Spanish-final:tomorrow 8am

Spanish
I know it’s a romantic language
I’m partial to Spanish men
Particularly dashing and rich ones
Spanish
I know God speaks in Spanish
But also Swahili and English and more
Spanish
I have dreams of living surrounded by you
Hopes of adopting your culture
And a headache from your verbs
Spanish
Would that you for once lay aside your tenses
And sooth the heart of a feeble-minded
Dreamer

what can I say? I'm in a poetical mood.

I hate you
Like the morning sun that makes me squint
Petals we all tip toe on guiltily
Stars make me crave significance
Like your grin
I hate you
Like bare foot prints on kitchen tiles
Hot chocolate stains on a book
Elegant nicotine in Hepburn’s lungs
Only creosote stains
Like your voice
I hate you
Like a picture telling me I could be in Paris
Sexy blue flags on drops of chocolate
Heels cause blisters
Like your touch
I hate you
The way books smell
Like ink stained fingers
On graffiti notes
Jazz beat
Like your steps
I hate you
Like chewing pizza crust
Staying dry when it’s raining
Only daisies growing through side walks
Know my effort
I swear I tried

Tragedy

I am madly in love with you
I just talked to you for the first time
Since the beginning of the school year
We talked about the final we had just taken
Making common ground out of a tragic end
That was all to easy
Tragic because I wont get to watch you
Walk into class every morning
Tragic because I’ll miss your laugh
And the way your jeans fall over the backs of your shoes
Wear rags and
I’d still swear I’ve never seen a guy with more style
Tragic because I would fall madly in love with you
Before we spoke
But only realize it afterwords
Tragic because the first time we spoke
Was more like a goodbye
Is it wrong to be so happy over tragedy?

Last Day of Classes!

A beautiful sunny day greets up. Perhaps to heal us from months of academic masochism.

Found this really moving video-clip: a "War Prayer" by Mark Twain:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXhJG7S9tjw

Yours truly,
Butterfly girl

If music were the only thing to live for, I would.

I suppose it's that time of year when concerts and plays and recitals all come to completion in performance. (One more week till finals!) I went to the shakespearian play King Lear. It was lovely, dramatic and heart-rending, (granted I didn't find myself quite as immersed in the deliciously melancholy tears I had hoped for,) but on the whole entirely worth going to. And then there was the Houghton Palooza. I know, the name speaks of too many late night coffees and comotose brain cells. It basically consisted of each of the (more than fifteen) bands on campus playing a few of their songs. I liked it. And although I have this hunch that the whole production was made to entice the perspective students this weekend, I still have visions of some innocents being stuck by a wave of shock as the building viabrated under their feet and they were met with screams of indisciferable language. :)

Yours truly,

butterfly girl

Niagra Falls

After arriving home from Fenwich Island, Mom, Hannah, Kayt and I went on an exclusively girls trip to Niagra Falls.
I suppose the first shock for me was the rather "L.A. feel" of things. Every shop had a neon blinking sign, music blaring, animate creatures moving, bright colors and all other symptoms of a tourist trap. Definitely a sensory overload.
The hotel we stayed in had a p00l, hot tub and cable television. What more do you need? :) We went swimming every day. Delightful
The Falls were amazing and awe-inspiring and a little scary-the mist pillowing out, freezing through jackets and layers. We got to go under the falls in this tunnel, during which Kayt and I delighted ourselves in creating a horror story of the slimy tunnel walls and yellow lighting. We also went to the Rain Forest Cafe. You walked in to a lush jungle filled with music and the sounds of animals. Every twenty minutes there was a thunder storm and the animated animals would move about. There were 2 huge fish tanks with various brightly colored fish swimming about. Loud. Fun. Surprising. A kids paradise.
Later we sent on a quick shopping spree. I recommend a store called "Winners." Name brand, classy, but fairly cheap.
But the highlight was "the sushi place." I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone. It is the Japanese Yukaguni Restaurant on Fallsview Ave. We went there around 3 in the afternoon. No one else was there. Our waiter was super friendly and recommended some particular sushi rolls after we explained that this was our first experience with Japanese food. Chopsticks. Little dishes for soy sauce. And a small tray filled with sushi: California, cucumber, avocado, crab, spicy tuna rolls. Apparently groups of Japanese frequent the restaurant so what they serve is the real thing. He explained that to get the full flavor, one must stick the entire sushi roll in one's mouth. I can't even begin to describe the flavors. Sticky rice and silky fish, the gentle creaminess of avocado. And the flavors burst forth complementing each other in such an explosion that when you put it in your mouth, all senses are imediately concentrated on this indescribable variety of texture and taste in one little roll.
We went there twice. I don't think I have ever had such a savory experience in any restaurant. And the food isn't heavy. It leaves you perfectly full and happy. No honestly, one bite and I couldn't stop smiling.

Yours truly,
Butterfly girl

Happy Easter

Mother managed to cajole us into going freezingly to the sunrise service today. It was lovely. I have since molted many layers of finery from said service and am currently focused on soaking in a years worth of Vitamin D.
I have also had the shocking discovery that I am indeed a carnivore. I have eaten so little meat lately, simply because I tend to distrust cafeteria meat. But suddenly I am thrust into devouring Mom's cooking. Meats in sweet and spicy sauces, sausages. I find myself raving about meats I generally hold in disdain. But alas, all this heavenly home-cooking has simply strengthened my opinion that cafeteria meat is to be avoided,despite the slight craze it produces after eating good meat.
Our family has spent hours at the sea: gathering shells, flying kites, reading in the sun, and walking the streets and for once in a very long time I feel like I'm actually living gently. The sun and the ocean does miracles to ones disposition.
Jesus is risen and I find him in the most usual and unusual places.


Yours truly,

Butterfly girl