Stress

Why are there so many people succumbing to stress and leaving school? I can't handle it - the stress or the departures. I had two breakdowns this weekend. Maybe it has something to do with the weather. I feel like it needs to just snow. That way we can all be washed clean of the stress. That will also help remind us that school is almost over. Just two more weeks and we're home free. This was not the best semester. Hopefully next semester will be better. I'll be in the city a lot and the change of environment will be a breath of fresh air (figuratively, certainly not literally). Getting off campus will be really nice. It's only too bad I couldn't study abroad. That would've been delightful.

A New Bestiary Entry for the Guide to the Gus and Margie Hart Dining Hall

Lingerer [neverus canleavicus]: This observer has noticed that a peculiar sub-group has emerged from every main species - the Lingerer. These creatures have developed from a desire to be both part of the herd and separate from it. Every group from the Sorority Girls to the Theater Geeks to the Weirdos and Loners has a smattering of these individuals. They seem to be trapped in some kind of limbo - being members of both their main group and this sordid sub-group - trying to break free of one and be a full member of the other. But which group they want to abandon is a mystery.

My Issues with 2012

First of all, how is John Cusack the luckiest man alive? Somehow he magically escapes every single time an earthquake creates a giant chasm in the ground? Is that even possible? How does he crawl out of the earth after the giant fireball explodes in Yellowstone? That doesn't even make sense. And why didn't he just take all the damn maps and search through them in the airplane instead of trying to figure out which one Woody Harrelson told him about which was really just a picture of China? How brutal was it to watch John and Amanda take a minute to make love right before John had to go into the gears of the giant ark? Really brutal. Especially since Tamara magically died even though her compartment should have filled up after the one holding Auntie An Mei from The Joy Luck Club and Amanda Peet. How did John Cusack get enough strength to pull a drill out of the gears of the ark? Shouldn't the gears have crushed the drill? That didn't make sense.

Interestingly, the cracks only miraculously missed our heroes and no animals or children were shown dying in the movie. But then, there would have been an uproar about animal or child cruelty as everyone is always concerned for their well-being. But we love watching hot chicks die in movies.

On a more environmental writing note, it was nice to see that the movie ended with what would realistically happen - the oceans would recede and land would surface again. It wouldn't have made sense for the oceans to stay overflowing since there is only so much water. It's not overflowing, it's just displaced.

All in all the special effects were decent, the action sequences were ridiculous, the luck of the pointless protagonist was ridiculous and the acting and writing were terrible.

The only realistic parts about the movie were the amount of destruction, Oliver Platt's corruption (but in truth, realistic agenda), and the fact that the government would take priceless artifacts and rich people over old so-and-so living by himself down the street with his 6 cats.

P.S. Who was surprised the little dog survived? I hope no one, because of course it was going to.

It's Been a Few Days

"About a Tree"
-in the style of William Carlos Williams

There stood the oak
tall and brown.
Its thousands of green leaves
cascaded around it.

Many acorns
fell to the ground.

Today's Temperature

46°F

getting closer.

only 39 more days, well, 38 'til christmas eve.

Bland

Awake at 6 -
grey

Awake at 11 -
grey

That weird part of
Fall
when from
Autumn
the season wants to change to
Winter.

Walk out the
Door
my eye glossy like a dirty
Window
stop and lean against the
Wall
outside my building.

Nothing changes;
nothing stays.
Exhausted of seeing naked trees,
no green leaves,
no white clothes.

In bed at 11 -
black

Asleep at 2 -
black

Warm Winter?

I am in the process of making my bulletin board for my building. It's about snowmen. Little happy snowmen with their carrot noses, coal buttons and top hats. Delightful. But one of my friends, who shall remain nameless - fine, I won't use last names, Talia S. - said we're not going to have snow. We're going to have a "warm winter." I won't have it, I simply won't have it. I need the snow, the beautiful white to cover the grass, to blanket the lawn. It's my favorite of all the seasons, sitting next to an orange fire with a mug of hot chocolate with a few iceberg marshmallows skimming the surface. I haven't sat next to a fireplace, mesmorized by the flames in quite some time. I resolve to do so this season. I do so hope to have snow. I want to go sledding and sit by my window to watch the flakes float to the ground on Christmas Eve. Who wouldn't want that? Last year I spent Christmas with my family and then drove to Florida to visit my aunt. I was blessed with more family than ever and both poles of seasons - winter and summer all in a week. Delightful. I won't be going there this year, but I can still reminisce, can't I? I wonder what this Christmas will be like, but I think I will drink it in more than ever before. I don't know when I'll have my family together like this again. Who ever really knows.