worthment

I do not wish to measure time. I don't want to think about being productive, because that's relative right? Ah, I am only making excuses to not pick up my room. I state the case that I do not have enough strength to pick up my room anyway, for the act of lifting up an entire room by the floorboards might put too much strain on this fragile back. Language is a funny thing. In the meanwhile, I have managed to accomplish other things. Are these accomplishments great? Well, that all depends on how much you value a suspended room in the first place. Like I said, productivity is relative. Or rather, subjective. Objective? I can never get those meanings straight. Or narrow.Yet again, language is a funny thing. So back to putting eternity back into it's little pieces- all I have managed to do today is sleep, finish all of Gilmore Girls, digest some food, and make mostly useless chatter with friends about tentative and most unlikely plans. Simply indubitable. I like that last sentence, small and delicious, such as the look on my face when withholding a sneeze. Preposterous. To whom it may concern, I'm a fan of the lemon packets. I do not wish to attend lecture sessions at all, ever again, unless taught by Tim Burton. Tomorrow's weather forecast is partly moony with a chance of sprinkler systems going off at inopportune moments. Your perfume smells like grass. Have a moist day, Darth Vader.

Never again....

Texting texting textingggggg is what I'm actually doing right now. Blog from the iPhone! Hopefully a funny autocorrect ends up in here somewhere (; sorry this was late; I was busy at a Super Bowl party on Sunday!! I was ecstatic when the Fishes beat the Parrots!! Oh that was Animal Planet? Whatever.

At this moment I am sitting in a library; done with homework, listening to an obnoxious copy machine, waiting for class, and really just having one of those "I don't know what to do with my life right now" moments. Love those right? Tonight on the agenda is yodeling at trees, putting applesauce in my hair, and spreading disease! Actually I'm just gonna go get a facial and do some homework. BUT at 9:00 tonight is the kick off show of my new radio show Behind the Smile with my co-host Victoria Sparkman. wbju.home.bju.edu is the link to listen over your computer (: might not work with a Mac though /:

POEM TIME
I'm sitting on a bench
I don't like learning French
Around the house of mine
I can't find Kyle Cline.
I do not know why Kyle
Is in this poem at all.
But it rhymed with "mine"
And this is spring, not fall.
I just thought that you should know
Nothing makes any sense, oh no.
The meter in this line is lame
And Francis isn't my name. Either.