Spring Break Oh! Eight!

The 1st day of spring break was such a doozy, let me tell you. I slept until 1pm, read 1 chapter of a novel, and saw 1 movie at the Bijou. It's all downhill from here. Blah. Here's an old doohickey I scrounged up from Notebook #1 that I find fitting in light of this ghost campus. Speaking of ghosts, I woke up this morning, and my apartment mates had left me a farewell message in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror: REDRUM. Funny.

Idle

Illustrated in more melancholy colors,
Here is yet another entry,
Depicting an existence that is
Rapidly racing towards sedentary.

I envision on the vanity,

A record of my family's pedigree,

And visual representations of our tree,

Posing in front of the liriope,

Captured in exquisite B&W photography.

My life is on Victorian setting:

Duller than a biscuit,

Tighter than a corset,

I made myself a rule to break this cycle,

But I never choose to enforce it.

Never have there been so many awkward stances,

Pent up words,

And apologetic glances.

Stall tactics are all intact,

Desperately waiting to crack.

Dust bunnies are collecting on the hard wood floors.

All this marble trim

Is starting to look so grim.

Too many options.

All this incessant doubting is such a chore.