It's Valentine's Day, and this is the last time this century that Valentine's Day will have a full moon. The next one's in 2014. Last time, and Richard's so far away. Last time, and it's raining out. Last time, and you can't even see the sky. What a gyp!

Anyway, hated the midterm. Tried to get out of there as quickly as I could and tried to get it out of my mind as soon as I turned it in. Funny thing, the first thing to pop into my head after the ordeal was Bart Simpson's "Aye Carumba!" (Aye Carumba! What a test!) I even composed a little poem about the little yellow dude:


Aye Carumba!--What a catch phrase!
I'd like to be famous like Erkel, he prays.
But he's gone far beyond
because everyone's fond
of Bart Simpson, the boy with the square yellow face.


Well, so it's not Shakespeare. I thought it up while walking to my car. Anyway, maybe I'll actually do more than just one-third of the reading for the next test. Perhaps then I'll do better.

Okay, I've done my journal time. I really must run now (Run away! Run away!--Monty Python). 'Til next...

2-15-95

Well, I went to my third poetry reading in the series today. Victor Hernandez Cruz.

He was actually pretty good performance-wise. He read with a lot of feeling and rhythm--especially with that one about certain Spanish?/Hispanic? dances. He read it almost as though he were actually dancing, timing it with some sort of band and all. There were, however, a lot of other poems that just flew over my head; I actually wished that I had taken Spanish instead of French.

But my favorite poem was the one about hurricanes (or was it tornadoes?) and getting hit by mangos and bananas. Funny stuff.

My kind of stuff.

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