Hi, and welcome to my blog-turned-place where I post my writing. This is my outlet to put them up, which was radically different from the blog that this started out as. I hope you'll have a good time reading my blog/place where I post some poetry and some short stories. I try to cover a variety of topics in these works of mine, so I hope any readers will enjoy it. I'm not an English major by any stretch, but I enjoy writing. Critique would be nice for my writing, cause lord knows I could work on it. Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Weird dream last night involving Taylor Swift and UMW

So as the title indicates, I had a weird dream last night involving Taylor Swift and UMW. The principle was that, since every year the UMW Philharmonic brings in a celebrity to perform with us (this year it's Kenny Rogers, next year is James Galway), apparently we somehow pulled of Taylor Swift coming to Fredericksburg and perform. This is notable for being odd for the reason that I have never listened to one of her songs before; maybe it's my sleep deprived brain trying to send me a message. Who knows. Anyways, apparently she played with us to a super packed auditorium. The weird part began after that. Like, apparently we suddenly got transported to a fairly outdoorsy, woodsy area that definitely was not Fredericksburg. If anything, I felt like it was Lynchburg-ish territory, but in the woodsy outdoors. Anyways, apparently I and some other unnamed, blurry friends of mine had to do some work on a pathway, and apparently it was also university mandated as well. And Taylor Swift volunteered to do work with us too. In heels. I'm not sure if she wears heels in real life. So we did our work and the like, and we were talking the whole time. Eventually, I got to talk to her one on one in private; I honestly forget what happened here. But for some strange reason, in the dream I got transported to a sketchy-ish, 1950's era garage, where I got paid for doing the job. And then I got transported to what I thought resembled part of New York city, where I was desperately running back to get back to campus and meet up with Taylor, all the while avoiding some guys who had seen my cash that I was paid with and trying to mug me. And then my alarm woke me up.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Conan does poetry again part 2: "Rainy Streets"

He was walking down the rainy streets
With his thoughts pouring down as hard as the drops of rain.
Everybody around him scurrying for shelter. Not him.
He was embracing the rain. Embracing it for the cleansing it brought to him,
brought to his life.
His mind was oddly at peace with the world.
He was experiencing a peace that he hadn’t experienced before-was this bliss?
To him, it was. The joy of nature’s tears relieving him of his sins, he felt lighter.

Conan does poetry again: "The Traveler"

He looked at the road ahead of him,
the long and winding road.
Oh the road that would take him to places he had dreamed about.
This was it. This was the time.

He had dreamt of these places,these magnificent places
in maps and pictures. He imagined the people he’d meet
in foreign lands.
He imagined the places he’d see, the experiences he’d leave with.
The souvenirs he’d bring back; his home was filled with them, oh yes!
The tales that would be told and shared, oh yes, the tales
Of the places he’d gone to and the things he did
All would be stored in his memory for as long as he lived.

But first, he had to depart on the road. The road towards all of this.
It would be a long road, that was for sure.
He knew that when he came back, he would return changed.
Change for the better.
      Because, he saw the world.

         Saw the beauty of it:
                       a vast, colorful world.

Obligatory St. Patrick's Day post

St. Patrick’s Day is today. Here’s a little thing in honor of it, and I apologize for how fragmented it is. Eh well, guess that's how my thoughts are for today.

So to start off, my name's Conan, which is a Gaelic name. So already, that covers anything Irish. Therefore, suck it wannabe-Irish-people-for-the-day. I also have my clover boxers on, which I bought in Ireland. This fact means that I have more authentic Irish-ness that most people today. I am also wearing my Welsh shirt too (which isn’t Irish but hey, we took a “ferry” from Ireland to Wales, so it’s the property of association). And then I could break out my Scottish kilt sometime today too. So in conclusion, I’m more in the spirit than you probably are right now for St. Patty's Day. Awwww yeah.