2nd Floor: A Poem About Studying in the Library

It was morning and outside snow dusted my bike. My task for the day: defeat the gremlins in the woods behind my house. It wouldn't be an easy task as these were no ordinary gremlins. Luckily, i'm no ordinary girl.

I requisitioned my heavy coat and stepped out without saying goodbye to mother. There was no time for goodbyes. This was war. I pulled my slingshot from my pocket and lined up the crosshairs in the direction of the neighbor's cat, Charles. Target practice. That's what it was. And I'd need plenty of it to overcome those sniveling gremlins. You see, they've been running around the woods near my house in broad daylight, laughing boastfully as I mastered my backflip dismount from the swingset.

I probably would have let them be had they not started to make snide remarks about Sam, the curly-haired, slighty clumsy, and always charming boy from my class. Did those gremlins think they could get away with it? Of course they did. But my slingshot was going to prove them wrong.

So I set out across the lawn, over the bridge, across the frozen lake where I encountered my first gremlin. Brandishing my slingshot I said, "You gremlin, do you know the function of this here weapon." To be continued.

It's been a while.

I have been playing around a lot lately with my seriously superior iPhoto skills...

What if any of these were my room? I need a change.

To my devoted 0 fans, this beautiful hand is back to the keyboard.
Now if only going back to my old room were as easy as going back to blogging.

Lightrail.

Today on the lightrail:
Woman with a lot of Groceries: Hi, can I sit here?
Joanna: Yes.
Grocery Bag Woman: Thanks. I just got done shopping.
Joanna: Yes I can tell. Your bags smell like frozen pizza.
Grocery Bag Woman: Ha, Would you mind holding one?
Joanna: a pizza?
Grocery Bag Woman: No a bag.
Grocery bag woman proceeds to drop grocery bag of frozen pizza in Joanna's lap on top of her Latin homework. Joanna begins to shiver from the ice in her lap. Joanna smells like frozen pizza for the rest of the day and her pants remain wet for a few hours. She loves the lightrail mucho.
Note: The photo above has nothing to do with the lightrail.

Glass Families and Banana Fish.

Ladies and gentlemen, one of my favorite writers of all time died today: J. D. Salinger. I don't know why, but there was something incredibly exciting about reading about the Glass family and knowing that the author who created them was still alive, hoveled away in his rural Cornish shell. Most of the works I read today are written by authors who have been dead for centuries, which is fine by me because I rather enjoy reading Ovid and Virgil. Still, I feel Salinger was a rare breed, and that I need to light candles and mourn his loss while wiping my tears with some pages from his Catcher in the Rye, or something dramatic like that.

Herman Melville

"All men live enveloped in the whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life."
— Herman Melville

You can study too much.

My eyes are burning two holes into the computer screen from staring at my microsoft word document for hours without end. So, I resorted to ffffound, where I found this picture, and a few minutes of visual relief. I highly suggest this website if any of my two readers ever feel like their eyes are about to rupture from their skull, leaving chasms where all the things that they have just studied can begin to spew out of. That's right, I ended my sentence with a preposition. chaos.