Anyway, Poem-A-Day April has been going really well. I only fell behind that one weekend when I went to camp, but I caught up pretty quick because it was only a couple poems behind. As for the zodiac challenge, that I've failed on. I had every intention of writing them, especially because I have people who were excited to read a couple specific zodiac signs. I'm really sorry! I'll probably use the whole zodiac/horoscope thing as inspiration for random poems rather than a month challenge. And there we go again, learning what challenges work and don't...
Poem-A-Day May promises to be exciting because every month is cause for excitement. but I'm looking for a challenge. Something that I can do weekly. No ideas yet. I'm thinking back to a couple older challenges, and one of them was to start one poem a week with "Where were you last night?" That was a really neat concept because I got to play around with different ways of handling that. Kinda similar to the challenge to write drunken poetry. So I'm thinking I should find some sort of challenge that will be like that, because it might make me think more. Or try forms. Which might break my brain, but who knows, maybe I'd learn something? Learning is good.
On Monday, I visited the Poetry Foundation downtown. First off, I took the El into the city and then had to take another line north of the Loop. Because I had a lot of time on my hands, it didn't ultimately matter, so that adventure was fun. Except that I thought I could transfer at one stop, and it turns out that you can't, so after getting off the train and making my way onto the street level, I walked a couple blocks to another station where I had learned I could make my transfer. Luckily it was a nice day.
Once I got to the stop where I needed to be, I went the wrong direction on the street and had to turn around, but I finally got to the building. [this is where Brianna realizes that she's told this story in a previous blog post, oops?] Anyway, it was closed until later. So I went to Starbucks to get a drink. That's when a woman came up to me and asked, "Did you just try to go to the Poetry Foundation?" I shuffled my feet a little and said, "Yeah..." She was very nice when she said that they didn't open until 1 PM, and I was bashful about her having witnessed my embarrassing door-pulling from the other side of the gigantic glass windows.
Clutching my iced mocha of joy, I took the El back in the direction I had come from and met up with my friend for lunch. He bought, because he's a nice person and knows that I'm unemployed. It was underlined by the fact that he was on his lunch break from his job that he's pretty happy with. I'm not going to hold that against him because he bought me lunch AND dessert. Hey, I can't complain about a toffee cookie, that thing was delicious. Actually, the whole sandwich was delicious. There was cheese and vegetables and pesto, and yum. I should have taken a picture that I could post here. Darn. Missed opportunity.
Yesterday, I visited my friend who's involved in drag shows. She was looking for costumes for another show that she's going to do, so we went to a couple costume shops in Boystown and another shop that I shouldn't mention because this should be a family friendly blog, but let's suffice it to say that there was a lot of lace, silk, and rope. Special rope. Then we went to get food because Brianna had eaten a pocket of trail mix for lunch (and learned that M&Ms and the letter M are trademarked by Mars, Inc. Though I feel like the letter M shouldn't be able to be trademarked...that shouldn't be allowed.). All around it was a really good afternoon and it was really great to see her because I hadn't seen her in person for close to a year. Craziness.
And then another friend came over and we watched Woman in Black. It's a miracle I didn't have nightmares, but it was my idea, so...
I really should never complain about having no friends again [Brianna goes back through her post and sees how many times she mentions "my friend."].
And tomorrow, tomorrow I'm going to C2E2 with my friend (aha!) because she's going for her work. Yeah, her work is paying for her to go to a comic book convention. I suddenly find myself wanting a job that would do that for me. That would be really exciting. Anyway, I'm super excited because I've never been to a comic book convention, and I'm looking forward to shamelessly people-watching. Because that's what I do. Should I bring my TARDIS notebook? Hm, the possibilities...
That's all I really have to say, so that's all, folks!
"Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."
- Mark Twain
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