Quick Update on Life

A lot has been happening so far and writing has had to take a back seat. School is tough and grueling as this is my final semester at GPC. I am still trying to manage my time a lot more efficiently than before. I’m good at time management but I really had to stop and relax for a few days this month. Atlanta did have two of its snow storms and I was lucky enough to have been home for both occurrences. I stayed inside for the most part and I must say that I am anxious for spring to come by already. I’ve been suffering from a reoccurring cold and I’ve had to miss a few classes.

School

I really like my classes. I think they are challenging and even though I could have tackled them much much sooner, I am glad that I actually have to work for it. This is my last semester at GPC before graduating. I am taking Physical Geology (both lab course and lecture), Acting 1, and Aesthetic Experience of Western Cultures 1. My aesthetics course (or humanities) is with a professor I have taken two other classes with in the past. He grades fairly and because he is an English professor, I know that if I got a 98 on a paper then I really deserved it. That professor challenges me to do better when it comes to writing. My professor for physical geology is quirky but I think she is great. She is always cracking jokes in class but she really knows her stuff and how to explain it to us non-geology major folk as well. Last but not least, my acting professor is actually a professional actor. He seemed intimidating at first because he’s pretty good at what he does. There are several other “theater” majors in my class and I really wish I could act. I am probably terrible at it but I am trying my best. It’s bizarre that I can write scripts and screenplays yet I cannot convey those emotions. Perhaps, that is why I need other people to do so for me, you know, act out what I cannot convey or feel. We have monologues due in a few weeks and I really need to catch up with the rest of class. My monologue will be from The Effect of Gamma Rays on Main-in-the-Moon Marigolds by Paul Zindel. When my professor first handed me this play today, I thought of the sci-fi writer who has the same name. I love his books and I had no idea that he wrote plays as well. Great stuff (as my professor would say). But, before this monologue presentation, my next assignment is to observe an animal and write about it so come Thursday, we will be embodying the character of our studied animals. I will be studying my readily-available cats, of course.

Work

It wasn’t until after the first week of class that I realized that I had no break between school and work. I go to school from Monday to Thursday and I work Friday to Sunday. You see, no break in between. I feel like it will wear me out in the long run but that is okay because it’s only for a few months. I can run as long as it’s not a marathon. Work seems to be eating away at my soul. I find myself saying that more and more often and I realize that I can only stay here for so long before I completely morph into someone I would personally dislike. There are a lot of people out there who should use their brains and should have common sense but you would be surprised. Maybe I really do have a writer’s disposition and that this type of work and stimulation is not suitable for me. I can feel my mind ache for me to get away, reflect and write. I thought work would help me to find inspiration with all the people I meet and talk to but I honestly haven’t written anything. For me, it’s one thing or the other. People weren’t meant to multitask.

Notable, Social, and etc. 

I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day. I worked the first half of mine before heading off to find something to eat. I got my flowers and chocolate, the typical things one would get on Valentine’s. I was just so tired from working that I didn’t really pay much attention to things that day. We did go shopping at Michael Kors the day after and I was a very happy person. It was quite spontaneous and I was surprised that it happened. I did need a new handbag and it’s nice when your partner pays attention to things like that. I have purchased a few new cosmetic items and I can’t wait to review them and share them with you all. I got the Chocolate Bar palette from Too Faced, the Olive Fruit Oil Shampoo and Conditioner, and I got a new lip lacquer from Bite. I’m really trying to get it together. I know the blog has been hurting for a while but you know how I feel about school. My birthday is in three days. I have to work the morning to mid-afternoon that day but it’s one day I won’t mind kicking back and relaxing for an extended amount of time. I’ll try to write again this weekend.

Poetry!

For all of you who don’t know me too well, I am an avid writer and reader. I love writing fiction but poetry is something I’ve resorted to when I just need to get all of my emotions out. I try not to share my poetry because I’ve found that it depresses people (too emotionally-driven, perhaps lol?) and the fact that I hate reciting poetry. I simply wish to share and have you all read and ponder. I’ve written poetry since … well, since forever really. I’ve thought about having them professionally published as I already have volumes of poems that are ready for print. At times, I must question if it’s really worth it (my poetry, I mean). I’ll try to post more and more poetry. I honestly need to get back into blogging. I’ve been extremely busy with classes but hopefully I make it out of this period alive!

I wish to share so here is one of the poems I’ve written within the year. I wrote it after I read an article about a school that was pillaged and torched because of the religious differences that existed in the area at the time. I closed my eyes and I imagined what it would’ve been like to have been there. I would like to expand on this poem and all of my poems need revision (because I rarely revise). This one is called, “Like Death During a Fire”. 

Like Death During a Fire

She didn’t dare stir
until footsteps fell no more.
To inhale each breath
seared her lungs like
a bloody steak at the spit, bloody
like the street she lie on.

A servant of God,
she prayed, her lips unmoving,
fearing the earth
below would swallow her
from the inside out.

Screams echoed,
leeching away at her psyche
as the last wall of the school fell
across the street, the last
of the fallen flags.
The smoking flames
scorched her soul,
hellfire in the name of discord.

Half breaths taken at most,
eyes retired bringing
about a Juliet sleep
to survive,
to see a tomorrow.

Also, all of my work is copyrighted. ;) I hope to post more articles in general. I have been working on some great articles on the Atlanta nightlife subcultures that we may or may not be aware of (or at least fully comprehend). It’ll take some time but I know you’ll love it. Take care and happy reading.