Snow n stuff

So. We’ve had a lot of snow. Heh.

(click here for a couple more pictures)

And so one of the American Lit assignments this week was to write a poem in the style of Carl Sandburg’s Chicago. Here’s mine:

Kenai, Alaska
(c) eam
All American City,
Fishing, Hunting, Capitol of camping
Player with dogs in front of sleds that pull for 200 miles
Raining, snowing, cold
City of ingenuity and strength.
They tell me it is nowhere, and I believe them, for I have seen the small homes, empty streets, and barren wastes.
And they tell me it is frigid and I answer: yes, it is true, I have seen the backs turned with noses raised.
They tell me you are empty and useless, and it is there I must finally disagree.
Show me a city where people, no matter the snobbery will hold out a helping hand to one in need.
Show me a place where it is safe to walk the streets at night (as long as one does not mind the close commune with Moose and Bear), where there is a place for me, and you and she and he and though views are so different ? if he has need, she will be there.
Bundled up
Shoveling
Together
Under the whitened layer of icy cold, under the chill of forgotten people, under the wasteland of beautiful mountains and singing seas, under the brilliant array of colors within the aurora borealis, under it all is the heart.
Beating and brimming with joy of life, of the strength of her people, hardy and strong for the trials faced.
Bragging of cold and warmth alike, the frozen north heated by the spirit of her people
Never forgotten
Forever strong
Laughing and singing the songs of old
remembering the fight of those before, preparing for the fight of those yet to come,
sweating and proud with the fight to survive another day in this,
the American City, of fishing and hunting and camping, of sled dogs that pull through rain and snow and cold reveling
in the strength of the land of the Midnight Sun.

Which naturally leads to this weeks journal entry:

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And. Well. That is all. *chuckles* (gee, I’m so exciting lately, hm?)

The black cat…

This weeks journal entry for american lit. What kinda WOD player would I be if I didn’t highlight the story we red by Edgar Allen Poe?

Exactly.

Click here.

That is all.

(lessa is very very tired. heh.)

Heh.

Just in case you all thought that that Karmic week from hell ended up on a high note? It didn’t.

Early friday morning the Asshole was arrested for a misdomeanor weapons charge. Since I’ve been up all night working on a hella messed up web page job (I FUCKING HATE FRONT PAGE! if you use front page to “design” then you should be KEELHAULED and then SHOT and then HUNG BY YOUR NECK UNTIL DEAD! What a fucking piece of SHIT program. There is NO NEED for all that extra coding crap! none at ALL! This guy has 497 htm pages (that’s not exagerating. I counted.) and ALL of them in front page, and it’s m job to strip it out.

ugh. already 8 hours in, about 1/4 the way there…. ANYWAY)

as I was saying – since I’m exhausted – here’s how I told TBF….

[18:53] me: You. said a week.
[18:53] me: A week long ordeal.
[18:53] TBF: *blink* Huh?
[18:53] TBF: OH
[18:53] me: My weeks hould have been OVER on Thursaday.
[18:53] me: Thursday.
[18:53] TBF: *LMFAO*
[18:53] me: Yes.
[18:53] me: Oh no.
[18:54] me: Wait for it.
[18:54] me: …
[18:54] me: …
[18:54] TBF: It’s gotten better, I see
[18:54] me: …
[18:54] me: …
[18:54] me: …
[18:54] me: ..
[18:54] TBF: *waits for it*
[18:54] me: THE ASSHOLE GOT ARRESTED FRIDAY MORNING!!!!!
[18:54] TBF: WHAT?!
[18:54] me: (yes, has been waiting for you. *L*)
[18:54] me: YES!
[18:54] me: fucking ARRESTED
[18:54] TBF: *is…. DYING….. but…*
[18:54] me: I had to BAIL HIM OUT
[18:54] me: 250 BUCKS!
[18:54] TBF: I mean, I can help but laugh at it…. cause I know asshole…. but wtf happened??
[18:55] me: Well. *Snort* you see.
[18:55] me: He and J went into town.
[18:55] TBF: (See, you made the mistake of saying something went right in eclat)
[18:55] me: and. *L*
[18:55] me:

(Pasts convo with earlier friend to save typing…)

