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So yesterday I started a new position. Now I work two part-time jobs that currently equal full-time. I am an office staff person for one of the deans at the University I work at, and now I've been hired by the Department of Criminology and Criminal Justice as an academic advisor. When I don't have anyone to advise, I'm supposed to spend my time working on their website, and on a PowerPoint w/ voiceover presentation to go onto their website. Have I ever advised students before? No. (In fact, I just graduated myself. Have I ever done much web stuff before? No. Except this summer I was kind of thrown in to updated information for some websites. I was given a brief overview of how to do this in theory, and then after the person who trained me left, they gave me things to do. It's a good thing that I like trouble-shooting, and learning new things! I just find it amusing that I've been hired to do these things when my degree is in Theatre Arts with an emphasis in Costuming. I still do theatre things, too! Currently I'm designing costumes for a high-school production of "Kiss Me Kate." It pays to be a Capricorn, because I don't think I'd be able to handle so many different things at once otherwise! I know, this isn't a long blog, but then, who said that there were really any rules to blogs anyway?!

Okay, here is the surrealist poem I promised in my last blog. Keep in mind, I was sick, and I was asked to write something that at least alludes to Greek Theatre.

Oedipus Eyes

My infected brain likes to

Compare nonsensical things.

But then, what else can one

Expect from an infected brain?

Japanese messengers turn into shrimp.

Children's books are intellectually adventuresome.

And I,

I become Oedipus Rex.

No-

I haven't slept with my mother-

Or anyone in my family for that matter.

I have however, considered

Gouging out my eyeball.

This pinkeye-riddled globe has

Metamorphosed into a gooey swollen slug-

Leaving a crusty ooze in its wake.

How is this Greekish?

My hubris will not allow me to admit my own folly

And carelessness in acheiving primordial sludgehood.

No-

I blame the house!

So, that was it. Not one of my better poems, but hey... they say to write what you know, right? And at the time, all I knew was that my eye was really bothering me!

So here it is, five days after my first blog, and I am just now starting to feel better. There were a few times when my body tried to fool me into thinking that I was getting better naturally, but then I would just get worse. Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday and they gave me antibiotics... apparently there is a good chance that my sinuses were actually trying to leak out my eyes! Gross and painful yes.

Okay, last time I promised to tell you more about the surrealist poetry inspired by Greek Theatre. Well, one of my friends needed to do a "learning portfolio" for one of her classes (a class I happened to take last year), and she wasn't sure what to put in it. A couple of my friends and I decided that since this term of the class focused on Greek Theatre, and the instructor is a fan of surrealism, dadaism, and a whole bunch of other artistic isms, we would write poems for her to include. Yes, this instructor knows at least two of us who wrote poems, but we decided that he would be all the more amused by the fact that we wrote poems to be used in her portfolio. Seeing that my ailment was basically the biggest thing happening to me at the time, I ended up writing a poem in which I compared my eye problems to Oedipus Rex... who actually gouges his eyes out at the climax of the play. I'll post a copy of the poem in a following blog if anyone would like to read it. It is weird, I'll tell you up front... but I had fun with it. (Although, to be honest, I like the poems that my friends wrote more than my own!) Oh well, until next time, take care!

Hello to all. I know, I haven't been really responding to messages and such... but that is mainly due to the fact that I've mostly been checking my online things while at work. Bad girl! I know. So I'm in a bit of a weird mood (not that you could tell or anything) because I haven't been feeling too well lately. My roommates and I finally moved out of the deathtrap of a house that was going to eventually kill us all and my body seems to have said ENOUGH! On my way to the house my eye suddenly started to sting and it felt like there was something stuck inside it. Within an hour it was gooing and swelling. I ended up calling in to work this morning because when I woke up I had to wash my eye in order to open it. I can't tell if it is pink eye (YIKES!) or some kind of other infection... there is so much pressure built up that I couldn't taste anything throughout the day. Blech! Maybe my sinuses are just backing up.... um... through my eyeball? I don't know... My only hope is that the other eye doesn't start acting up because I need to get things done at work! Grrrr. I just want to sleep. Oh well, maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.

Anyway, if you don't actually know me, hello, I'm Amy. I figure if you could make it through this strange blog, we should get along fine. Oh well, I'm off to write surrealist poetry based on Greek Theatre now. I'll explain next time.