Oh, write me a song
It need not be long
Don’t get me wrong
I just want your song
Write about a starry, starry night
With a moon so big and bright
And pay homage with all you write
You’re not original, just bright
I can’t write one myself
It would be good exercise
For my brain, I would surmise
But stuffed is my room and shelf
There's a report card on the floor
That's been there since ‘94
Do you know what I got in mathematics?
I failed some, passed on try six
Some people think my rhymes are simple
But this is eloquence without a dimple
I’d like to see you try to finish
A whole song in just five minutes
While you’re doing that
I’ll get my shirts off the mat
I’ll hang them on the rack
And then I’ll come back
And I’ll say, “Are you done yet?”
Impatient I let myself get
All in all,
I’m really just too lazy
And my mind’s really hazy
And to sleep I fall
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I put in my three-week's notice Friday night. My supervisor gave me some encouraging words, though she did lament my departure. In a way, I do as well – not only was she one of the most wonderful, beautiful (inside and out), amazing people I’ve ever worked with, but the job’s really not that bad, and I’ll be hard-pressed to make $10/hr. to start at my next job. I’m also going to feel a sense of emptiness – I can feel it coming on already!
Looking a little further ahead, it's going to be a huge adjustment to go back to school after two years away. In some ways, it will be a regression. In other ways, it will be an opportunity to do things I’ve never done before, or at least to perform academically in a way I haven’t before at this level. I’ve been intellectually lazy lately, and I need a bit of a kick in the pants. Or I just need to work in a library. (And I definitely won’t start at $10 there, but them’s the breaks.)
Call me naïve, for I am. I don’t really have too concrete an idea of where I’m going, but I’m not worried as much as I used to be about ending up a nothing. There’s more opportunity out there than I let myself see. I live firmly within my limits, too apathetic to even nudge at the boundaries. I’ll need to do something about that. This year should be interesting.
Also, at some point I need to actually do something with the 5GB of photos I took in Ukraine. And the couple of gigs I took after that. I think I’m going to try to squeeze it in over in PEI, because the availability of a modern computer will make the job go a lot quicker. I did make a half-hearted attempt at starting it a month or two ago, but I didn’t get past resizing the photos in batches, and I wasn’t happy with the results.
I’ve been really good at not pining – really, I have – but I need to find something else to fit into that slot. I don’t think atrocious poetry is going to work. Cleaning out Paul’s van may – I really need to do that sometime. Peace out.