Seventeen syllables, No. 39

The house is on fire--
And Santa and the reindeer
Dance upon the flames.

Seventeen syllables, No. 38

Dark wind carries an
Electric guitar wail while
Crickets sing backup.

Seventeen syllables, No. 37

Stalking footfalls crush
Leaves underfoot. Who is it?
Oh, it's only fire.

Straightedge

I don't consider not being an alcoholically-inclined party animal a bad thing.

Today a whole cadre of my comrades from the old Collective got together for the birthday of the Fabulous One. An impressive array of us was in attendance, including some people I was surprised to see there. Naturally, Freshwater masterminded the beverages (as is the custom of Stud Life and hereafter) and a majority of them were alcoholic. I showed my face, joined in the laughing loudness for a short time, and then Jesse, Gogo, and I headed for Kmart.

Sure, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to imbibe on the level that my friends do. But I guess I enjoy driving around much much more. ^_^

One of the tutors at the Stairwell is taking a two-week leave, which means I am looking good to replace him for his hours on Saturdays. If I take them all, that'd be eight more hours of work (and pay) I can get. But now I come upon a conflict that I never thought would ever happen--my work conflicting with my school. You see, I signed up to present during the Language Arts Conference next Saturday, and yet only an hour later I would have to go to the Stairwell to do my replacement shift.

At least I have a week to agonize over it. My growing pile of homework has to be done immediately. ^_^

Thanks for reading, and see you later.

Song in my head: Michael Buble, "Home".

P.S. I hope you would get to see this to fruition--I am posting this message from my shiny new Windows Live Writer gadget. OK, here goes nothing...

All-nighter

Yesterday, I pulled off an all-nighter. I shouldn't have, because I ended up needing all that sleep this afternoon! ^_^ You may know how much time you use sometimes, but you never know exactly which minutes are going to be used up!

Song in my head: Kalapana, "Naturally".