History In The Making.

The atmosphere down here is so thick you can cut it with a knife, and serve it by the slice. From where it started, so it seems it will all end, and all because of just one more man dead. I can hear the cheers through my walls 15 flights up, shouts of USA and the chorus of "God Bless America." The streets are flooded by lights, and people, and the smell of freedom and honor. It's history in the making, it should be with all the time it's been taking, for a rallying point of all those lives lost, it's sad it ends in more death, but I guess that's the cost. The people are crowding just a few blocks away, the World Trade once filled with death is reborn as they celebrate... but remember, We Will Never Forget, we made that promise, and so far it's been kept. So here's to speeches that change a nation in one feel swoop, to communities that prove they will always pull through, to never letting that freedom flame die, because in the darkest of nights you can find your way if just one star's in the sky.




After President Obama's Speech On May 1st 2011, my friends and neighbors poured from our dorms and walked the few blocks over to the World Trade Center, where we were joined by people from all over New York, the USA and the World. This is what I felt upon my return a few hours later.

Chopin

I haven't posted anything lately, but I have been busy writing all sorts of things, so here is a poem update!

Maybe I’ll be George,

And You’ll be Chopin.

Like them, for a few years

Let us have our fun.

But you’ll be less sickly,

And I’ll be less of a man.

Yes, I’ll be George,

And You’ll be Chopin.

Thanks for reading!

Birdy (-:

Motivation?

Blegh. It's been quite some time since I posted an angsty update, so prepare yourself.


The last few weeks have been especially hard to handle. Ever since I returned from Iceland I have just been seemingly unable to complete anything. I'm worried my grades are going to reflect this when school gets out in a month. For instance, I had an assignment due last Monday, and I did the second half incorrectly, so I asked the professor if I could redo it, he said yes, but it's been six days and I still haven't been able to complete it, even after I spent three hours the other day staring intermittently at the reading and the blank word doc where my answers should have gone. I don't even have the willingness to edit that last sentence so that it isn't a run on. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!


I just have so many ideas and thoughts and story lines and questions and things in general rushing through my head and I don't know which one to grab first and focus on, I don't know what's worth paying attention to and what's worth pushing to the back for a bit, and it's driving me crazy!!!! I can't focus on everything at once but since I can't decide what to focus on, it seems as if I'll focus on nothing instead.


I keep telling myself that I need motivation, but that's not true, I have TONS of motivation, I just need like an organizer for my thoughts. And I need to just pick something, do it and check it off my list, although a lot of the things on the list are things that I either can't do by myself, or will take a lot of time to set up and execute, like my theatre thing that I want to happen this summer. I know I can make it work, but I don't know where to start to make it work, it's all just so frustrating!! GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!


SO MUCH VENTING OF ANGST!!!!!!! BLEGH!


I feel better after venting, maybe now I will be able to actually get something done!!!!! Who knows. I guess I'll start with that assignment, although he may not be willing to accept it now. Here's to hoping.

I don't feel much like writing posts...

But I have been writing short stories and drawing a lot so uh happy Tuesday?

Hello!

Waiting for posts from Iceland? Don't worry, they will be up soon, I've just been so busy with so many other things since I returned. My once in a while job has turned into a steady scheduled 10-20 hours a week, RHA is currently slaving away to plan two major events for the Residence Halls, and my normally hectic class schedule now has midterms added in, as well as the finishing touches on my Study Abroad application that is due in Friday, and hasn't been signed off on yet.


Oh wow, I forgot March was almost over.... crapola.


Birdy

KEF to JFK

I’ve got a copy of the Times,

A cup of shit brewed coffee.

A laptop open to a blank page,

And smart water since I never eat from the cafe.

Pandora’s playing in the background,

All about being alone in a crowded room.

Discounted book that I don’t need,

From the Borders that’s closing down the street.

My phone's on vibrate, 

Just got a text from Iceland.

The bill's gonna piss off my parents,

But the kid was so nice that I couldn’t help myself.

Class in an hour,

My homework’s not done,

But I’ll blame it on the jet lag, 

Even though I’ve got none.

Iceland felt nice,

Like a taste of adulthood with an added measure of fun.

Now I don’t know what to do since I’m back in the states,

New York city’s so bright, but it’s not home.

At least not at this moment, at least not for me.

Freedom’s a plane ticket, some friends and a good book.

Keeping a journal so that in ten years I can look back,

And read what we thought. 

Harsh at times, yeah I guess,

But for me it was the best.

Ten days in Reykjavik, that we waited months for,

Now it has passed and we don’t know what’s in store.

Nothing is planed but the Times and a coffee,

Class at four thirty with a a hint of the city.

Iceland-Day 0

I leave in 13 minutes. This is so epically awesome and mind blowing that I don't even think I should further attempt to express it. So instead I will leave you with a short Hurah for Iceland, and adventure, and friendship, and all of the paths that lead a person from childhood to adulthood. Cheers.




Birdy