I have some fun plans for this weekend.
Tonight I'm going to go to the SUU production of "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown."  I went last week, and really enjoyed it.  I can't wait to see it again.
Tomorrow, Saturday, I'm going to go to the gymnastics meet.  Really looking forward to it.
I was going to go to a Superbowl party on Sunday, but that...didn't work out.  Probably for the best.  It will allow me to get caught up and ahead on some homework.
It's a good thing I have some fun planned, because I've been a little depressed the last two days, and this will help.
I think.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
New Poem!
Others will be coming soon.  I think.  I just wanted to post this one real quick-like.  It was a fun poem to dream up.  
Gastronomic Tour
I start in Sunnydale, California where I need
to stay in at night, but
I support the local school by buying some fund-raiser chocolate, then
I'm off to Seattle, Washington where I break
my fast eating waffles in Der Waffle House.
I stop for a whiskey in Deadwood, South Dakota,
but the unruly atmosphere quickly
sends me on to Ottumwa, Iowa, where I accept
a Grape Nehi from a young man
who knows what I want, almost before I do.
Food and drink aren't allowed in
the Smithsonian in Washington, D.C., but
they're hardly needed, as drinking
the history contained within sates my thirsts.
In New York, I buy a Cosmopolitan
for an attractive woman I meet.
I end up in Crabapple Cove, Maine, drinking
a martini so dry,
it blows away on the wind.
-end poem-
So, what do you think? I like it.
Gastronomic Tour
I start in Sunnydale, California where I need
to stay in at night, but
I support the local school by buying some fund-raiser chocolate, then
I'm off to Seattle, Washington where I break
my fast eating waffles in Der Waffle House.
I stop for a whiskey in Deadwood, South Dakota,
but the unruly atmosphere quickly
sends me on to Ottumwa, Iowa, where I accept
a Grape Nehi from a young man
who knows what I want, almost before I do.
Food and drink aren't allowed in
the Smithsonian in Washington, D.C., but
they're hardly needed, as drinking
the history contained within sates my thirsts.
In New York, I buy a Cosmopolitan
for an attractive woman I meet.
I end up in Crabapple Cove, Maine, drinking
a martini so dry,
it blows away on the wind.
-end poem-
So, what do you think? I like it.
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