the damn alarm clock

it is poison to sleep



as i was rudely awakened this morning by my alarm, i wrote a poem in my head. i think it sucked and i can't remember it. i just wanted everyone to know that i write in my sleep.

the master of lies

after house sitting for the past 7 days and having access to a television with channels, i've decided that very few things are as misleading as marketing. it doesn't really matter what the advertisement is for: medication, live chat lines, a lawyer, fashion, food, vehicles; nothing is ever in reality as it is portrayed in the clips flashed on the screen. 

how is it that we have been so consumed by the image of things that we more easily accept lies than less-than-ideal/ utopian situations??

to be continued... 

Jeopardy

it's a dull roar trying to break free of its case

it's a hammer relentlessly pounding 

it's stinging and throbbing deep within

Or it is known as the swelling and tightening of the blood vessels and nerves that cover a person's head and neck.

What is: A Headache

there are a lot of things worse in this world than having a migraine headache and having no remedy... right now it's hard to think of anything... 

my current statuses

-deeply in love

-unbelievably annoyed with someone

-procrastinating

-itching a bug bite

-missing things of old

-thankful for present things/ situations/ people 

-encouraged

-hopeful 

-mildly anxious 

-hot- loving the southern weather 

-full (of subway)

-rested

-hydrated

-taken care of

-loved

-smooth 

-awakened to a new perspective 

-oh so happy for today and the life i have been given 

 (something beautiful to watch)

tragedy on rivermont ave

yesterday i was outside on the fire escape. as i stood there, looking out at the houses and parking lot i was deep in thought. my concentration was interrupted by a tragedy. there, at the crest of the hill, stood a lady. she was calling for Killer, her cat, to return home. she just stood there yelling for about five mins. finally, in a last desperate attempt to communicate with her lost, furry friend, she said, "okay honey, i'm gonna come back out here tomorrow. and when i call, you come home. i love you Killer." 

this morning as i was getting ready to go to class, i heard her out there again (keeping true to her oath) calling for Killer. today something in me snapped. what if Killer the cat is all yelling-lady has? there is something strangely comforting about another living creature in the house when you live all alone. and for yelling-lady to be suddenly stripped of that interaction is understandably upsetting. 

being the way i am now, i sometimes find it hard to justify spending money on an animal while people are starving. but after you live alone long enough, you begin to realize the appeal. 

we aren't made to be alone. we are made to live in community with others. the more i live, the more i understand how much i need community. i need others to serve, to learn from, to keep me accountable, to just... be with. a cat (pet) should not be a person's only companion. 

it's horrible being alone. i hope killer comes home...