Poetry Project

I just finished my poetry project! It cost a small fortune to print it off but boy, it was worth it! I also bought a special folder in which to bind it and today, I borrowed my brother's hole puncher so I could fit them together. When I was done, there was a flurry of little white circles on the floor and I waved around my project shouting, "I'm done! I'm done!" I am overjoyed. It took three months to find and type up all of the poems in here and I ended up with roughly 70 pages of material. My mother was surprised that most of the poems in there were mine. She thought that I had just compiled a bunch of poems written by other people. "Nope, they're mine," I told her proudly. "Minus two poems that other people wrote and I just translated into English."

I finally have a tangible result of all my hard work. Now I'm going to put them into a drawer and forget about them for a few years. That way they can age correctly. I can't wait to read through them a few years from now!

Reading outside

I was reading outside yesterday when my father noticed me out there. He opened the door to the house and said, "Why are you outside? It's HOT."

"It feels fine to me," I said. He closed the door; I returned to my book.

I was wearing a jacket and long jeans. It was 94 degrees Fahrenheit outside.

I always knew I was a strange person.

To go or not to go?

I've been feeling happy recently. Yes, that's boring, but it's a rare feeling for me as well. Also, note to self: Never go to cycling class again. The seats hurt.

Oh, and I have an assignment from my creative writing group to make up the first five lines of a story. Then, when we meet again, we're going to swap them and finish each other's stories. I'm thinking about writing a story from the point of view of a ghost. Or maybe of someone with split personality disorder. Something interesting. Or maybe I should do a happy story like bringing a pet home for the first time or waking up to find that you have cool superpowers.

Lastly, open mic night: To go or not to go? And if I go, what would I do? Interpretive dance? LARPing? Poetry slam? So many options.