Punk Poetry

According to my English teacher I look like I write punk poetry. Now, I didn't have a clear image what it exactly meant, but thanks to that comment and the fact that K insisted I'm not a punk poet, I needed to do research. And after doing some little (very little) research I have to agree with K. I'm not a punk poet. And I think I don't want to be one either. I want to believe my poetry differs from PP by being... well, darker maybe. But hey, I'll give you this new and not-so-exciting example: 

Blue eyes, full of water

Everyone says it doesn't matter

For me it means simply all

Guess I need to make a call

Have to call the Heavens

Make a timeline for my penance

Pay this debt I have collected

Cry again for the time I've wasted

Well, that one might not be my best example. LOL. But you have to compare a punk poet to me. Mostly I understand they are also musicians and I'm definitely not one. This teacher of mine is otherwise quite nice, but deciding on what a person is like by the way they dress is not something I recommend a teacher should do. And this last sentence makes my little circle of complaint full. Yay, next topic.

About that vlog I promised to do. It is still on the way. I mean I still intend to do it. I even have an idea. But now it's just waiting for me to set everything up and just do it. I have the equipment (yay, I lent some from home) and the topic. Now I need myself to be put together, have the energy and also the courage to do it. I might need help with the last one. Lately my courage levels have been all over the wall. I confronted someone about a subject I've been dying to deal with and after that... Well, let's just say Elvis has left the building. 

The rest of my life has moved into this lovely rhythm that may make it seem a bit boring. There have been some interesting episodes. My parents had a party last Saturday and I of course attended it. It was fun enough. Got to eat some delicious food, drink a bit and chit-chat with some of my immediate family. But the real fun was Thursday night. It was Freshman day and later we had a nice "little" after party. I got drunk (not particularly proud of it...) and danced to "music" I have despised for a long-long time. By that I mean, d'n'b and (shudder my friends) dub-step. My neck still hurts from the so called dancing I did. At least I wasn't alone. At least S was nice enough to keep me company as K took off early AGAIN. And A.J was so wasted, she must have some tiny black spots in her memories. The evil side of me wishes it were so, but the nice side feels bad for anyone who went totally overboard and are suffering the consequences of their actions. There was one big change in the relationship I have with my neighbors: we got a long perfectly. I hope we can continue to do so after the party haze has been lifted. '

Anyway, that's all I have for you today. I will try and not fall asleep now as I am currently at work. Keep your fingers crossed I get some sleep tonight. I.T was feeling very bad last night, so no sleep for me either. Fun times, who wouldn't want to be a 20 something college student at this time. Life is good (LG...)

xoxo Regina