Today was the day of my graduation ceremony. I missed it. One hazard of going to university in another country.
Tag: poem
Forget Home
It’s easier to forget that I have another life on the other side of the ocean than to admit I’ve been neglecting that life. I’ve spoken more french over the last year than I have spoken to my mom at all. It’s only now, with a week of classes left to my entire university experience that I’m being forced to see how much damage I’ve done to my home life.
Traits
Some Poetry #2
I don’t actually write poems very often. In my first year I had a poetry class that I had to do a bunch for and I’ve been dropping them here and there since I first started this blog, so it seems like I write more than I do. This time, however, I have some poems that were not written for a class, but they just came into my head while I was within arms length of some paper and a pen. They weren’t written recently, but more recently than most of the ones I post usually are. Hope you like them.
What You Think
You may notice a couple of things that are new. Firstly, there is a countdown on the right side of my blog. It shows how many days are left before this blog is a year old. Crazy, isn’t it? I’ve had this blog for almost a full year!
Paris Day 8: A Vacation
We climbed 387 steps to the top of Notre Dame, and that was only to the top. The view was killer.
(#16) Weeklies
Okay, so these are quickly turning into Bi-Weeklies, but you know what? I really don’t think anyone cares. I don’t. Let’s continue, shall we?
Food: Salad. I often underestimate the deliciousness of salads, but I had a couple of good ones this past week, and have found a new appreciation for them.
TV Show: Chuck. An excellent story with well-developed, likeable characters. My favourite show used to be Psych, and I’ve been searching for a successor since the show ended. Psych was a dramedy about a fake psychic who solved crimes. Through some Googling, I found out about Chuck, a dramedy about a fake spy who caught bad guys. The crown fits, and I can’t say it’s any better or worse than Psych. What I know is it’s good. Hell, it’s awesome.
Book: The Book Thief. I finally finished it, and reviewed it here, if you’re interested.
Music: Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys. I know it’s a bit outdated, but it doesn’t matter because I can’t imagine ever falling out of love with this song.
Website: Tumblr. How could I live in this empty flat for an entire spring break without it? It’s the ultimate time-waster.
Wow. That was pathetic. You know what? I owe you guys more than that. Here’s a haiku I wrote last year:
Luck
My dreams are happening to
Someone else right now
Lucky fucking piece of shit
By Ivy Miller
Hope you guys have a good weekend!
The Shield
I was going to do a recipe today but I’ve never poached an egg before and I messed up so here’s a poem:
