Odes and the Weather

So the weather has finally reflected the turning towards the autumnal equinox - and the very first day post-fair, too, which shows a little more taste than is usually seen on behalf of the usual Pacific Northwestern weather.

Unfortunately, that also meant that this morning I had to clothe myself in not only sweats-and-tee-shirt garb, but also don my fleece bathrobe... neither of which has made me particularly happy. So unhappy, in fact, that I deemed it appropriate to compose a poem, an ode to Summer - and had the indecency to attempt to make it rhyme as well; please forgive me. At least it is not a long poem.

Ode to Summer

O where is the fine heat of Summer?
The warmth of bright sunshine, hot on the skin,
Burning, to match the fires within.
O where is the sunshine of Summer?

O where are the blue skies of Summer?
Crystalline skies, cloudless and bright,
To make the earth seem so close to the light:
O, bring back the bright days of Summer!

O where are the soft smells of Summer?
Of quiet and shade, where breezes can play,
And flowers bloom, away from the heat of the day -
O, where are the soft places of Summer?

O where are the brisk sounds of Summer?
Of rivers and brooks, of swift-flowing streams,
Of dragonflies' flight through sunshiny beams,
O, where are the lazy energies of Summer?

O, speed the return of distant days of Summer,
That again may flow the golden heat
And that every morning we can greet
The sun, in those lovely warm days of Summer.

Hopefully by now you're not thoroughly tired of the rhyming and of the repetition of the capitalized "Summer". Though, it must be admitted, if I am sick of Washington's infamous ill-weathered winters inside a single day, I am not going to last very long this season.

Fortunately I have my sewing, crocheting, and tea to fall back on.

Breathe In, Breathe Out, It's Only Monday

Had first read-through of the It's A Wonderful Life script tonight. I have officially been assigned the role of Violet, which, while not a major part, is incredible nonetheless. After only reading the lines aloud I had several people tell me I was perfect for the part, which is just great, considering what a sexy fox Violet is.

I'm making a contest with myself to see how soon I can memorize all of Violet's lines. I'm shooting for the end of this week. We'll see how that goes.

After rushing home from rehearsal I managed to finish ALL of my online Spanish workbook about seven minutes before the stroke of twelve... which probably doesn't actually affect my grade, but I'm still proud of myself for managing it. Why I didn't remember I HAD an online portion of the homework to do was completely bogus, to the point of being absolutely moronic. Undergoing a verbal beration from my mother about it when I was already beating myself over the head (with what little energy I had left from lack of sleep) somehow managed to make it that much worse.

And earlier today I finally (FINALLY) finished the pitcher from ceramics class that I've spent the last three weeks straight working on... I figure I've spent about eighteen to twenty hours on it total, what with the working on it outside of class and whatnot. I really hope I can still manage to get the other projects on my ceramics list done in time.

On a different note I've been hacking these lovely, chesty, phlegm-producing coughs for the last four or five days now. I'm not sure what these coughs are or where they came from, but the fact that I'm actively coughing things up is a good thing. I think.

Okay. I'm going to go collapse into bed now. Kitty want to snuggle?

Oh, yeah, and it's only Monday. DAMMIT.

To My Passengers

Okay. So this last week has been a bit... busy.

Firstly, in my classes I am doing quite well. Art History is interesting, though certainly not riveting; Creative Writing Poetry I'm actually enjoying, and may post the fruits of my latest labors here before long, though as an actual "class" it is woefully lacking in instruction; Spanish is good to sink my teeth into, and it's cool to learn languages as well as find that I love doing so; Ceramics is not only fun, it's challenging, and I'm completely enjoying myself in creating these clay pots, sculptures, and whatnot. The problems come when I get too involved in the detail of a single pot when the class has been assigned to complete a certain number of objects by class' end. That aspect is rather frustrating to an artist like myself.

Secondly, spending five full hours with a person of the opposite gender who you have no will or desire to cultivate a personal relationship with, or, really, any relationship at all, is really rather stupid. On the one hand, yes, I learned a bit from him, and sketched a very nice full portrait of his character, but on the other hand five hours really wasn't necessary, thank you.

Thirdly, spending enough time talking with the person of the opposite gender, who you did have a very good interest in cultivating a personal relationship with, enough to find out that you really can't see spending your life with them, seems to be rather... disappointing, to say the least. Mentally, I'm already beginning to speak my goodbyes, and can even discern the beginning of relief; emotionally and physically, however, I can feel the palpable desire to take this relationship a lot further. It doesn't help that I really like and respect the guy.

Fourthly, I'm sick, and being sick sucks. I want to go to classes, and I HATE knowing that I'm not there and I'm going to MISS OUT ON SOMETHING! but alas, there is not really anything I can do besides sleep... and there's not much chance of that if I go to classes today.

So. In summary, there's been a little bit of frustration. I really wish... well. Several things. But the most important is definitely that I weren't feeling sick.

Also, read the book Darkly Dreaming Dexter (by Jeff Lindsay) the other day, which was the basis for the series Dexter on Showtime. Completely fascinating and amusing novel, sadly very short and not enough to truly get myself involved with... but I'm onto the second novel now, which will hopefully be a bit better in that respect.