As we speak, er, I type, and perhaps as you read, but actually, by the time you read this, I’ll more than likely be done, unless you are reading this as I type, which would be creepy since I am definitely by myself, and no one is around, so you must be either an expert ninja, or a professional creeper…

Anyway, I’m putting together a compilation of my poems for a community poetry slam tomorrow night, July the 25th. I’ll be reciting one of my poems (not sure which one yet…any suggestions?), then insert a little plug for a table I’ll have set up, where I will have a binder containing my poems and a few short stories, an email sign-up sheet, some Oreos, a donation box, and a bottle of hand sanitizer, just to make it look better ). Those who would like all of my poems can, for a small donation, receive their very own binder (either black, blue, green or pink ). But I only have 20, so it’s until supplies last! For those who just like one or two, I’ll have individual copies. And in case they would rather have a virtual copy, or would like to receive any future poems, they can leave their email. And Oreos for all! I’m kinda nervous, but pretty stoked for this! Oh, and I’m calling my collection “Poetical Musings,” and each binder will come with a bunch of blank pieces of paper and a pencil so they can write down their own poetical musings!

I’ll let you guys know how it goes. Wish me luck!

*sigh*

Hey everyone. It’s good to be back. I apologize for the unannounced (and unwanted) hiatus, but the college life proved demanding.

But it’s summer, so I have a bit more free time.

Which is good, because with summer came…other things. Not so great things.

See, there’s this thing I do in the summer-a 2 week training at which we take classes on how to teach Vacation Bible School, as well as general stuff about working with kids. This was my fourth year there, and I was asked to be assistant dean of men. Then the kitchen needed help, so I ended up as dean of men. (Actually, my title changed 4 times! Long, stressful story) And another one of the staff was made my assistant. Problem: this was only his second year there. And he’s a douchebag. I would’ve been a million times better off without him. It was bad…

Anywho, when I get there, I’m given the list of the students coming, and I saw a name that literally filled me with dread. This name was one I was too familiar with; one I myself has written many times. It was the name of the girl I had fallen in love with for 2 and 1/2 years, who I hadn’t seen for 2 years. Never have I felt so strongly for anyone else. (Actually, the feelings I had inspired many posts, i.e. The Sound of Silence, Dear ______, The Sound of…, To Be A Cloud, and Sleepless Night.) And seeing that name scared me. I was afraid the feelings I had fought so hard to bury might come back; the scars might reopen. Even though I had promised a girl back at college I wouldn’t look at any other girl while I was gone, I hadn’t been prepared for this. I had already planned on never seing this person again. And now, I had to spend two weeks with her!

Luckily, my duties kept me busy, and although it was awkward, never did an ounce of what I had felt for her return.

But this post isn’t all roses and happiness. The other night, I was texting the girl from college (spoken of in these posts: What Luck, Saving Seats, and Page 88.), and she informed me that she thought it’d be best if we remain friends. She hopes to be finished by the end of next semester, and will be moving back to Texas afterwards, while I have 3 more years of college left. I told her if that’s what she believed was best, then that’s what we ought to do. I told her it has been amazing getting to know her better, and we decided we’d continue to talk as friends. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty bummed. I really like this girl. But I’ll get over it. Life goes on. And hopefully my return to Xanga will help life go a bit easier.

Anyway, have a good day! More blogs coming soon: I have catching up to do!