poem to my disease

of course
of course
i'm sick
of course
it's only the third week of school
of course
of course
it's true
of course
my white blood cells are in a duel

the boyfriend is going out of town
can't hug him good bye
only let out a sigh
as the mucus comes dribbling down

of course
of course
i'm sick
of course

...

at least it's not the swine flu

I miss my orange hat. I like orange and many thinks it's my favorite color. That's wrong. It's white. But, I dislike wearing white clothing. Orange is bright and happy and full. Every piece of orange that I have has a story behind it. My orange covers for my headphones which I stole from my friend/roommate. My orange hoodie which I got because my boyfriend hit me in the eye with a toy bows and arrows set (see a previous post). My orange hat which is very not fancy gotten at a very fancy hat store.

With summer here, I could not wear that orange hat. I miss my orange hoodie as well, but not as much as that orange hat which makes my hair look just the way I want it all the time. As I can not find any pictures of me in the hat, I provide you with a picture of the boyfriend, pretending to be me.



I think it's okay to miss an inanimate object. To grow attached to something that doesn't love you back. Maybe not such a good idea for people, but my hat... it's too awesome to not have feelings for.

an ode to IKEA

Ikea.
Oh.
Ikea.
Why are you so
BIG
?
Why do I cower under your
great, big, looming
shadow?
Why did I spend
three hours
inside of you?
Was it worth it for your
59cent glasses
almond cake
crazy shower curtain
?
Maybe I will never know.

Truth or dare.

I've been seeing a lot of themes out there. Vampires are very big right now. And zombies. Ooh. Hating the government. Well, that's always been big. And, to be honest, I'm a little sick of them. It's just like anything else. Too much of a good thing (I am NOT condoning Twilight) is still too much.

So, here's the issue. There are a couple things I want to talk about, but I would really rather not talk about. Let's make a short list.

1) How my night went.
2) How I feel about myself.

See? Pretty short.

I don't want to talk about them because I feel I talk about my boyfriend (1) and my depressive states (2) too much. I'm not depressed just... tired. In any case, I am a happy person and I need to start focusing on that part of my life.

*ahem*

Dear Shaina,

I dare you to shut the hell up and love yourself for once.

Love,
Shaina.

Err...

I don't really like to tell stories about things that happen to me, anymore. It's weird. In any case, I don't have anything I really want to say about Dustincon. It was fun. I greatly enjoyed seeing him. But, stories? Naah. I'm good.

At a glance.

In Bumsfuckville, IL and will return shortly with my feelings about the weekend, including how our car broke down while we were still an hour away from our destination (with 2 hours behind us).

This is what happens when you do a marathon watching of The State and write about your hero in your blog.

Dear Shaina,
Thanks for the great write-up! I'm glad I could make you laugh!
Sincerely,
Kerri Kenney-Silver

Is it creepy that I have her email address now?