One Week = Poor Blogging

One week since my last post. My blogging discipline is poor, but I'm not giving up on this goal yet. A few brief updates on what's been going on with me personally as opposed to general ranting about everyday shtuffs.
- Met with my English professor today. I don't have any classes with him this semester. *Insert sad face here* We discussed the extensive portfolio I completed for my creative writing class last semester. He paid my work a few blush-worthy comments and said my poetry was excellent, that my writer's voice had a beautiful quietness to it. In addition, he told me to send all my poetry out to publishers. End bragging trip. *SQUEEEEAAAALLL*
- Was called a "fashion lifeguard" in the college cafeteria today...Yay for tall bar chairs and a crowded table full of girlfriends and lovely choir exchange students from Haiti!
- On a wacky note, I discovered I can do the "live long and prosper" sign with my left toes...No, I'm not a Trekkie.

I received a few hobby suggestions from a reader named Aithne (check out her blog!) and I might just be picking up painting and parody writing...maybe throw in a little photography. Thanks, Aithne, for the fun advice! Right now I'm simply trying to cultivate my inner creativity in ways other than writing. Which brings me to another question for you readers: how many of you would be interested in seeing me write a screenplay or simply a play with me posting a bit every week? I have a few rough ideas. Once I flesh out some solid plots, I will post them and you can vote on which one you would prefer to see transformed into a movie script or play.

Have a listen. A stunning song that's worth a few minutes of your day. http://www.youtube.com/user/MarianbkL#p/f/4/7hZpo1ZJDxM

Still trying to remain faithful by posting some new(ish) poems. Wrote this last semester; comments are love!

Under Your Bed

I'd rather you be a stranger
Than the person I'll forget.
Your blue eyes are the way
Out for me
And if I can't look at you with
Honesty too,
Then I'd rather you be a stranger
Than the person I'll forget

If I have to lose you
And if you walk away
I'll move on,
An iceberg
On the river of chilled love,
Half of me buried beneath the surface
Unseen, unwanted, but a deadly mess.

Please tell me
You'll keep me
Tucked under your arm,
In the creases of your blinding smile,
With the lonely dust bunnies
In the corners under your bed
For just
A little while longer.

I can take abandonment
Only if you scissor
My heart strings first.
Don't worry. It won't hurt
As much as you want it to.
As much as I need it to.
I'd rather you be a stranger
Than the person I'll forget.

Wishing for a snow day tomorrow! Take care, and slainte!

- Liadan