so, today

Meh there is always a meandering stage. I always meander. Maybe I like the word itself, all mellow and whimsy and easygoing.

I should really be starting to make this blog about something. Maybe I'll write about past trips and then put on the pictures. Maybe I'll write about dreams? Flash fiction? Longer fiction? Fiction outlines? Just put up pictures? Rant like the world is mine?

Today, I went to my old school, an ancient university, the oldest in the country (Hey! You're not allowed to wear shorts in here!-security guard. YES BUT LET THE MIDDLE AGED LADY WITH THE SHEER LEGGINGS PASS RIGHT ON BY)

I met with my friend Tortoise, and Ponyo, and our teacher from grad school who is currently head of a CW center sat us down for a chat and some ice cream.

"This office is haunted," she calmy stated. She would return to find that the printer had produced paperwork, some survey sheets about children, "Completely no relation to what I do!" And poetry manuscripts had mysteriously found their way to her desk. She was completely, flabbergasted, although elegantly so. We stayed for a good couple of hours just chatting, before we took our leave to go have lunch, to energetically discuss A Song of Ice and Fire conclusion theories, before switching to a milk tea place where the conversation would veer off from stories about floods, to naming parts of the reproductive system in Filipino.

i am the most boring blogger on the face of the planet. Shet lang. I hope people from the MA program don't see this, identify me, and then subsequently kick me out.

"The nerve of you to write this way!" they would say, "The nerve of you to write this way!"