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CLOWN by Cheri E.

Timeless sadness in a world full of clowns.  Is this what breathing has been reduced to?  Life is a compilation of pretty, intelligent words with no meaning.  On what other plane of reality would a clown cry while the world looks on in laughter?  Why put wings on your life if they will only get ripped off by a wind too strong to fly on - a wind that only destroys?  Don't waste such pure feathers on such a vibrant, chaotic thing as that wind.  Float like Ophelia in the stillness and static of your confusion.  I could enchant you all day long with these cerulean words of undulating comfort - but at the end of your long road, you cause the bells of your heart to ring, not I.  Little clown, walk on in your timeless sorrow.  I find such beauty in it, for it is also MY sorrow.

REFLECTIONS OF THE DIGITAL MIND by Cheri E.

Acid floats around my head,
Telling me that God is dead;
Butterflies and paper moons
Are revealing silver runes
Upon the surface of the sea;
Those twisted things only I see.

The clock inside the inner wall
Is saying that the stars will fall
Into a bowl of ticks and tocks
That men have built upon a rock;
How stable is the digital reviver?
How stable is the digital reviver?

Metallic flowers fill a garden,
Causing all my thoughts to harden;
With jaded courage I will follow
The flow of time upon the morrow
To see where green birds go to die
And lay me down with one last try.

To all the feathers in the floor,
Stop knocking at my cellar door;
I'll find you when I reach the end;
And when there are no hearts to mend,
I'll paint the sky with gold and diamonds,
Paint the sky with gold and diamonds.

Oh, the places you'll go!

August has passed, and September is here, so why do I pay $49.50 a year to have a blog I don't use every day?  I have no idea.  I must enjoy spending my money frivolously.  ANYWAY... I have a night class each Tuesday from 6:30-9pm, and I think it may kill me.  The subject matter is of vital interest to me (high school music methods), but it's so much information all at once that I often find myself rather overwhelmed.  I'm just glad I plan on being an elementary school teacher (or a middle school teacher, if worse comes to worse).  But as they say, God laughs hysterically when WE plan.  I always like to say He will stick me in a high school in Alaska because of my plans I keep making.  Ah well, we work with what we are given because He does the same for us. :)

In other news, all is generally well on the boyfriend/girlfriend front.  My sad attempt at a relationship is a one day at a time kind of thing, and sometimes it's just plain difficult.  I don't want to go into too much detail, but I just feel inadequate sometimes.  At the end of the day, all I can do is my best and that may or may not be good enough for those involved.  *shrug*

I shall leave with a quote...

"All one's life is music, if one but touches the strings rightly and in time." - John Ruskin

The three best things I ever ate

So this is one of those "My life is boring, so I have nothing to blog about" kind of evenings.  I will now attempt to entertain you with a list you care nothing about  I now give you the three best things I ever ate.  Enjoy!

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1. Lightly breaded grouper at some place in Fort Myers, FL
I was 16 years old, and I was on vacation with a friend of mine.  She, her parents, and I went to this ridiculously overpriced seafood place right on the docks (the name is lost to me).  The only thing I ordered was the grouper and a baked potato.  Potatoes are potatoes, but this grouper was legendary!  The breading must have been panko crumbs looking back on it, because it was so flaky and not obviously a fried item.  It actually may have been coated in the panko and baked.  But nonetheless, it was very tasty.  Very tender, not fishy at all.  Just needed a squeeze of lemon and it was good to go.

2. Creamy tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich from Cafe 4 in Market Square
Call me simple, call me uncreative, call me whatever you like.  But this was comfort good at its best.  If I had had a cold at the time, it would have been an even more memorable experience.  But this soup!  Oh, this soup!  It was the creamiest I have ever tasted in my entire existence.  I love the restaurant itself because they only use fresh produce that is locally grown.  I was guaranteed that they bought their own tomatoes from local growers and didn't just take the easy way out with a can of Hunt's "produce."  I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd milked the cow and made the cream themselves, too.  I just remember thinking how wholesome the soup was because of what went into making it (both produce-wise and labor-wise).

3. My grandmother's chocolate chip cookies
Granted, she used the recipe off the back of the Nestle Toll House chocolate chip, but I could be a thousand miles away and as long as I had those cookies, I was home.

