Song

When I am dead, my dearest,
      Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
      Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
      With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
      And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
      I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
      Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
      That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
      And haply may forget.

            -- Christina Rosetti

sara

I've been making quite a few trips to Aurora lately, and every time, I pass by the turn into Sara's old neighborhood. It's been odd, because I just bought a Death Cab for Cutie CD - which reminds me of her, because she was the one who introduced me to Postal Service. And through pure coincidence today, while surfing the net, I came across a profile of her sister, on CouchSurfing.com. Ah well. It's just interesting, because I don't regard her as one of the people I knew very well back in high school, but looking back, I did hang out with her a lot in the summer before college started.

Sometimes you just have to talk about the inconsequential things, when life starts to get overwhelming.

I <3 you, Nikki.

yay for improv

The previous post was an outline of a story written by my dad about 12 years ago. My mom was working on illustrations for it. I think they should publish it. It would be a hit.

I invite you to an exciting evening of improv comedy on June 23:


Clicking that will add the event to your google calendar, if you have one. I don't know what it will do if you don't have one.

For those of you who are scared of the nice, pretty button, I shall tell you a bit about the event in question.

My dad's going to be in an On The Spot show on June 23. It's improv, at the Bovine Metropolis in downtown Denver. The Bovine's website: here. There's an 8:00 show and a 10:15 show. Tickets are $16 for 8:00, $10 for 10:15, if you pay for the 8:00 you can stay for the 10:15 for free. Hooray! The Bovine is located downtown in a cow spotted building on Champa Street, between 15th and 16th. It's right next to the 16th street mall. You know, because 15 is one away from 16. For those who like maps, try this one. Booyah.

Anyway, you should go. Yes, you. Well, maybe not you. And certainly not you.

Jessa and the Meatballs

Jessa is having dinner with her parents. they finish. she isn't. she hasn't eaten anyof them. mom says she can't leave the table until they're all gone. Jessa says they're bad. mom says you haven't even tried them yet. Parents leave, telling her she has to finish them before she's done.

meatballs say pssst after parents leave. offer her wishes if she'll help them escape. meatballs are obviously lying. We'll grant you a wish. Did I say a wish, I meant three wishes. Why, we'll each grant you three wishes. How about a pony? You want a pony? It's your's. Two ponies if you want. Heck, you can have a whole stable of em. "I like dolls" Dolls, why didn't you say so? Dolls are what we do best. Consider it done.

Got a slingshot? I'll go. Jessa loaded the meatball onto the slingshot. The other meatballs watched in anticipation. "Which way?", asked Jessa. "I'd say north", said the meatball. "I'm swedish, you know". Jessa aimed north. She pulled back the slingshot. "Here goes". Jessa let go. Off went the meatball. "Weeeeeeee", said the meatball. "Splat", said the building. The meatballs watched. "Not good." "I liked the WEEEEEEE part". "It's too cold up north". "If meatballs were meant to fly, they'd have wings".

"Got a potty?" Jessa took them to the bathroom upstairs. "Drop me in", said one. she dropped him in. "Here goes", she said. she flushed the potty. "So long", said the meatball. "Whoosh, glug, glug", said the potty. The other meatballs watched. "That would make me dizzy". "Looks cold". "I prefer the mountains to the beaches".

"I could mail you somewhere", said Jessa. "Great", replied the meatballs. Jessa went to her mother's desk and found an envelope. It had a window in the front that she thought the meatballs would enjoy."I've a cousin living in Italy", said the meatball. Jessa wrote "Itally" on the envelope. "How many stamps?", asked Jessa. "It's pretty far", said one. "How many stamps you got?" "20". "Better use em all". Jessa put the meatball in. "Arividerci", said the meatball. Jessa licked the envelope. She closed it. She pressed down hard to seal it. "Smoosh", said the meatball. The others watched. "Looks kinda flat". "I think I'd rather stay in this area". "Who wants to learn a foreign language anyway".

Jessa rolls them int othe street. They roll. They stop. "Hey, I'm not moving", yells the meatball. "Roll me again", says the other meatball. "Vroom", says the car coming down the street. "Smash", say the two meatballs. The others watched.

last one. Jessa says she wants her wish. meatball is mean. I never said anything about wishes. he lies. what are you gonna do about it? she scowls at him. he scowls at her. she gets a look on her face indicating she has an idea. he figures it out. "no wait, let's talk this over, ...". she eats him.

goes back in house. walks into living room. mom asks if she finished all the meatballs. she says yes. mom asks how they were. jessa says terrible, awful, bad.

they tasted pretty good though.

oh, go buy a kanji dictionary

See my l33t kanji game:

Kanjiflies!

It will be updated soon. Very soon. Muahahaha!

I have finished my final paper, self-evaluation, script for the oral exam, and description of extra project(s) (I did three).

Booyah!

Now, to bed, so that I can wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the wonderful hour of 6 o'clock! Maybe if I set one alarm for 6:00 and the other for 6:30, I'll manage to drag myself out of bed in time to get to the 7:30 exam. Wheeee!