Emily Dickinson & A Deep Love of Bacon

[Funny.. I couldn't find one "funny" picture of Emily Dickinson. So, here's a picture I found on cardboardlove.com & a part of one of her poems.]

"I Came to buy a smile today
But just a single smile
The smallest one upon your face
Will suit me just as well
The one that no one else would miss
It shone so very small..."

Lately, I've been living life like Emily Dickinson. You know the one- locked up in my house, basically only focused on writing and learning and et cetera. Two differences, though. One, I'm not depressed [well, every once in awhile, but not manicly depressed]. Or suicidal. I just temporarily haven't had a life. Two, I'm pretty sure she didn't eat junk food like it was going out of style. Thank goodness for my teenage/inherited metabolism. :]

Oh goodness, it's getting worse. The smell of bacon is entirely intoxicating right now- it's swallowed me whole. I would never be able to be a vegetarian, just because of how much I love bacon. Our dog is named Bacon, for Pete's sake.

So, secret #239,484: I don't necessarily like green vegetables, but I will put up with my Mum's homemade green beans just for the whole slices of bacon.

People are a bit PSYCHO these days.

Right now: You are SO much.
Too hard to ignore.
Too painful to talk to.

In three days' time:
You'll be home.
Be bored
Be sad.
Then I'll be sad.

By next week:
Back to normal?
Back to talking more than once a month?
I hope you hope so.

When school starts:
Will it all matter?
Will we "keep in touch" like we have this time?


God, please let things go back to the way they used to be.

Lovely Bones

Perfume
rose bloom
coats the tips of your fingers,
Drenched where your spirit thrives.
Your hands
Not like
your hefty heart
So dainty, shape and size.
The arms
Your scars
Like shining stars
They make you weak, not strong.
Shoulders
So wet
From people, upset,
Like that's where they belong.
Your face,
Oh, your face,
It doesn't matter.
Don't worry now,
The mirror won't shatter.
A lovely soul,
And lovely bones,
Them that way's best,
That's all that matters.

[ Tell me what you think, please. :D ]

Listen to THIS. Gorgeous, pure voice. People like this make me wish I could sing.

Polka-ing.

Ahhh. I feel so refreshed- like my mind went to a day spa or something.

I've traveled deeper into life through the medium of music these last couple of days, wading in all the experiences I'd missed out on before.

This is the most I've ever felt like I know who I am. The most I've ever felt like me: Macky.

You know why? I've finally gotten over my inferiority complex. Well, for now. It's absolutely glorious, to feel happy finally with who I am.

I've felt the roots under the soles of my shoes. They branch farther & deeper than any one person can remember.

Going to where you know you belong can do that to you, you know. I belong in Illinois, not here, four hours away. After this summer [and almost even now], there's nothing really anchoring me down to this place. Emotionally, at least. Monetarily, I'm stuck here until I graduate.

So now, on to what you've been waiting for: polka-ing. My grandparents apparently like to watch "Big Joe's Polka Show" every Saturday night. I discovered this while we were there. Fascinating, really- people from 20 years ago in normal clothes [for 20 years ago], just with now-ridiculous haircuts [several mullets] and suspenders. The most amusing part of it was listening to the people sing in different languages. I don't mean to sound mean, but ever since my friend did a project involving "Fahrt en de Zukunft" [something like that], I can't help but giggle at anything sounding like that.

I like tasteful accordion music, though- not going to lie.

Anybody wanna be my polka partner? :]

Love, Macky

Greetings.

Sorry I haven't been here in the blogosphere for awhile. Went on vacation with the family. It was good. I needed a vacation from vacation. :]
I spent most of my 4th of July 5,046 feet above sea level. On mountains.

It was kind of interesting. I ate breakfast, but for some reason I was like starving hours later. I mean, I've tried not eating before, but this time I was severely hungry. I mean, I have a good weight and all, but I eat like a pig. So, it wasn't the best time of my life. Then I found 5 dollars.

Sorry, not really. I decided I'm just going to add more exciting ends to my stories, to make them not seem pointless. :)

I hope you had a happy 4th of July [or happy Sunday- whatever floats your boat.]

Packing again. This time for Illinois. Damn, how I love that state. I've only been home one day and I'm already sick of it here. All that good ol' KY drama gets me everytime- I can't escape it. It'll only get worse for awhile, but then hopefully it'll get better.

I really need to write about some things I'm thinking about [involving my pre-blogging past and future], but they call for very long, lengthy posts. So, I'll save the rest for later.

I'll be back Sunday or Monday,
Macky