12/13/12

Winding Down in the Windy City.

Things are starting to come to a close, y'all. It's pretty sad. I'm sorry I haven't kept you as "In the Loop" as I'd hoped. Jesus, where are all these puns coming from today? Seriously, I'm never this witty.

Anywho, here's the breakdown of notable events this semester:

1. CPS Shakespeare! and changing the lives of passionate young ones.
2. Making new close friends in the hostel and at work.
3. Seeing some remarkable theater (Sweet Bird of Youth, Sunday in the Park With George, Black and Blue Boys, The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Heart, School for Lies, Sister Act, Metamorphoses...I'm probably forgetting a couple.)
4. Going back to campus for choir and voice lessons. Seriously, saved my life this semester. Probably the best part of my week. I don't know what I'm going to do not singing all next semester and summer...my host family is probably going to get sick of me reals fast.
5. Making a Christmas CD with one Jessica Steele. If you are at all interested and would like a copy, please put your name and address in the comments section and I would be happy to mail you one.
6. Using public transportation...on some occasions.
7. Dressing all fancy shmancy for work.
8. PARTIES, of course.
9. Seeing the Chicago Christmasy changes.
10. Having my own room...however messy it may be.

I'm sure there's more, I just can't think of any right now. But it's been a fabulous semester, and I'm grateful for the things I've learned - about life and about myself. More on that to come, obviously. What is a good "I'm Proud of You" post without some philosophical mind-fuck shit?

For now, just get psyched because after Christmas break, what is to come, but...




EUROPE!

12/12/12

#Fail.

And of course, a day or two after that poem was written,
I chat with a nice, cute girl who works at Caribou Coffee for a while.

AND THEN JUST LEAVE.


God's just telling me I'm not prepared.

#youreanidiot
#makeamove

12/11/12

Somebody to Love.

My patience wears thin! Hurry up, time's a-tickin!
By the time you'll have found me, I'll be screamin' and kickin'
and begging you 'Please, pretty please, do not love me.'
I'll have waited too long for your descent from above me.

You're no track star, I see, nor any athlete by far
But I can't bear one day with my solemn guitar
Writing songs about meeting you and our perfect life;
A family and kids, a career, and a wife.

The hope I kept crest on the chaps of my lips
Will have blown far away as the lonely wind whips
them for shame to have thought they could feel anything
other than ashes and liquids that sting.

My soul aches to meet you, it knows that you're near,
Just circling around me - you'll miss me, I fear,
If you don't lift your gaze at just the right second.
I know your life's busy, but feel my heart beckon.

It'll haul up your sightline, buried deep in a stew,
and you'll stare at my chest wond'ring how you never knew
that 'twas me you were searching for - that beat in your head
you mistook for music was my heartbeat instead.

Then our eyes would meet, and eternity would pass
and crystallize our minds, immortalize us in glass.
No chill would I feel with your body in mine,
My arms wrapped around you, our fingers intwined.

Why should I go further, how is there a point?
When all these that stem from my dreams disappoint
Me? I want to just slap you and scream 'Here I am!'
And into you all seeds of love would I slam.

But how could I do that when your face to me
Is as fluid, transparent as waves in the sea?
And so I await you, patient and stubborn,
grasping at threads of love's dangling rope, worn.