hoorj, tomorrow evening is my interview at Subway!!! (finally!) i am become Sandwich Artist!!! go me! maybe i'll start doing Sandwich Art on my own, doodles of sandwiches everywhere arrrrrrgggghhh....or i could start a comic strip about sandwiches, that might be cool. using food to convey my humorous observations would rock (maybe). i could do a comic strip about the contents of a fridge, maybe call it Fridge World or something...tell me if thats a good/bad idea, or how i could work on it...

hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here, bringing you another edition of Crappy Poetry Tuesday!!! today, we'll be exploring some of the poems that anna actually thought were good enough to deserve revising. *snicker*
we'll open with a short piece, from early in anna's poetry-writing years.

Cracks:
i had a dream
that i was looking in a broken mirror
and through the jagged, leering cracks [can cracks leer???]
i saw you smiling back at me

now we'll move on to a poem that anna thought was the shiznit for, like, ever, but its probly not all that good.

Ages:
a state of mental appeal, constantly plummeting
back to a time held in a clock that doesn't exist
captive in nowhere, nothingness shifts
blowing like saffron grains of sand upon my waxen face
i grow faded, yellowed, old
watching the years run free with the wind
wishing for security in such a hopeless place
divinity drinking from a golden cup, the soured wine
from purple grapes turned black with age
the crumbling soil seeded with little more than regrets
watered with tears long overdue, wept by the last of a tribe
tearful spaces in the earth
faded scars still stinging like the day they were inflicted
face down in clay, the earth smells green and brown with dirt
but buried to my neck i cry out
invisible vines closing in on my throat
the sun falls again for the last time
a glowing sliver dodging the horizon
and the sky and earth explode with light
one glorious moment of color and fire
a breath out of nowhere blows it out
restoring the many shades of gray
the world is dull again

and now anna's mom is yelling at her to get her ass in gear because she's leavig to go to Zack's house, so thats it for now.

you know what i just thought of...if you read this blog even occasionally, you must know about my longtime crush on Shirley Manson, the awesome, gorgeous and talented singer of the totally kickass band Garbage. well, remember Shirley's look back in, oh, say, 1997, when my crush started?

back then it was all about the eyeliner; Shirley was famous for her "raccoon-goth" eye makeup, as Spin magazine put it (i read the hell out of that issue, with Shirley on the cover...ay yi yi). and i remember going to the hair salon back then and wanting a haircut just like Shirley had (which unfortunately was impossible because my hair has always been to damn wavy and now its CURLING)...so i think its entirely possible that i adopted the eyeliner in an attempt to emulat Shirley...even though the first time i wore black eyeliner was in the eighth grade i think (before my short stint as a prep...ewwy, those khakis are GONE) and i had the haircut experience when i was in sixth or seventh grade...you never know. i mean, i don't do the goth thing anymore, but i don't like going out without my eyeliner (i will if i really don't have time or i'm sick or exhausted...if i don't get a chance to put it on before i go over to Zack's he asks me to put on my eye makeup when i get there because he doesn't recognize me without it...honestly i don't recognize myself with it either). so maybe thats why i keep the eyeliner...because subconsciously i still wish i could look like Shirley. you know, i'd be a pretty good candidate for tattooed makeup. not that i want a needle anywhere near my eyes...i don't even know if it would be cheaper for me to get the eyeliner tattooed on, seeing as how i only buy Wet n Wild eyeliner (cuz its a buck, works well and isn't tested on bunnies or other cuddly critters) and i only have to buy it a few times a year, so even if i bought a new pencil every month it would still just be $12 a year, and the procedure for a makeup tattoo is probly a whole hell of a lot of money i don't have. plus like i said, i'd rather not have any needles around my eyes. i can deal with needles all right, but not my eyeball being pierced and all the fluid gushing out down my face. no thanks.