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Blue
02/02/2006 05:11 a.m.
I've been rather blue in more ways than one recently. At first I was just rather lonely, typical kind of emotion. Later I was upset because none of my poetry made it into an on-campus magazine.

I submitted "Desensitization" and they rejected it because of the last line. "Disturbance" was rejected because the central theme was "realized but not conveyed to the audience." "Take a Breath" was rejected because the language was too flowery, and it's one of the least flowery of the ones I sent in. They also said the first two stanzas were the best, which have the most flowery language.

The best one they rejected had the dumbest reason. "Transparent Hypocrisy" was rejected because the reader felt attacked when reading it. And the only reason people feel attacked when reading a poem is when they disagree with what is being said. The attack is purposeful to make other people listen to what you say. The people that agree with you go "Yes! Attack them!" They don't feel attacked themselves.

So I'm thinking "Wonderful, I wanted to be on staff with a bunch of racists who think it's perfectly fine to beat up a person because they're skin colour is different."

The other way I was blue is very odd. I have severe issues with my shoulders being really weak and painful somedays. Today, however, my left arm hurt really badly. Later in the the day I looked down at my hand, and noticed it looked a bit weird. So I put it next to my other hand and noticed a severe colour difference. My hand was -blue-which I didn't think was a very good thing. My friend somehow fixed it, but it was still rather freaky.
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack

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Grr.
12/10/2005 07:52 p.m.
ARRRGH. Why the hell doesn't this site say "Are you sure you want to delete these?" Because I just deleted lots of my poetry and their nice comments ;.; when I tried to move them to a different section. Damn it, damn it, damn it. And I did the same thing in instant messages except I deleted -all- of them. Now I'm annoyed.
I am currently Angry
I am listening to -.-

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Poetry Slam
11/12/2005 07:16 a.m.
I went to the Artisan, a coffee shop/gallery type place, because my friend Krysten was reading a few nights ago, at a poetry slam. So I decided it would be much better for me to get -out- of my room and do something since I hadn't left my room since 11:00 am, except to get a movie from my friend Jamie.

I took my new poem with me (Transparent Hypocisy), so I could attempt to edit it, and Krysten got ahold of it and tried to make me read it. "Kim. This is amazing. You have to read it." I called her crazy, said I couldn't. "Grr! Kim! Seriously, you have an amazing voice, you have so much to say, just read it!" After bout five minutes of her persuading me, Jamie grabbed my poem and started reading it, while Krysten dragged me to the sign up sheet.

When I returned Jamie asked if I signed up, which actually -Krysten- signed me up. Jamie said "Good. If she didn't I was going to drag you over there and make you sign it." And I was the first one to go up @.@.

I shook pretty badly. My voice shook, too, but I think that helped me in the end when it was getting really emotional. I couldn't actually understand the words I was speaking because I was so scared. And then we get scores from the audience. My highest was a 9.8, and my lowest was a 6.8, I think. Krysten read after me, she reads -very- differently than I do. And much better than I do.

So we waited for everyone to go, and then they announced the three finalists and they read another poem. Krysten, of course, made it. Then another girl, and to my surprise after the other lady he said "and...our final person is... Kim." And my table cheered, and I said "What?!" Very crazy. What's bad is that I only brought one poem. So I had to ask a girl to use her laptop to get another poem off of here of mine, and I copied it into my notebook I had with me. Bad mistake, I should have brought the laptop up there with me, as the girl suggested.

I could remember bits of the poem from memory so I tried writing it down first, but I needed an actual version. And I could most if written down, except I forgot two lines in the middle. So while I was reading, after Krysten this time, I got to a part, where I knew the next words, and I started saying them, but it wasn't what was written on the paper so I was silent for a few seconds before I started reading again. And I had more confidence the second time, I actually looked up at the audience a few times, but when I messed up I lost it again. Heather, at our table, said she could see me shaking after that, wonderful, so I felt like a complete idiot. But I got the same kind of scores as last time, and the person who gave me a "6. whatever" was booed.

Krysten kept looking at me and going "Kim, I am -so- proud of you! Next time you come, there will be a next time, we'll have to try and practice before so you're used to it." And then she said she was proud of me about eight more times. The guy who hosted the reading, Alex, introduced himself to me, and a couple of people said they liked my poetry, so that was a really nice night. It made me feel a lot better, especially because people were supportive. ^-^
I am currently Hurt
I am listening to Rockapella- Where in the World is Carmen San Diego

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Politics in religion
09/06/2005 09:24 p.m.
Right, so I'm supposed to do a report in the context of Politics in religion. Which is fine, I can think of enough topics, but there are too many, @.@. So what are -your- ideas?
I am currently Indifferent
I am listening to Shinedown 45

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