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Unprotected feet carry you through a dark room
Guess where the furniture is before you smash your toes
Like tripping and giggling through an exciting encounter
Flirting shamelessly
The goals are clear: get to the light switch, the door, or the bed
Just don’t let him scratch your unshielded heart in the process
Through I suppose being barefoot is half the thrill

The poem isnt the interesting part. In fact there isnt one. An interesting part I mean. Should the title be “Flirting with Disatster” or “Flirting With Your Eyes Closed in a Dark Room”?

I have a friend who once said “Two pies make a pumpkin pie.” She says she was trying to say “Two pumpkins make a pie,” but who knows if thats a real saying either?

“People who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.” … You’ve all heard that story I’m sure.

I have a whole book of quotes that my friends have said. They are funny and silly and completely nonsensical. “About that pizza, how many is it?” Those aren’t even messed up sayings though… they’re just messed up.

Over the past few weeks, I have had some pretty strange dreams. I will share a few of them.

I had a dream that I went on a date. That is strange enough in itself, but I was with a guy who there is no way I would date. He is often considered creepy. We went to see “The Phantom of the Opera” in Chicago. I later had a dream about the same guy in which he explained to me that when his t-shirt is too large, he simply wears another one underneath.

I dreamed that I was a midwife who was helping someone give birth during the invasion of Troy. There were lots of fires going on, but I had my trusty diaper bag with me so it was all OK.

I had a dream in which a friend of mine was dumped on my front porch unconscious. He had alcohol poisoning and so I took him to the hospital. Then he died. His mom had just come, so I had to tell her. We cried a lot and it was sad. So far, this is the most emotionally draining dream that I have ever had.

I had a dream that I was breast feeding twins and it felt weird. This one is particularly strange since I have never had babies to breast feed and don’t know what it feels like

Lastly, I had a dream that I was giving communion in a catholic church. I felt awful, because I’m not certified to give communion. I can’t even take communion myself. I ended up just giving everyone a piece of toast. Then they all took off their black shoes and set them on the stage thingy. It was super strange.

So I’m taking a break from writing a paper comparing “Much Ado About Nothing” and “Romeo and Juliet.”

Suddenly, I got really really angry at Claudio. I mean come on! First he believes the guy that that he just beat in battle over his commander and friend. Then, he believes the same guy instead of the girl that he “loves.” He says he loves her and then runs away at the first test of that love. He also acts rashly on his stupidity and extreme emotions to publicly humiliate Hero. And then stupid Hero! She loves a guy who doesn’t even know enough to question the guy who just lied to him. How on earth does she keep loving him after he embarrasses her like that? How does she expect their marriage to work with that little trust? Is she stupid, or is love actually that strong?

So then, I started feeling really really sorry for Romeo (sorry about the whole emotional teenage girl thing). Juliet was completely out of reach for him, but he knew he had to try. He didn’t choose to love her, it just happened and he knew he would never recover. A day without her was like toast without butter. If he knew another way to stop the pain of not having her he would have acted on it and avoided the whole play, but the only remedy he knew was to find her and never let her go.

So then I had to either hope that Hero was like Romeo, or give up on her.

In my history class, we were asked to write a short paper telling our thoughts on the 9/11 and how they have changed after five years. I realized that one of my main feelings after hearing the news of the destruction was hope. I thought that maybe the US would wake up and realize that we can’t keep on stomping on everyone else. Its kind of obvious now that my dreams weren’t fulfilled and there are a lot of wars going on. So pretty much, I was totally wrong.

So the other day, my friend was walking down the hall at good old Goshen High School and she overheard a conversation between a football player and his cute little girlfriend. It went like this…
Cute Little Girlfriend: EEW, was it gross?
Football Player: Yeah, my pad was all bloody.

And sadly, it was the most hysterical thing that had happened in a long time. Except for this joke.

What is the difference between a piano and a fish? You can’t tune a piano but you CAN tunafish!!

Blame this blog entry on Eric.