Okay so I literally had to RIP myself away from this book in the bookstore today. Actually , it is not that unusual for I often end up buying books when I am supposed to be saving money, but this time I was really good. It was hard though, people. I was in Border's all happy and pleased with myself for finishing finals and, I believe, doing pretty good on them. So I bought myself some Jamba Juice and settled in with a book that looked right up my alley called: Love is a Mix Tape. Before I knew what the hell had happened i was on the floor in the Music Journalism Isle with my shoes off and just lounging there reading this AMAZING book. Then I thought, I shall go downstairs and buy this book... RIGHT NOW! But I didnt for I am saving up for an iPod, the big kind that fit like a million songs or something. It was so harrrrrd. For I am a big spenda even though I have LITTLE money, so you can see my dilemma. All I know is that I am still thinking about this book and how much I want to go and get it and bring it home and finish it, for I had to get home and it was getting late. So, Dearest mummy's of them all, if you are reading this, I would just like to say that if you are feeling in a particularly giving mood and just happen to be in a bookstore of sorts, your eldest daughter who loves you more than anything in the whole wide world of worlds, is just putting out there that this is a read she would enjoy greatly :) Tehehehe.... subtle, eh?

In other news, here are two little dilly's I wrote today while I was outside of my classroom and waiting for my next final, let me know what you think:

The wicked never truly sleep. For 'tis then their dreams haunt them. the ghoulish shadows, the whispers, chants and screams of their foul deeds never give them rest. They toss and turn, sweating and clutching for the light they have discarded. Then the sun does rise, but the shadows linger and the memories haunt them, plaguing their eyes with dark circles, the knots in their backs and shoulders, the twitch of their hands, their breath ragged and forgotten. These are the haunting of the wicked, for they truly never sleep.

(I wrote this one.... I don't know why, I just thought it was interesting. I thought of the first line and then went from there. I swear I am not pissed at anoyone at the moment or anything... LOL )

Here is the second one I wrote:

The coffee stains his white collered shirt as it singes his skin and yellows his teeth. He drops his cigarette and curses as the group of 1st graders toddle by on a field trip, laughing at the man shouting at the fallen liquid, but then fall silent at their parents' disapproving and slightly scared glances. He goes inside to get napkins and another coffee. 

(This one is kind of an imaginary observation, if you will. I have a lot of those for some reason, and this one I found hilarious in my mind.....)

Niether of these are poetic in anyway, but they were just little scribblings from my absent mind and I thought I would share them with you all (All three of you :)

Let me know what you think! Have a great rest of the week!