[04:54] me: just had to bail the Asshole outa jail.
[04:54] Tish: OMG!!
[04:54] Tish: why??
[04:55] me: misconduct involving weapons in the 5th degree.
[04:55] me: he was carrying a switchblade.
[04:55] me: not even using it, not even driving the car, not doing ANYTHING…. no reason for them to even pat his ass down. fucking troopers
[04:56] Tish: thats messed up
[04:56] me: [04:36] me: He and his buddy were headed to the store.
[04:36] me: They saw the cop pass…
[04:36] me: they both had seatbelts, everything was fine
[04:39] me: half mile down the way, trooper turns around, and follows them and stops them in the parking lot of the store – said J (the friend) had brighted them… they both said “uh, no…” and they said “well, you didn’t have your seat belts on..” and they said “uh. yeah we did..” They said J was driving on a revoked license (he’s NOT.) and Assholes tarted to get irate, they told him to calm down or they were gonna arrest his friend, he calmed down, then they said up against the wall, we’re taking you in too – asshole says on tape “if your going to cuff me, you should know I have a knife at my back, so don’t be surprised to find it there.” The cop says ok, pats him down finds his 3 blades, and arrests him because all three were technically illegal.
[04:39] me: the switch, and the other two are double edged blades, and the one on his belt buckle is concealed.
[04:40] me: so basically its a mojor turmped up charge, that he’s gonna beat, but still. it’s almost 5am and I spent the last 3 hours waiting for them to just sign the fucking paper work after I paid his 250 bail to get his ass out of there.
[04:41] me: J was arrested with 500 baile for driving on a revoked, though its court documented that his license was fine, soeone dropped the ball at the DMV.
[04:41] me: had to get my DAD out of bed to pick p J’s car so it wouldn’t be impounded….
[18:55] me: (cuts n pastes – and yes I did. *L* but isn’t my dishwasher LOVELY? *L*)

[18:56] TBF: omfg. *LMFAO*
[18:56] TBF: an d yes, it sounds like bullshit
[18:56] TBF: and yes, it’s quite lovely
[18:57] TBF: same color as mine, actually
[18:57] me: *laughs* Yeah – we were laughing too.. but god.
[18:57] me: fucking. ARGH.
[18:58] me: I didn’t sleep for like almost 38 hours because of the shit. my mom is PISSED.. my dad thinks its funnier then hell
[18:58] TBF: basically, sounds like they were looking for something, and were able to fuck him cause he carried those illegal blades (he should KNOW better *LMAO*)
[18:58] me: they confiscated his flask and it DISAPPEARED…. until I started calling and raising a stink and they found it “being held for you” in the ARRESTING TROOPERS DESK!!!!
[18:58] TBF: *LMFAO*
[18:58] me: We’re pretty sure they arrested him because they wanted J…
[18:58] me: they sent SIX FUCKING CARS!!!
[18:58] me: SIX!
[18:59] TBF: *HOWLS*
[18:59] me: because J’s file? says “tends to be hostile, and affiliates with Hells Angels..
[18:59] me: and assholes says “Always armed”
[18:59] me: SIX FUCKING CARS!
[19:01] me: Called the troopers today, he explained that he wanted to check on the statute – because dammit, I looked the motherfucker UP. *L*
[19:01] me: and it’s…. VERY… vague.
[19:01] me: The trooper even said “well hell, that’s pretty much open to interpretation isn’t it?”
[19:01] me: *snort*
[19:02] TBF: yes, this is why I just stay on the OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET and quietly mind my own business *L*
[19:03] me: He tried to get inside. *L* hopped out of the car and headed into the store, they stopped him and J was all “Dude, it was so obvious you were gonna run…” he looked one way, saw the comes coming, saw the reflection of lights off the store next to them meaning cars in the BACk, AND two behind him and one on another side. *LAMO*
[19:03] me: whats even funnier…
[19:03] me: is my spy network?
[19:03] me: SOOOOOOOOOO works well.
[19:03] me: and its completely unintentional.
[19:03] me: *L*
[19:03] me: I knew within 2 minutes after they slapped him against the wall at the store. *LMAO*
[19:04] me: he called finally. “uh. honey?” and I was all “Fuck man, I already know.” *L*
[19:05] me: Robert – wayward son number 2? happened to be driving by with his brother, and beat feat to tell me. *L

So. heh. been a long week. or two. or three. bah.

But hey, here’s my journal entry for American Lit last week – based on the Scarlet Letter.