German class was much too boring one day, sooo… this is the result. Hitting on first years (I was in 3rd year at the time). So much fun, and yet, so unproductive. (Ok, hitting on ANYONE for me is unproductive. But, it can be quite amusing.)

Kindof reminds me of the time in 1st year Orgo when I basically asked out this interesting, super smart, super nice girl with a poem (which I don’t have a copy of, since I assume she burned it or some such… lol). She shot me down… which is fine. Of course, now she acts all weird around me, which I just don’t get. Sometimes, she talks to me normally, but most of the time I get the impression she wants to run away. And I mean *RUN AWAY* in big, bold, capital letters. For a time as a twisted sort of experiment I tried to drag out chance conversations with her as long as possible, but I guess that might be considered cruel and unethical. Since I wasn’t finding out anything new and insightful anyway, I gave up. *shrug*

It’s funny though, she followed me to Toronto. (OK, “followed” isn’t exactly the right word, but it makes it more funny. Coincidence, at most. *g*) More recently, she’s actually in my Residency program, as well. I think she really IS following me… :P

Hmm…. women. I’ll never understand them.

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Faerie

Copyright © October 2001

A faerie being
sits beside me
every perfect line and curve
of her elfin frame proclaims it.
She smiles with a regal air,
her long fingers delicately poised
upon the page holding her work.
They seem so light,
all but floating above the book,
blessing all that she touches,
with her angelic light.When a scintillating smile tugs at her soft lips,
her eyes gleam with hints of boundless joy,
and her vermillion hair is set aflame
with the energy of her uncaged spirit.

Sprouting feathered wings of pristinest white,
beating once, twice, and away;
the angel is gone,
no Earthly trace
of her presence remains –
Save the ethereal image,
of her graceful form,
forever graven in the minds of men.