Kylie Mantei

Do you know how ridiculous it is to have to maintain so many blogs, on so many different servers?

I like to think I am a person strongly capable of multitasking. But when I use posterous for personal writing, wordpress for my nonfiction review blog, tumblr for photos and friends, twitter for the little thoughts, facebook for photo sharing and events, instagram for photo filtering, travel pod for my travel woes, and youtube for videos… dang! What is my life about?!  And half of these have auto-post options, I’m aware, but as they are all for such strictly different things, I’m starting to have a bit of a panic.

It might be time to invest in a kylie.com

and not the kylie minogue one.

Maybe ill start using tumblr more often because my thoughts are safer here than they are on twitter.

I forgot about tumblr again.

I SPENT 9 MINUTES ON AN IDEA FOR A JOKE POEM AND THEN PRESSED PUBLISH.
This is why I won’t stream in poetry.

I’m choosing to write a poem from my bed,
Because of everything happening in my head,
And no.
I don’t intend for it to rhyme.
Free verse, perhaps.
Free, drifting through life without strings,
Like me.
Because a poem,
A person,
Doesn’t need permission to fly unless they seek it,
Expect it.
Wish for it.
Most poems have rules
Line rhythms and beats,
But this one won’t
Because I don’t.
Shit. Another couplet.
I want strings.
A guideline to sway between the lines of,
A point of destination,
A purpose for the poem.
Every piece should have a purpose.
What’s yours? mine?
No, never mind.
This isn’t what I meant to say,
I just want a couplet.
A set of two words,
Different but alike.
Comfortable.
I’m just stuck in free verse.

I really WANT to be the kind of person who tumblrs.
I’d post photos and quotes that everyone would like…
I never usually get what I want though.
That’s why I’m lying here, going over everything in my head.

ROAD TRIP THROUGH AMERICA, OR BUS TRIP THROUGH UNITED KINGDOM?!

WHICH ONE SHALL I TAAAAAAKE

(It’s Tuesday, Tuesday, gettin down on Tuesday…)

I’m less than a week into my busiest semester ever, and I’m already overwhelmed.

It’s not to say I am ill-prepared. No, I’ve figured out when every single reading, assignment, and test is up until exam week. I bought a day planner. My monthly dry erase board has 8 different color codings. I am to prepared as annoying is to Honey Boo Boo.   

Eventually, though, I’ll lose focus. I’m almost sure of it. I’ll forget an assignment, which will put me a week behind, or I’ll accidentally double book my shifts, or I’ll forget to learn my lines for the play that I’ve assigned myself to memorize for the week…

This is panic mode 101. 

This is fourth year.