Two or Three in One: Read Between The Lines

The fog rolls in, bright white flashes, 

       pulsing with slow moving ticks of the clock

Burrow deep, shuddering

       against the tight tangled clump of day 

Beating it back, drifting 

       into the calm, the spinning shadows

in a darkened room.

-Britny Musson

UCAS: The University of Lincoln and the Conditional Offer

The letter has been received, I should be completely relieved

They just need a copy of my degree, the one my college sent to me

My mother is without answers, but we blame the medecine and cancers

My grandmother is just the same, she will not take any blame

It seems that while they were cleaning, they have forgotten where it was hiding

So I am not upset, with maturity I will not fret

My alma matter, it would seem, will happily send a replacement to me

But of course, there will be some additional fees

The road to education didn't run smooth

And it will take more than this to ruin my mood

UCAS: Falmouth Uni and the Unconditional Offer

A flurry of chills and sniffles greeted me quickly

The croak of a cough rising with the morning

And with a phone call, my mood would change

Another place in the UK was waiting for me

Though I still feel like death warmed over

This happy news has me once step closer

My first week back home

At first it was flights and a time zone change

Pretending to unpack and meetups to arrange

The mornings arrived faster and errands piled high

My mother and I, to the hospital we would drive

And then came a Tuesday full of interviews galore

Repeating myself with enthusiam was the chore

And now after 72 hours of jobless couch surfing

I have been hired, stress I will be purging

Story Time: The Trip To The UPS

Waiting for a package to arrive

Suspense is hanging in the air

I hurry home to open the prize

But only find a note there

Another day, another plan to time

I chart my journey to the source

But there it seems they cannot find

My package, reason, or an alternate course

So home I travel, seething

Full of rage and indignation

And then the phone is ringing

There is news from the station

My package they did discover

When I was moments from home

Should I return to the center

Or have the pick up postponed

In the end I did return

Weary of the trials and stress

And though UPS I'd like to burn

With my new bag, this I did suppress

Hump Day!

Today is hump day, or the middle of the week, 

Which means that its time for a little celebration.

On the internet, its also Whovian Wednesday

For me, its also two days away from my nervous break down

Between packing up my apartment,

Still putting a full 40 hour week in at work

And all the last minute goodbyes (which are eerily similar to trying to proposition me to have a no strings attached hook up before I leave the state),

Lets just say, I might be

Just a little bit