It's one event in what I'm trying to make a calendar of Things I Do By Myself. It probably doesn't seem so monumental, but I really don't do much of anything without someone accompanying me. Well, I do a lot of shopping alone, but that's only because I'm kind of tedious about it and it's not easy to be around me. Actual things, though? Normal things? I usually have a buddy or two. What I've realized is that I should strike out on my own more, especially since this is going to be my life once I start grad school in a little over a year. These past few months are the first time I've been single in over five years and I think I lost sight of what it means to truly have Me Time, so I'm going to the movies alone and dining alone and seeing plays and concerts alone.
And it's going to be great.
I mean, I hope so, anyway.
I'm Having a Very Me Night
Blasting the West Side Story soundtrack on my stereo and singing along absentmindedly while I Tumbl and try to put together a new mix CD. I decry loneliness and fuss about an empty house, but sometimes it really can be nice to be by myself.
Poem draft from 9/8/2011
While I wait for one more person's response for Poetry Prompt #3, here's a draft of a poem I've been working on. Still not comfortable using em-dashes and not sure how to punctuate it. Also, not sure about the last two stanzas or how to arrange them syntactically.
To each his own world full of wonders to fulfill and plunge into — a water falls. Depth, shallowness, inscrutable in the way I-rises.
and when you’ve got it like the tap gets the rhythm of your blood line like you’ve got an itch just scratching the surface like you’ve developed an affinity towards
the light – shatters into rainbows of loneliness, oneliness, it’s all the same
name the game of lifting and letting go the weight of holding on, to listen.
