What am I doing in/with my life?

Thesis

Racism and Stereotyping in the workplace

He walks up to me as I stand patiently at the hostess podium, "let's see if I can remember..." I joke with him, and continue while counting on my fingers, "no Hispanics, no Blacks, no Rednecks, no Young People, No Old People, no single people, no kids?" He is all seriousness, "kids are ok." and then his customers' beckon to him. he walks away as a little bell chimes twice to indicate that a door is being opened. I look towards the door and perk up a little, getting back into "Happy Hostess" mode. The incoming couple are older and clearly together. The man has on a grin as I say "two for dinner?" The man responds not with an answer but his own quesiton, "Remember what I told you last time?" Instead of placing the man with what he said, as I have very poor fuciform facial memory, I try instead to remember anything interesting anyone has told me in the past couple of weeks, nothing pertinent comes to mind, so I stutter a bit and smile helplessly. "That's right," He chimes in "Keep on smiling."

Even if I try to describe the story in the terrifying way in which I experienced it, the plot is too comical and extreme to believe in any frightening manner...

I work on my thesis nearly every day, if not in read or written then in thought. I only work at my "real" job 2 or maybe 3 nights a week, however I only have ever had nightmares concerning my minimum wage normally boring job as a waitress...

I believe in God because I fear rejection

A good lecture should yank you out of your self-important daydreams to where you are straining both to hear and understand as well as with your hand in the air to either comment or question.

Melting caramel
Running through rivers of chocolate
Legs like raw chicken
Power under slick skin
Cook it under my tongue's wet glance
I feast tonight!

split pants soup

I had to retire another pair of pants the other day. They were a faithful friend, free table found, until the final end. It was the jumping that did them in, ripped right down the back. They just weren't ready for indoor dodgeball at Airheads. This is the third pair, the first were my nice black capris when I tried to scale the swing set at NCF and they got stuck on a screw and ripped up the front. The second pair, I'm not sure what happened. I had hopped off my balcony to go to dodgeball and when I got to the tennis courts I looked down and noticed the huge gaping hole in the front, my reaction? Immediately start laughing, sit down and cover up the hole with my hands, while Nicole kept asking me what was wrong.

In three years of college I have split three pairs of pants, now that it is my fourth and last I have one more to go....

3 letter word
turns into four,
one vulgar
other of "awe."

I only define
what I do
in terms of
my feelings
literally based
on societal
conceptions,
a birth of words
pound the air.
Smack my lips
with chap stick
and thoughts
of the next time
I make **** to you.

Fila de palabras
monótono
monótono
monótono
Tono de sentimientos
que han caído
De la boca abierta
defina esa palabra
Por favor.

A sense of smell

Blanket of comfort
settles into your skin.
I want to slide it over me
Reveling in your smell of night.
Like a newfound childhood memory
I want to reminisce all day long.

Breathe deeply in your presence
Breathe deeply of your presence
Falling out of conscience
With you in my senses.

Best date ever!

http://www.airheadsusa.com/pinellas/dodgeball-teams-trampoline-arena

the joys of scootering

Florida can never compare to Washington when it comes to the joys of scootering. It's like comparing cross country skiing to the thrill of downhill. The slight danger that occupies scootering makes it even more desirable. I can't put into paragraph words how it feels to me so perhaps I may write a poem.

When you tell me to speak more and I finally have that urge and an urgency to speak my mind, it is then never my turn and my voice gets lost amidst the mefs.

Those who advocate for natural beauty only do so when that natural beauty coincides with their idealized image of natural beauty

Possible costume ideas

Bender: A little difficult to pull off 

Han Solo: As a statue, only need tinfoil and silver gloves and black clothes

Army man: green raincoat, green paint, hat, etc. 

Bert: funky looking

Sumo Wrestler

People have made certain specific assumptions about my habits and my body that have been incorrect and quite puzzling to me. Just because I go to New College and have health concerns doesn't mean I'm instantly vegetarian (as a cause). I guess this is more an attack on vegatarians/vegans though.

Lately, since school started, I've been caught up in a self-produced whirlwind of activity and I'm enjoying this feeling of satisfaction immensely.

For my baby

My heart's tether
teems with Twix;
fresh and sweet
you fill that fix.

I refuse to miss
the lengthening of your curls,
cooking beans,
couples quarrels.

Break an arm
I'll be your swing.
Tell me again
I'll try to use Bing.

Your shirt as my dress
I'll wait all alone
til clock strikes the hour
For you to come home.

I like how there are cookie crumbs in my mailbox