Not that my family trip to Portugal was bad, but the airport back was UGH. It was not fun, either when we left Portugal or when we arrived in Newark. I’m just getting over the nausea that resulted from the shaky landing.
But that’s besides the point, which is: I went to Portugal!
Yes, that’s a thing that happened. I said it would happen, and it did; and now it’s done. WHOO!
So, I still have my job.
It’s still considered a temp job at the moment, but since I’ve been working here for nearly four months, I think it’s on a good track toward something permanent. January will really determine that, I think, because that’s when my company is going to move to another location–bigger office, more resources, and maybe even an updated database. I don’t know all the details yet about the new location and how things are going to be, but my coworkers seem to be looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to it too, so I hope that they will continue to keep me on.
Overall, that’s that on the job situation. Now, to the future! Continue reading
And it was actually really terrifying. I mean, I knew it would creep me out, but oh my god.
I’m not going to start playing until tomorrow morning, when the sun is out, because I am a wimp. I have never claimed to be otherwise. I’m an itty bitty, “boo-hoo baby” wimp, but I will play this game because the concept fascinates me. But not now. Because I like sleeping, and I don’t want my sister to give me weird looks if I start crying. (And knowing me, I probably will.)
Can you blame me though? I mean, just look at who I’ll be up against!
This is the face of pure evil (or an extension of it, if you feel the restaurant’s company is the Big Bad) and I have never felt so terrified.
And yet, I anticipate our battle.
It’s a rather complex feeling.
Ah, what a beautiful day! Let’s start it off with an old poem about madness and incest, shall we?
Okay, that does sound terrible, I’m not going to lie. But the story of Donkeyskin is terrible—terrible enough to be retold in two poems!
In my final project, there are a few poems that are intended to be read together, mostly because they come from the same narrative and are told in different perspectives (sometimes by the same character). This is because I had originally wanted to do two sections of the collection: one would be a collection of poems told from the “villain’s” point-of-view, or retell the classic confrontation between the protagonist and antagonist in a particular fairy tale. In the end, I was pressed for time and wasn’t able to include all the poems that I wanted to include. But I did keep some.
The poems “To My Late Queen,” and “Skin,” better titled as “Donkeyskin” (at least together), were two of them. They were also my first experiments in form poetry, which was both exciting and challenging! Personally, I’m happy with the result, but please tell me what you think. Thank you!