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Poetry: Date Me Already

March 12, 2015 3 Comments

As a general rule of thumb, I don’t like poetry.

I refuse to write it unless some professor decides to assign it, and then my desire for good grades kicks in. This was written back in 2012 when it seemed that everyone was dating and cuteness abounded. I was the sourpuss writer sitting in the corner rolling my eyes at the absurdity, but secretly kind of wishing someone might want to date me.

I unearthed this poem to share with you all in hopes you might think it’s sweet or something.

What About You?

Do you like poetry and if so who is your favorite writer? Yes, do try to change my opinion on poetry.

My Dream Desk

March 9, 2015 4 Comments

In the past few years, I’ve had an assortment of motley desks. I often resort to using the floor, my lap, or a desk that was really meant for small children. Currently I type to you with the computer perched on a chair across from the chair that I’m seated on. This cannot be good for my back.

So there are days where I like to just scroll through the internet ogling other peoples’ desks.

I love this desk set up with the light colors and the elbow shaped desk. I think it would get messy fast, but I could keep myself decently organized. Paper here. Computer there. You know the drill.

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I love the idea of being able to shut my desk up in a closet so the eyesore that it would become would be hidden from all eyes! As long as no one tries shutting me in there.

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Apparently I’m a total sucker for whites and blues and the elbow desk. You know, I don’t know if anyone else calls those types of desks elbows, but to me, it seems completely appropriate.

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The icing on the desk cake would be a window. The problem with the window is I probably would become the neighborhood gossip, and no one really needs one of those. Or maybe every neighborhood does!

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What About You?

Do you have a dream desk or space?