Roses are Red, Poems Suck!

Priscilla has made it quite clear how discontent she is that I have no been posting more frequently....It's like the girl's never heard of homework...
Though let's be honest I don't really have homework mostly just poetry!
My feeling on poetry is that if it doesn't rhyme you might as well just write a short story...unfortunately my beliefs don't rule the class syllabus so I actually have to write poetry...that doesn't rhyme...because apparently I suck at that....joy....
Whatever! I want to write plays! Poetry is for the faint hearted! Take that Emily Dickinson!
So we wrote drafts for these poems and got feed back and basically everything that I had wanted in my poems the T.A. told me I was crazy, my poem was bad and no I couldn't make my poems about the things I wanted them to be about.....so....write new poems?
I went to my actual teacher for some advice. One of them it made sense I was like ok I can do that....the other one in which I really wanted to portray the ocean as a kidnapper like with the undertow and stuff was apparently a cliche connection. I needed to turn this ocean into a sexual predator....and then somewhere hint in the poem that the child's step father sexually abuses her....
HAS ANYONE EVER WRITTEN A HAPPY POEM BEFORE!?!
I mean come on! All through high school poems were depressing, stories were depressing, if people weren't dying it wasn't going to be a best seller! I thought we could leave that behind in university...not that kidnapping is very happy but it's not as bad as such blatant ridiculousness!

 I'm going to have a BF! (I've wanted to make White Chick references all week but no one ever gets them anymore!)
And I have to mentor the second mainstage this weekend/week! That's like 24 hours of my life and crucial homework time gone! I'm never going to get that back especially since a whole whack of stuff is due wednesday but all Saturday I'll be at the theater, then work, and then Sunday my work thought they were helping since I couldn't do my usual wednesday shift with this show they put me on Sunday afternoon too....I'm just going to lock myself in my house...Maybe I'll let Alfred come.
It's weird because I go for what seems like weeks without seeing him (that's what happens when you're in brain sciences and you're graduating this year) and then he comes over 2 days in a row.
Oh right I guess I should mention that it was Halloween this week, people that are reading in other countries I don't know if you have this ridiculous day. We in Canada/ America dress up as things and eat candy.

I was Sebastian from the Little Mermaid. --->

Our costumes were pretty spot on. Aurora was Ariel. She bought a spanx and sewed fabric shells onto her boobs and Priscilla was Flounder. We were the best....and yet we didn't win of the costume contests....But most importantly Alfred washed my dishes and cleaned up my couch in the living room! Wasn't that nice since all my spare time is spent writing blogs that I don't have time to keep my house clean...and the rest of that time is spent drunk at Halloween parties. 

Whatever, tis a good life. He's still my BGFF (Best Guy Friend Forever) which I have to specify because Priscilla used to get upset when I would call him my BFF because apparently that's reserved forever....pft these kids just assuming their my favorites. Story of my life!!!

Let's be honest I gave him the fake name Alfred so that one day I could apply Batman/ Alfred pictures to my life. This is basically us!

Anyways in all seriousness I need to get in a depressed mode to write these dark creepy poems!

Ciao mi lovelies!<3

PS: the one who looks like Tintin still hasn't called, I think I'm safe...though I might have seen him in the library the other day.....Eep!

Tintin Has My Number!?

What up readers!
I know I already posted that random post of all things of the week this morning but then something happened on my way to school and I just must share it. Mostly because, she's probably going to hate this name, Pamela thinks Tintin having my number is hilarious...
So here's how it happened!!

I was walking to school as per usual on a Friday when I should not be going to school as I have no classes to attend. When I walk to the Phoenix I get off at the stop just outside of the Ring so I can cut through Finnerty Gardens which is right across from the Phoenix.
So there I was walking to the Phoenix and, duh, singing which I always do! This morning I chose to sing all 5 parts of "I Turned the Corner" from Thoroughly Modern Millie...quite a feat when you are one person. Just means I get to choose which note I hit on the end chord...and I'm not a soprano which becomes more and more obvious as I spend more and more time out of choir. (one day I'll be one of those old ladies in community choir singing the bass lines! CLASSIC!)
Anyways so there I was wailing as I approach the gardens, I looked around to make sure no one was there to be disturbed...or judge me. (This girl on her bike totally ruined the climax of "Let Me Be Your Star" as I was waiting for the bus)
And then I saw this kid at the gates to the garden, luckily the song was over so I just didn't start singing the next one. As I approached this kid I noted how very hipster he looked, I think hipsters are ridiculous. (Hot tea should not be put in glass jars! It only makes the jars too hot to hold!)
"We're you singing opera just now" I could see how he might mistake my wailing for operatic excellence. I explained that I was actually singing a song from a musical. He just seemed so delighted!
"Could you sing some more for me please!?" omg what do you say to that.
I actually had a meeting this morning which is a suitable reason for going into school when I don't have class unlike usual. So I told him I had to get to class.
"Are you sure you couldn't sing just a bit more, you pretty much made my morning" I was flattered but honestly so embarrassed I declined some more.
"I've put you on the spot haven't I?" You don't think? "Well can I at least get your number and maybe we can hang out later and you can sing some more then?"
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING! I gave this random stranger my number (he was actually pretty cute besides his hipster get up)  Mama Alfred will molt his feathers when he reads this!
Needless to say he tried once more to get me to sing! "Please," he said. "I'm dressed like Tintin!"
AND SO HE FREAKING WAS!! He had the dog in his back pack and everything! Bike leaning up against the fence! Mind blown there it was!

I just gave my number to Tintin!                                                          (Tintin does kinda look like a hipster)
Once again I declined and really had to be on my way...I really hope he doesn't call me....how awkward would that be!?
My friend Gumpette thinks he was probably a left over from the Fine Arts pub crawl last night which leads me to believe he slept in the gardens all night....but he wasn't wet and it was raining so I can hope not...but he was probably still really drunk....
Goodness I hope he doesn't call!
Goodnight my children!