I know that I am the luckiest

So, maybe "luckiest" isn't really a word, but Ben Folds can make up any word he wants, as far as I am concerned.  I have recently started exclusively dating this guy (whom we shall call N, as I am fanatical about blogging privacy), and he is seventeen kinds of wonderful.  God has given me yet another blessing.  I just hope my will power to continue to be a classy, Christian lady will hold up.  That part of all this is rather difficult for me, but I am trying.  We all fail daily because we're human, but that doesn't mean we give up and do whatever we want.  God expects us to pull our weight, too.

So anyway, that is pretty much the theme of my brain lately: N + overcoming temptation + incredible amounts of blessings in my life = A deep joy only God can truly provide.  Life is beautiful!  :)

Bikini Nights and bathrobe mornings

So, apparently my friend Y is in a band.  It was most likely borne of the Tuesday night jam sessions at a local club called 4620.  They had their first official show tonight, and I must say that I was rather impressed.  Their first couple of songs started out roughly because they were a bit nervous (in my opinion).  But after that, I could tell their brains melded together into one glorious conglomeration of musical ecstasy.  The rest of the evening proved to be mind-numbing and exhilarating all at once.  I found myself completely lost in the colors and stories of at least two of the songs during the night.

Y's voice is a sultry reminiscence of Ella Fitzgerald, Janis Joplin, and Aretha Franklin all mixed into one amazing set of cords.  The drummer attempted a few pathetic jokes in between songs, and there was most definitely some chemistry between Y and the main guitarist (ooohhhh).  The bass player, a friend of mine we shall call J, was fun to watch and listen to.  He reminded me of Jimi Hendrix without the vocals... he had a very mellow yet energized vibe to him that I totally felt.

All in all, it was a lovely show, and I am just glad I was able to be there for one of my dearest friends and SAI sisters.  Congrats to you, Y if you ever read this!  :)

I turned the smiley faces upside down

Tonight was my last Ad-Set (after hours) shift at Kohl's EVER!  Well, I shouldn't say "ever" - watch me have to come crawling back someday.  You see, it messed up my ability to sleep at normal human hours, so I had to quit.  Besides, I have two other jobs, and Kohl's was the only one I felt justified in leaving.  I love my other two way too much. 

Anyway, to celebrate this joyous day (night?), I did several things that will be discovered by the manager working the first morning shift.  These things include but are not limited to; turning all the stupid paper smiley faces on the walls upside down, writing witty things about the connection between Obama and the Kohl's motto, dancing/singing maniacally to the Spice Girls while putting up my signs, and purposely doing a crappy job at putting up said signs.  In a word, it was fulfilling.  I felt as though I was giving something back to the nameless, faceless, soulless corporate pigs over in the big Kohl's tower.  It felt nice.  :)

So, I will now be able to successfully complete yet another semester of college, only going slightly murderously insane by Christmas Break.  Another victory for Team Cheri!  Praise be to God!

I like it already

So, here I am, trying out Typepad.  I currently blog over at Doodlekit for free, but I find it lacking in several things.  I've decided that the possibility of paying a minimal monthly fee for ad-free blogging just might be worth the investment.  ;)  So in the meantime, I shall repost the last entry I published at my current free blog...

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TITLED: TN would rather have better roads than smarter children

I am normally rather proud to be from Tennessee but not tonight. It is glaringly apparent that our state government decided to use the stimulus package money for road construction (99.9% of it, that is). The minuscule remainder went to such unimportant, negligible things like education and health care. I know what you're thinking: "But those two things are REALLY important!" Ah, but wait, my friends... get ready for this...

WE ARE RATED #1 IN THE NATION FOR BEST ROADS! HOLY CRAP WHAT AN HONOR!!!!111!111!!!!!!

How insulting is this to the citizens of Tennessee?! Teachers are losing their jobs left and right and all our sorry politicians can think of is better roads. Better roads, my butthole. I was happily, safely driving on ALL roads long before this sorry excuse done in the name of "betterment." Ugh, it just pisses me off. REALLY! Maybe the next stimulus package we get from yet another completely incapable president will be used for dressing all our 11-year-old girls in stripper outfits. One can only hope.