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Midnight Baking, Love Poetry, and Not Sleeping.

It is 5:12am and I haven’t been to sleep, per say. I took a nap at about 9pm until midnight. I’ve been awake with a whirring brain since then. I think my voodoo of Selina is finally starting to come back some. I midnight baked, like the old days, and then started a new story. I am toying with a new concept. Who knows how it will work out, but writing a potential failure is better than not writing at all.

Speaking of potential failures: I decided to change up the look of the blog for a bit. It is so girly it is almost cool. I’m sure I will get complaints and will revert back soon enough, but this was fun.

Speaking of writing: I wrote a nerd-tastic love poem. No, I didn’t specifically write it for the Viking. I wrote it more for all of the kooky nerds in love. There are so many more variations on this I could write, and I probably will toy with them. This one was crazy fun to write. Tell me what you guys think.

The nerdiest love poem ever

There might be a reason I stopped writing poetry

I’m going to dash off and either be epic or pass out. Right now, I’m feeling either is a possibility. It just feels incredible to be feeling the crazy writer vibe again. This was a short blog. I might write you more later.

 

 
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I Actually Went Outside

Today I spent the day at the Rock Island Arts Festival and had a blast.

I heard four different versions of “Knocking on Heaven’s Door,” one with a xylophone.

I defended pole dancing as a legitimate art after seeing the girl I used to baby sit when she was just a sweet little girl climbing up a pole. It was pretty cool actually. It was really more like a performance art and less like dirty crack whores. Only one of the dancers had fake boobs. (Lets not discuss the tramp stamp tattoos.)

I think there was some art there. I saw a few painted cow skulls. Mostly I was hanging out with Cynthia and her kid. We did a lot of walking between the huge sand piles and the bouncy castles.

Jewelry. I saw jewelry. I like shiny things.

I got to meet many of my friends offspring. I am a terrible friend and I haven’t met any of my friends’ spawn. Autumn is still cute as hell and you can’t even tell she had a kid two months ago. It is ridiculous.

I spent four hours talking non-stop to Cynthia and her son. When we were at school, Cynthia was gorgeous girl. (I have always had hot female friends. It was good for my guy friends but not good for my chances to pick up guys. But, yeah, I know all the hot chicks.) Now she is an amazingly beautiful woman.  She looks almost exactly the same (there is a picture of her in an attic… NERD reference) but she has a new grace about her that makes her stunning. She was the same sweet, smart, funny Cynthia I loved so much in college but only better.

I did NOT get drunk at the wine tasting then try to get a pony ride. I did encourage LaNell to though.

I awkwardly talked about writing and my book a lot but my friends are great people and handled it well.

I have the strangest sunburn. I burned around my necklace and I have to white lines V-ing down my chest pointing straight to my boobs. I am going to think of it as added advertisement. I also have a stripe across my eye from my chunky sunglasses. I can pretend to be Geordi LaForge. I would take a picture of it but my dumb camera is refusing.

On a completely unrelated note: there is a pile of laundry that I took out of the dryer before I left this morning. I put it on my bed thinking that I would put them away after I got home today. Okay, I knew it was a slim chance I would hang them up, but I had the best intentions. When I got home I moved them from my bed to my computer chair so I could lay down and then moved them back to my bed after I woke up. I have accepted that they will just moved back and forth between the two spots until they dwindle away from me wearing them. I might put away the panties since I don’t have to fold or hang those up.

And I wonder why I am single.

 
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