Wednesday, April 06, 2005

"There is nothing so fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task."

Well, it's over. I can finally stop worrying about the reading (which, of course, wasn't nearly as big a deal as my worry made it out to be).

It actually went pretty well, I think. I read too quickly and I was beyond nervous, but there was a pretty big crowd (they had to bring out more chairs, even!) and the things I read seemed to be fairly well received. Sandra and Christie came, which I think is great of them... I know I said I didn't want anyone there, but once the time was finally upon me, I realized that I really did want people there... and now I wish I hadn't been so stupid about it and invited more of my friends.

I learned three things:

1) In times of great nervousness, long nails will never last. I now have ten stubby, bitten-to-the-bone fingernails to show of my experience.

2) I really dislike poetry readings.

3) I don't feel like myself when I'm at a formal function. When I'm out of my fashion element (jeans and sweatshirts, mostly), I feel fake. It feels like everyone knows how uncomfortable I am. I would have done a lot better yesterday if I could have worn what I wanted instead of having to be a girl and look nice. Bah.

In conclusion, I woke up this morning with the song "Muskrat Love" by Captain and Tennille in my head.



natalie said...

I'm glad the reading went well. I wish I could have been there to listen to your stuff! (even if you didn't want an audience) :)

Phil said...

Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin' the town and doin' it right
In the evenin'
It's pretty pleasin'

Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's so skinny

And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love

Becky said...

To that, I say:

Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where
Your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
In the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic a cherry cola

I don’t need to try and explain
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again I might move
So slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball
That I need to I want to

Come stand a little bit closer
Breath in and get a bit higher
You’ll never know what hit you
When I get to you

Ooh I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But ooh I’d die to find out
Ooh I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But ooh I’d die to find out