Growing Pink

My pink polka-dotted plant is doing so well! It even had 2 small flowers, spring is almost here!

On another note, I've been at Starbucks for about 3 weeks now. I like it so far, but I'm still just beginning in my training.

I now have a work out buddy, so will definitely do at least 3x a week. Since I'm adjusted to the work scene now, I'm going to try to shoot for at least 4x a week starting next week.

My birthday is in a month! Yay! Hm... what should I do???

Oh, got laundry done today. Such a nice feeling to have clean clothes.

Btw, should be back in Texas from April 6-12 ideally.

I have officially decided to self-publish my book first. I'm still deciding on a title though. It'll be between Spinning Plaid, Attn:, and The Peak of Entropy

Plans for Poetry Video

Oh and on another note, I went to Chatroulette and talked to this Australian guy for like 30 min. It was pretty cool.

Well, I believe that's it for now :)

Like A Boss

I feel like I have my own private office. I'm in the library at 2:18 a.m. and almost no one is here, so I'm at the very very end In one of these cubicle-things that has a door and everything that's usually used for groups. I have my music playing, and everything just sprawled out on the table. I'm using the chairs like a lounger and all that as well. Yeah, I could get used to this. Anyway... can't get to sleep, and I have work at 8 a.m. tomorrow, so I'll probably stay here til like 4 a.m. max. I'm also trying to be constructive an write poetry, or try to get through a bit of literary theory or a Dawkin's book I brought with me. I think I'm in a writing rut. I'm writing about the same thing basically. It manifests itself in different ways, with slightly different tones, but they're practically about the same thing. I think I might consolidate these into one ginormous poem, but I don't know if that will defeat the purpose of what they actually represent or not. Hm... So... yeah... just wanted to report in a bit since I'm just kinda fiddling the night away.

The Week Before Christmas

Ok, so I was opening one morning, and some verses just came to me throughout the day. So here it is: the finished poem.

It was Christmas week and all through the store,
all the animals were stirring, the mice and more.
The groomers woke up with a tear of sorrow
knowing that 40 dogs would be coming tomorrow

Dogs, dogs, and dogs galore!
A Great Pyranese added to the chore,
as the boarders settled in all nice and merry,
the workers themselves were tired but wary,
all the water, food, and shelter set,
with demands from Angella to be met

There was still shopping to do and family to please,
enough to make you fall on your knees.
However Christmas finally came about,
"Happy Birthday Jesus!" was said throughout
and all the workers texted without a call,
Merry Christmas and Good Tidings to all!