Reveries and Passions
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sam.hsieh
twenty.two
biochem.uw
saved.by.Grace
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Monday, May 08, 2006
dang diggity donuts
after a week of textbook editin'...i know that cubicle work ain't somethin' that'll tickle my fancy. sittin' on my glutes for 8 hours a days is ridiculously tiring. i also interact very little with people as most of my work involves...well, the textbook. i've become quite quaint with Holt Environmental Science, yet i do not even know the guy's name in the cubicle across me.
...and i'm also beginning to lose my ability to socialize. sometimes when i try to talk, i'd get tongue-tied and slurred. havin' very little human interaction and sunlight has resurrected my hermit state similar to that during final exams.
i foresee myself gainin' 50 pounds this summer and making 14...inanimate friends.
the only ray of hope i see is...softball...cause that's the only sport where fat-mans rule and non-artificial UV light aboundeth.
also haven't been really inspired to write/do anything poetically mesmerizing either. no fair maiden to spark that Haiku nor ribs succulent enough to make me eat it with retributive justice.
therefore i will combine some of my favourites rhymes together to make...a poem never poemed before.
Organs
Your smiles make my heart fart,
Your eyes make my liver quiver.
Your voice hearkens my bladder gladder,
Basically, when i see you...i wanna throw up.
The End.