omfg. the hsc is over.

I found a poet! He was hanging out at the end of a Robin/Nightwing fanfic. (A good one, too.) Next time I'm in a bookstore I'll look out for Michael Tieg. He's terribly obscure, I think, because Google only turns up that same fanfic a couple of times and also this review.

How much string is in the world.
Who has it.

There is a dog barking, no dog to see,
the piebald horse seems small for the field.
It is too bright and I need a nap.
It is practically burning with flowers.

I’ve heard of the light
no one wants to be photographed in
and this must be it.

Consider once, it was snowing, I made a little bird
but it was a pathetic thing
all duct tape and longing
and knocking about the chairlegs like a dustball.

I made another but the fucker bit me.
I made another
this one completely empty.

Or how in a good month for conversation
my Uncle Frank in a field sensing deer
shot himself in the foot
and his first wife continued with the dishes
looking out the window at the laundry line,
power line, pig’s ear, who knows?--
and later driving away with the car
while he remained on the couch watching hockey.

Consider the cold and tomatoes come together
and how of course I’d love to have you.
Here, have a balloon. Have two.
-Michael Tieg

no SERIOUSLY high school is actually OVER

I've definitely recommended Kelly Link before. She's got a new (bizarre, wonderful) short story online here.

I feel so weird.

Also I sorted out my sock drawer and threw away all the odd white socks that I only kept for school-related laundry emergencies.

In other news, election coming up.

Observe: ( much more fun than the real debates )

I'm way behind on my wrisomifu, but isn't that the way?

I think I'm still. In shock. Or something. My 007 class T-shirt is cheap and already has holes in, but I ironed MAGIC onto it anyway.

Actually I don't think this is the shock. I think this is the result of staying up until six thirty in the morning reading DC slash just because I could. Admittedly THAT was probably because of the shock.

Um. I'll be hiding.

(no subject)

I saw Hairspray with my parents tonight. My primary reaction can be summed up in one word: a-fucking-dorable. I mean, right from scene ONE I was just going "eeee! cute!"

We watched the movie in this odd little restaurant/theatre in Kings Cross - vegetarian Indian food, and then you lie on these huge couches with pillows and watch the movie lying down. The food was quite good, and thankfully I'm more or less okay with spices now. I still don't get exactly what they add to the flavour of your food (aside from a burning sensation on the tongue) now that we live in a time of non-medieval refrigeration, but I guess it's just a culinary habit.

Anyway, we watched the movie and some randoms threw pillows around and then we had a giggle over the leetle books in the hallway about transcending psychic planes to saturn through buddha and john lennon, or something. Then my mum insisted that we wander around in search of ice cream. I was somewhat doubtful about this idea, but after passing no less than fourteen sex shops, six nightclubs, two ...probably hookers, a migrating party, a herd of motorbike racers and many cops, we finally found an all-night gelato store. Then I walked through Kings Cross while eating an ice-cream and didn't get leered at hardly at all, while firmly suppressing my mother's urge to be hip by calling people "cool dudes".

It's one am again. I've a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of this hour for the next few months.

It's kind of awesome.