Oh Dear Mister Puppeteer

Oh Dear Mister Puppeteer

Can't you see that I
Am playing the role of the mime
Monkey see and monkey do.
Isn't this how this puppet acts?
After all I am a model built after you.
As long as I follow your every direction
And breathe when you tell me to.
I can survive a day in the life
Of this fictitious fairytale
As long as I follow the movement
That you have set before me
And lean whenever those
Ropes pull that way.
I can be your prized possession
And let you play the games
That are only in your mind.

Ah but as I wait for the sun to set
I can dream of a world where
I am not wound up so tight
To the control box in the air
Where the movements I make
Become my own, Mister Puppeteer.
The air I breathe is meant for only me
Oh how I had longed before
To twirl as the princess
Did on her musical stand
Or twist as I heard the record play
That love abiding song
But I always knew I was,
The cherished and the doomed,
And would always be the puppet
To my puppeteer

But as you close your naïve little eyes
I take off these shackle-like strings
And learn what it is like
To walk to my own beat
You wouldn’t believe the joy I get
To sway when I do choose
What it can possibly be like for me
To gracefully stumble as I dance
I’m on a cloud, they say,
Following a rhythm
That I never would have known.
Do you know what is like
To realize your destiny?
That dancing among the stars
Is as possible as it can be.
That I can learn all the tricks you do
Without those wicked yarn handcuffs

But I know better
Than to leave a puppeteer
Without his marionette
Before daylight breaks the sky
I turn the record off
And slip back into those
Ludicrous threaded chains
Falling limp as any puppet would
Once again playing the game of
Monkey see and monkey do
I stay the picture perfect dummy
To my Dear Mister Puppeteer
The only problem that I do face
Is that the master of this puppet
Would never know how flawlessly
I always look when I dance

Ginger Bread

Ginger Bread

Isn’t that a Sweet little castle you have?

With an White Chocolate fence

To keep Sour Patch intruders away?

You always were so worried

Someone would eat through

The walls of your Candy abode

And see straight into

The center of your Tootsie Pop.

Ah, that Licorice looks so good

As it wraps upon your throne.

You believe that inside every

Candyland needs to be

A King and his Queen

With Gummy Bear minions

By your side to drill

All those Milk Duds in

But Sugar Baby,

You can lace up your cottage

In as many Candy Canes

And Gumdrops as you want

It doesn’t make you any Sweeter

And it doesn’t make this house a home

My new story

I just petrified myself.
I am writing (what I hope) will become a book. Even if no one reads it but me.

However, I am going over the girls (there are four of them) in the book and realized that each of them are a part of who I am.
Now, if you know me, this should come as just as much of a shock to you (without reading it) as it does to me.
Because subconciously I related myself to these girls. Not boys (like I normally do).

This is veryyyy interesting. Because each girl has a different persona. and each one is going to learn something different throughout the story. I wonder if maybe thats what I am supposed to learn. And maybe why I want to write this story so badly.

im only on page 21. I think its going to be very long. so don't expect it anytime soon. But I am really going to try to stay on top of it. And maybe have it written by the time first semester is over.

We. Have. A. Problem.

Mayday. Mayday! MAYDAY!
AIR CONTROL WE HAVE A PROBLEM.

Google images has CHANGED! What are the students of the world going to do, now that they can no longer load the perfectly placed images into the desired locations. Making their mediocre powerpoints, word documents and lives prettier places. THIS IS A PROBLEM.

Now, don't get me wrong, Citing Google images was put in the blind side. Somehow, to the world of professors artwork isn't as important on the plagerizing aspect as documents.

GOOGLE! that doesn't mean annex it. I needed you. You were always there when I needed an edge on my competition. I took the time to find the perfect picture for the perfect point I wanted to make. Whether it was in my writing, my homework or as a nifty background for my computer (Yes I said Nifty. Suck it)

&& Since we are on this topic. WHO IN THE WORLD DECIDED WE CAN'T USE COPYWRITED PICTURES! FLICKR!

They will be the DEATH of the creativity of students worldwide. Believe it or not I don't have time to find a good camera, take a picture and then perfect it onto the perfect homework assignment I have already designed. I get it needs to be originally. But I am using it for special effects, not for the main topic of my papers.

I don't see the great artists, directors or anyone for that matter citing Oscar Gustave Rejlander. Why? Becuase it is just some added BONUS not the work of art. It is a common enough occurance and in no way has a student taken credit for creating the pictures. We merely sight google images if things get sketchy.


Google you have disgraced me. I will start looking into finding a new ideal search engine to better meet my unmet needs of your bullshit.


Just remember, you did this to yourself.

The Fast-Paced City Life

I have lived here in Chicago, for almost a year. In fact, just a couple more weeks and I am sure I have hit my anniversary mark.

Would you like to know what I find interesting? Since you are still reading, I am just going to guess that you do.

I think its interesting that everyone refers to the city as "fast paced". Why? Because there are a lot of people? Maybe because there is a lot to look at? Maybe because there is a lot to do. None of that DEFINES fast paced.

In reality, I think life is way more SLOW paced in the city.
 It takes me a half hour on the L when it could take me 5 minutes.
 Hell, if I do decide to drive it still takes me 15 minutes.
 I have to wait in longer lines because that is crowded as well.
 I have to walk everywhere since I am smaller than the car and finding parking in this city will take you the entire year in certian sections.
I have to wait for a card to ride the CTA and then wait for the people to get on the bus, then wait for the bus to get through traffic.
 Hell, even passing information is slower. You have MORE people to tell.

Everything that was "fast" in the suburbs is slow.

Maybe they should have never used the term fast paced. Crowded. Social (at times. thats a different debate). Eye opening. Those work. Fast paced doesn't..

I think they should call it a "socially