These Are a Few of my Favourite Things

And here is a little Segment I call: Things I made with things I had lying around because I think I'm crafty but really I'm just bored often: Part One:

Ribbon Board


Ingredients: Ribbons and cut outs of letters and shapes (made from paint samples) from the decorative wrapping of package eldest sister sent you because you were having a bad day.
Step One: Tape ribbons in criss cross shape on wall.
Step Two: Insert post cards from friends in Italy and other things you feel have an essential need to be on your wall.
Step Three: Pretend like you're clever for having done this. 

I'm dropping out of school and becoming a starving play write.


Keats dropped out school and he wrote beautiful beautiful things.
Then died with no lungs.
I could be John Keats.
But with my lungs intact.


Except for once in Rome I smoked a Fortuna cigarette which are, as they say, "toats disgusting' 
And I'm fairly certain one of those can kill you.
So perhaps with the one Fortuna my lungs are gone.
Except for I smoked it in Rome.
And John Keats died in Rome.
So I could still be John Keats.


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Predictive Text Poem of the Week

 "You talk to keen on anyone these days.

 You never think.

He only was"

Oh do you have a story, Do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where
We'll all live happily?

We're going to make it through this year, if it kills me.

"Snakes in the grass beneath our feet
Rain in the clouds above
Some moments last forever
And some flare out with love love love"

Mountain Goats Concert. The Grenada, Dallas Texas. November 2009.

Finals are not my favourite.

One day we will have adult jobs.

Or perhaps we will not have jobs but we will have lots of money. Lots and lots of money. And rich spouses who buy us nice things.

Or perhaps we'll have no money at all.

One day we will have fancy homes, or lofts in NY, and a dog that we take on walks through markets in the morning in the city after getting our morning coffee and bagel.

Or maybe we'll live in suburbia.

One day we'll be over this and do just as we please. And we'll know what we want in life, and we'll be organized and on top of things.

Or maybe we'll just be crazy

Today we have to study.

Or we can procrastinate and dance in the wind storm.

Predictive Text Poem of the Week

"My Favourite you was never from  where we should be" 

No big deal.

Someone recently asked me what I thought my most common used phrase is, after careful deliberation I've come to the conclusion that it may be

 'Don't worry about it"

For example:

"Jessie, why aren't you wearing pants?" 

"I decided shear tights were adequate snow weather, Don't worry about it"

or

"I'm going to quit college and become a street performer, Don't worry about it"

or

"See that random boy of there we don't know? He's my future husband, we're getting married, don't worry about it"

and

"Jessie..... what are you doing?" 

"Don't worry about it"

I've found ultimately it generally causes great worry in people.

At a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by, you will open your eyes, and see yourself for who you really are, especially for all the things that made you so different from all the awful normals. And you will say to yourself ‘But I am this person’ and in that statement, that correction, there will be a kind of love

-Phoebe in Wonderland