Committing Random Acts of Poetry

So, I was unaware until yesterday that April is National Poetry Month. In honor of this specialness, many of the English majors have been Commiting Random Acts of Poetry, a.k.a. CRAP. Overheard: "Hey, I crapped in your class and you weren't there to see it!" Bunches of English kids have been carrying around volumes of poetry, because one never knows when one will be able to CRAP. Brittany crapped in the bistro yesterday while we were selling literary quote fortune cookies for Preterite. Brenna told us that she was asked to crap at a faculty meeting, and President Blaney even asked her to crap a second time, once she finished. Amanda crapped for me at the Preterite table. I'd like to do my part, so I'm going to crap under the cut for all of you:

Victoria's Secret
by Billy Collins

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I hope you will all take time to crap, and because April is almost over, do it soon! And, hey, do it often.

blood blood blood

Carly had an appointment at 11am to give blood in the gym, and since they were taking walk-ins, I decided to go with her. Last time, she didn't weigh enough and my iron was too low. Fabulously, today, she weighed one more pound than the minimum and for once in my life, my iron, pulse, and temperature were sufficient for me to donate. As they were puttin' me in a chair, Carly was just about to get jabbed. We were in chairs next to each other, makin' jokes and gigglin'. They poked her and damn, that girl is bloodtastic! She filled the bag in 9 minutes and then got up and nearly jogged over to the cookie table. I, on the other hand, bled more slowly and JUST before I filled the bag, this gigantic wave of tingly wooziness and nasuea hit me. Like, a tsunami of grossness.

I whimpered, "I don't feel good," and suddenly I was being tipped back and ice packs were being plopped onto my forehead and neck. They were asking if I was okay, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes, but I was instructed to keep them open. They took the needle out and I asked if it was enough. Nope. I was ONE minute from filling the bag, but because I reacted when I did, they can't actually use it. Wasted blood. ::sigh::

After 10 minutes of staring poutily at the ceiling while dwelling on my failure and not being able to sip my iced tea, I was pretty upset. Carly is a blood hero, and I SUCK at giving blood. I'm a blood loser. Meh. They tipped me up after a while and checked my blood pressure 15,000 times before sending me to mope dejectedly at the cookie table. I ate Nutter Butters and cursed my stupidity in not eating breakfast.

Stupid blood.

But NEXT time... I'll succeed. I'll show my stupid blood who is boss.

all red and gold and green

The other day, there was a big warm slice of sunshine crashing through my window, and I took some pictures in it. Lots under the cut... sorry to dial-up users... it may take a while to load. Just millions of pixels of cam-whoring goodness(badness?).



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I may CRAP in the next entry. If that sentence disturbs you, go back two entries.