So, radio show—
I was totally expecting that girl to show up and co-host with me, but she never appeared. Very curious. I frightened her off, perhaps? (Heh, heh, heh… says the little voice that is the wolf side of Reeser and doesn’t want to share)
Unfortunately, wouldn’t have mattered if she had, because the webstream was down and I lack the knowledge necessary to ficksit (if I say “fix it” it comes out as one word. I do not enunciate, apparently)
so instead I spent my off-air time being pleasantly surprised that Melody called me, but of course I missed the call because I was scrambling around to switch out music in the eight seconds before the Station ID would be over playing…ugh. I called her back though and half of the time I don’t even think I heard what she was saying (I am a monster, I swear it I am) because I was trying to do too much at once, and then usually when she talks all I have to do is find the appropriate response from my bank of “conversational autoresponses” and she will never know that I didn’t actually hear what she was saying. Lucky me she doesn’t read this and never asks me if I’m listening to her. I’m sure it’s because I’m a chick and therefore she just assumes that I can do a gazillion things and listen actively to a conversation at the same time (I can’t, btw). Or…maybe she never asks if I’m listening because she just never thinks about it and trusts me to listen because we’re friends.
…don’t I feel bad now? (yes)
Anyway, I did pay attention to as much of her talking as I could…she’s at a training thing for two weeks to be a certified dog trainer for PetCo or PetSmart (I forget which, but I remember helping her answer questions on the application—they asked her what appliance she would be if she could be any household appliance, and I told her to put “refrigerator”. I don’t remember why a refrigerator, but I had a reason at the time) and she was bored at her hotel room and thought she should call me since she had nobody else to talk to (I just read that sentence and my self-esteem plummeted…I’m sure she didn’t mean it that way, that she was only talking to me because there was nobody else. Well, I’m almost sure. Pretty sure.)
and she was eating Cheez-it Party Mix and I told her she should share it with me since I was running all about and didn’t eat a proper meal today at all, and she would have if I’d been closer. (Always about me not being close. Why did I have to go and make my best friends people who live states away?) And then I had to do a break and was talking about cannibalism—not real cannibalism…like…um…I wasn’t talking about it in practice, but as a literary device—because I played a song by Autumn Cannibals (Jeff has such a nasal voice…! >.<) and had been reading a lot of poetry through that I want to start reading on my show, a lot of which is inexplicably about cannibalism in some form or another, and I told her not to eat her friends. She promises me she won’t. Probably because I’m not close, so that is a good thing in this instance, her being one of my very good zombie friends, though she denies being a zombie at all.
Are you following any of this? If you are, I applaud you.
…I slept for 3.5 hours when I went to bed at 5:30ish yesterday morning, and I still have a buncha homeworks to do before I go to sleep tonight. See what having that snow day did to me!!! I slept all day and now I’m nocturnal again. Ugh…
I miss Melody.
Today I read a poem that I copied from and didn’t even remember doing it. I swear I didn’t copy, but I must have! All I remember though is the situation I wrote about, but then—BAM—there it was in front of me, slightly different, in the words of Andrew Schwab. There was what I wrote. Almost. Except that it was addressing the vampire, rather than the vampire’s…addressee.
When did I write those poems that I submitted to Dionysia??? They’re all about…well, two are about the same thing. Last New Year’s and how I was woken up that first day of the year (What the hell are you doing, silly?), but the other one is about something that happened almost six years ago (funny that I remember what I was wearing, huh? That awful red and navy collard shirt…), but I can’t have written them until this past spring at the earliest, because I used a word that I adopted from someone else, and it wasn’t Andrew’s word…
Hmm. What a mystery.
Angie gave one of my poems a three, and the last one a four. I hope they’ll make it in. I think Rex gave those two both threes. They’ve all given my story a three…I’ll make it in, I hope.
But that was a tangent. All of this is, actually. Well, not really, I mean to tell you all of this in exactly this way because I thought about it before I started…and then after I decided what ideas to follow, my fingers started typing…
I wrote a really fine self-pitying poem today during the break that I took from the radio studio…I skipped my Shakespeare class to load music, and that’s actually part of how I got to the poem. That and Dr. Griffith asked us to write one to turn in Tuesday, just to keep in the habit of writing poems.
I wrote mine about being WXCU’s specialty director. It’s lovely. Go to my show’s MySpace page at www.myspace.com/screamsinthenight and look at my last blog posting. That’ll be my poem.
And lastly, what I wanted to tell you because it’s been stuck in my head off and on all day—I found where Joe Whiteford disappeared to! Joe from Calibretto or Calibretto 13…Joe who is my height (not very tall, in other words) and sounds like an angry, punk leprechaun in some of his songs (High 5, for instance). I was excited to find this band.
They’re called “Harley Poe and Joseph Whiteford”. Very nice.
And they have songs about a lot of the things I keep coming across in my music selections lately: cannibals, zombies, vampires, and…transvestites. I wonder about that last one. Are these artists trying to tell me that transvestites are one more breed of monster? That’s not very nice, but really…I’m not saying I couldn’t understand, given that one song is about one “Queen Bill” who goes around killing people, and another one is about another unnamed individual who kills people and cooks them for his unsuspecting wife…is that like Charles Manson? I don’t know that story, really… but it sounds familiar.
Ah, but anyway… the song made me laugh. Really quietly and for a really long time, given that it was 5am yesterday and I was having a tremendous lot of trouble falling asleep.
Hmm…I think I will write a poem maybe about Kerri’s recipe for blood smoothies. I was thinking about that, too, while I was listening to all of these cannibal songs and reading cannibal poems (I think one of them is by a man called Simic. The name of the poem is “Fork”) during my show. Of course, Kerri is a zombie, too…and her recipe was only invented to help me recover from my kidney infection two Decembers ago. I guess she figured blood smoothies would help since I am the vampire. Why aren’t my friends my same species? Hmm…I need to find a vampire friend somewhere. Chris might like to be one, but really…he’s too nice to be a monster of any sort. I couldn’t have him be a monster.
Oh, and I’m supposed to maybe talk to Mike this weekend. And Winter Jam!! I’m excited! I get to intern at a big concert! Dunno what I’ll be doing, but it should be good times.
Oh, and I talked to some people today. Cait offered to feed me because we were talking about schedules and I said I wouldn’t have time to eat today (I didn’t, really), but I couldn’t take food from her. I felt bad about it, but she was really very kind to offer. I like people when they’re nice to me. Sometimes it makes me want to cry because people who I barely know will offer to do nice things for me. Why don’t I ever let them? See, this is why I don’t have close friends who are close and I have Tennessee zombie chicks for friends instead. I swear…
And Shane (Shawn?) who DJs before me is a nice guy. Usually DJs don’t much talk to me when I’m in during their shifts, but he’s very talkative. I gave him the extra candybar that fell out of the vend machine. What was I going to do with it, anyway?
OKAY. I am done writing pointless things while I’m hyped up on too much caffeine and too little sleep.
Announcing your death should be like announcing that you are a lunar moth: It must be done quietly or it will not be believed.