Welcome, Maggie, to the machine Maggie Balistreri's Café Mo. The author of The Evasian-English Dictionary fame joins the rolls. And already comes up with some interesting etymological postage.

I fell so hard on my butt today. It's not a metaphor, I literally fell flat on my bottom today, other than that, things are hunky-dory, even as an enormous bruise forms on my crissy behind.
The last two poetry class sessions make me think that Yes, perhaps writing school is indeed an option for me. I've written two poems for class thus far and they were well received but more important than that is that I was happy with them and knew they were good. I know I'm good, now to convince the New School. And also, poetry or fiction or nonfiction or writing for children? So many decisions, one short semester. At least I don't have to take the GRE, that is one blessing.
I'm pretty freaking happy and stuff. I have no urge to blog, I want to write more for real. Not that blogging isn't for real, but it's not really for real to me anymore. So updates will be less frequent I guess, I don't know. But I am way into learning photography now, so I guess check Buzznet if you want to cyberstalk me.
Babies, I say don't let them poison you. Much love, much love.

Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules. Mr. Maine brought over The Godfather box set and Scarface last night. I'd never seen either (insert gasps of shock and horror here, about how I managed to go 23 years without at least seeing The Godfather).
At least now I've seen The Godfather. I don't know if I'll make it through the rest of the box set, although Mr. Maine left it here. Well, actually, I do know: I'm not going to make it through the rest of the box set. I didn't dislike the movie, but I can definitely see how it's a guy's movie. I might have to watch it again just to iron out a few plot points, but the beginning was so slow. It got infinitely better once people started dying.
Mr. Maine was at the library until 10 working on his note for law review, so while I waited I watched The Big Lebowski. I haven't seen that movie since I was in high school, but damn. I need to buy the DVD. I was dying, cracking up on my couch.
Now I'm off to the library to work on a settlement letter for legal writing. Problem: I forgot to get my new exam number. This means I cannot get it until 9 AM Monday, when my professor's assistant's office opens up. Our letter is due 9 AM Monday. Damnit. I hate to lose points on something so stupid as being late. Note to self: Get shit together.