Monthly Archives: January 2011

All Roads Lead to Rome, II

This is from yesterday. Who knew squirrels would lead so many people here?

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Any of my readers who know me in real life know that I can be a little… neurotic. I choose to believe it’s endearing, though I’m sure some people would say otherwise… though, it’s likely people who don’t find it endearing don’t read my blog.

My mind has been all over the place the past few days!

I’ve been busy with schoolwork, trying to get my classwork for the semester wrapped up in the next two weeks so I can start my ten week full-time student teaching internship February 7. I will be teaching tenth grade English at a great school and am BEYOND excited!

I’ve also been working on my job hunt for next year. As I’m sure you all know, the job market is kind of slow right now, and that is especially true in metro Atlanta, where I’m looking. I have emailed resumes to over 50 (yes, 50) principals. It’s not quite time for them to make job offers yet, but when they do I want them to already know my name.

It’s stressful not knowing where my life is headed. I know whatever it is will be great and I shouldn’t be such a control freak, but it’s hard for me.

On a personal level, my New Year’s resolution to lose some weight is falling by the wayside as I sit here looking at an empty cup of Sonic Red Velvet Cheesecake Blast. At 11:00 at night. Oh, and I didn’t work out today. And I’m going to have to put on a bathing suit in just a couple months. Yikes.

I’ve also been preoccupied thinking about potentially joining eHarmony next year. Thoughts? Also, why am I worried about that right now? Although seemingly everyone around me is planning their wedding or living together situation, I AM only 22.

I say all that to drop a mental dump onto you and to explain why I have been neglecting this blog. However, 95% of my viewers get here looking for squirrels, so whatevs.

Marc Chagall, Song of Songs III

“Bluebird” by Charles Bukowski

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

Music Monday– PS22 Chorus with Passion Pit’s “Let Your Love Grow Tall”