Here is another poem I wrote. Thoughts?

On my pillow is
your earring,
black and shiny and
plastic,
and I guess if this was
true love
it would be a pearl or
a diamond or
you would still be here.
But it's a plastic earring and
you are not here and
this
is not
true love.

Winter just wasn't my season.

Hey folks.

Here are some things that are good:

Megan and Jonathan and I went to the Bird Tower last weekend and got stranded in the middle of Nowhere, USA. Jonathan painted me with tribal tattoos and sat in the flowers and the music played and the battery died and we did not.

I found pictures from over a year ago, and though I've not shown them to you yet, I have printed some of them off and I've hung them on my wall and I have been refreshed by your presence, even though you are not here.

Tentative plans to move to Destin in February are becoming more solid every day. Scary as it is, Amanda and Jessica will likely be finding the apartment/house without me, but that is okay. Hey, this is going to be fun!

Step Show at UNA-- I wish I had gone before now. I enjoy this type of show very much, and I enjoy my friends very much: Nita, Tammy, O'Brian, Jeff, and newboy Drew. Tourway afterward, trading Megan for Nita and Tammy.

I hit a small cat on the way to the restaurant. This is not a good thing, no matter how I spin it. It makes the list because I need to get it out, because it made me cry, because my friends were so good to me.

Whoa, how about I go to Fall College Conference at Camp McDowell. I've never been before, but I think I would enjoy it. Lindsey says Camp in the fall is her favorite, and I generally like things that are Lindsey's Favorite.

When you have a free moment, I suggest you visit http://www.asofterworld.com/bloody/index.php. It is by the asofterworld people, so you know it's good.

And maybe just go visit asofterworld? Come on, you know you wanna...

This is Grace, over and out.

Love your wife, love your get, keep your word, and if need arises die for what men die for.

At a cave mouth my uncle showed me crinoid stems,
And in limestone skeletons of the fishy form of some creature.
"All once under water," he said, "no saying the millions
Of years." He walked off, the old man still with me. "Grampa,"
I said, "what do you do, things being like this?" "All you can,"
He said, looking off through the treetops, skyward. "Love
Your wife, love your get, keep your word, and
If need arises die for what men die for. There aren't
Many choices.
And remember that truth doesn't always live in the number of voices."

Life is ever changing but I will always have a constant and comfort in your love...

Hey, I just spent some time on stuffwhitepeoplelike.com

Go. Enjoy. Report back to me (O'Brian, I'm talking to you ;).

I'm here at Megan's, chilling with her and Jonathan and Jonathan and Jeff (and Spencer, of course).

I worked tonight.

We're watching Little Monsters, which I did not watch when I was little.

Hey, campout. Saturday, November 8th. In my parents' backyard. Classic.

I'm kinda lonely right now.

Clever trick...

Hey. I just wanted you to know that while I was watching the Vice Presidential debate, my brother was watching the Goonies.

I'm not sure why this makes me so happy, but it does.

I think I will watch The Goonies this weekend.

Tell me, where is evil bred? In the heart or in the head?

Jeff has recently really gotten into A Softer World, which makes me very happy. It's kinda like when you read a book with someone.

Speaking of books... I finished Life of Pi and Twilight this week. Pi was good, although a bit bouncy. Twilight was good, too. I mean, it's a vampire romance for teens, so it's as cheesy as all get out, but overall I enjoyed it and will be starting the sequel this week. Also been reading for Chaucer, Southern Literature, and British Literature.

So... since last we spoke, I saw B.B. King in Huntsville with Mr. Joiner. Wow oh wow. I actually think this was the first concert I've been to this year, which is strange. It was easily one of the best. We were in the second row, semi-isolated (the two seats to our right and the two to our left were vacant, strangely enough), not ten feet from the man, the myth, the legend. Live music is just so... powerful. Watching a group of people who are so obviously glad to be doing what they're doing, who fit together like puzzle pieces, is an experience to remember. To be in a packed auditorium, to feel the giddyness and the awe radiating off people who have been listening to this man perform for over 50 years is to be gladly suffocated. He was so humble, and grateful, and beautiful. Watching it with T.J. made the experience all the more memorable, as he is one of my best friends and his excitement was contagious.

On Sunday I picked muskedines with one of my clients at her mother's house. It was so much fun, and it made me feel very real.

I have tentative plans to visit Jessica this weekend. Meagan's going to Pensecola Friday evening and my parents are going to Perdido. I've not been asked to work, soo... well, why not? I mean, I won't be able to spend any money there, but that's okay. Mom, Meagan, and I will come back Sunday evening, and Dad will be back a couple days later when his conference is over.

I watched the movie Volver the other night; it was pretty good. Pratik reccomended it. Umm... oh, the poetry slam was Friday. It was pretty good, if a little long. Afterwards Pratik and O'Brian came to the apartment and we watched some L Word and ate stirfry and fixed my hair. It was really nice to just sit. Megan Williams came to the slam, which was good. I've hung out with her more in the last couple weeks. I hung out with Jonathan a couple weekends ago, too, and finally got to see his new house and meet his roommate. I also hung out with Nick last week.

Oh, that's right! We had a picnic last Thursday! Well, kinda. I got one of my clients and we met Jeff and O'Brian and Nick at the park, and Megan came with Spencer, and then the park ranger kicked us out so we hung out at Megan's for a bit before going home. :)