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The Gentlemanly Escort Cube - by Lisa Rye

I wanna smack the people who built my church.  It’s hideous.  Some one of the builders apparently thought that it would be funny to cover the whole thing in cedar shingle-thingys.

I want to give you my heart.  Not in a cheesy, Valentine’s Day sort of way; if I could, I would dig down past my ribs and pull out my heart, still beating, and put it in your hands.  You’d take better care of it than I would.  Hell, I can barely keep a fish alive.

I feel giddy, like I’ve had too much caffeine.  My heart palpatates like a drowning fish.  I might not have to take it out myself to give it to you, it might leap out of my chest all by itself, and lay heaving on the countertop.

My wrist twitches.  My veins are undulating, straining with the force of my love for you.  My love will tear me apart.  Then you can take all my parts and glue them back together with sweet nothings.  you’ll reattatch my knee, telling me of my compassion.  My right lung you’ll put back in, praising my voice.  My bottom will go back on with words about my creativity.

When I am whole again, cracks filled with mortar made from your kisses, you’ll realize that you accidently-on-purpose left out my heart.  It was a Freudian slip.  With a sly, boyish grin, you’ll open the combination locked-door on your chest and slip my small heart in, nestled against your big one.  Your heart will beat strongly enough to make the blood course through both of us, mixing and flowing in one great river.

So tell me, was this good or was it too weird or emo?

I’ve always wanted to travel the world; someday I WILL *glare*.  In the meantime, while I’m still young and poor, I decided to make a list of places to visit when I’m older and…not poor.

• Prague-I hear it’s absolutely FULL of history.  It sounds exotic and cold all at once, which is kind of my absolute dream.
• Turkey-Like Prague (and most of the other places on the list), Turkey’s full of history and art and architecture.  Besides, I can run around singing the They Might Be Giants version of “Istanbul” and get hate looks from the locals.
• Morocco, specifically Marrakesh-When I was 11, I heard the song “Marrakesh Night Market” by Loreena McKennitt.  Since then, I’ve always to go to Marrakesh; also, since then, I’ve heard a lot of really great things about travel in Morocco.  Plus, it’s just a hop, skip and a jump away from Europe while still being incredibly exotic.
• Amsterdam-A lot of my close friends have been here and said that it was fantastic.  That’s good enough for me!
• Italy-Italy’s kind of one of those stereotypical tourist/vacation destinations.  Mostly, I just want to go to Venice during Carnivale so that I can get all dressed up and wander the streets.
• England-Duh.  Everyone wants to go to England.  But I want to go to the England of the locals.  I don’t want to see Big Ben or the London Eye; I want to go where the real people are.
• New York City-Like England, who doesn’t want to go to NYC?  They have Topshop.  And Broadway.  And sweet apartments.
• Iceland-Iceland has approximately a 98% literacy rate, and my friend Stefan lives there.  The Vikings lived there, too ^_^.
• Germany-Apparently it’s very easy to get lost in Germany.  And a lot of the people speak English.  Like England, however, I’d rather go to the smaller towns and villages than hang out in big cities like Berlin.
• Egypt-I WANNA SEE DA PYRAMIDS!
• Greece-Where the history comes from.  Greek myths are one of the things that got me into history first when I was very tiny.

Well, that’s all the places I can think of for now, but I might post some more later.

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1. Fish
2. Rumours

iron

War

I’m learnin’ to play one.

This past week, my time has been taken up with essentially nothing but scholarship applications and Angel reruns.  I need about $6500 for this upcoming year at AU, and so far, no money has fallen from the sky or mysteriously arrived on my doorstep in a leather satchel (though that would be freakin’ cool), so I join the hordes of other penniless college students by sharpening my pencil, powering up Microsoft Word, and improving my vocabulary.  In short, I’m writing scholarship essays.

My mom claims that all of this could be avoided simply by my choosing a public university that costs half of AU.  I see the wisdom in this, but it’s kind of my last option.  I really, really, really don’t want to leave AU.  I have friends, a boyfriend, great teachers, heck—even the food’s not too bad.

However, I suppose that I should make plans just in case I don’t get enough money.  My mom was right when she said that I needed a backup plan.  So I’ve compiled a list of schools that I would consider going to if AU falls through.

Michigan Technological University: This was my second option last year, and I really liked their teaching program.  Also, they have an SCA chapter (an idea that excites me inordinately).  However, they’re a tech school, meaning that they certainly aren’t focused on English or history.  Also, they’re at the north end of nowhere.  7 hours north of where I live.  15 hours north of where my boyfriend lives.

Grand Valley State University: GVSU really has nothing to reccomend itself, except that I know a guy who goes to school there and they have a Ren Faire.

My other option would be…I don’t know.  Do I even HAVE another option? Blurgh; I’ll keep you posted.

GAH!  The Angel theme song has been running continuously in my head for a week.

I’m kind of in love with these airline seats, despite the fact that they kind of resemble urinals.

Or maybe it’s because they look like urinals.  I never did outgrow the toilet humor…^_^