A few years ago, I created a tumblr account, today I created a blog. This is for the small victories in life and the small failures.

Month: March, 2015

Poem-A-Day: Haikus!

Cycles of Nature

a series of haikus


Fields—dry and barren—

warmed by hot waves from the sun—

a wild fire waiting.


Raindrops dripping down

onto leaves of all colors—

leaving the air crisp.


Glistening branches—

wet and white, covered but bare—

seem almost lifeless.


Buds burst into bloom—

a phoenix from the ashes

ascending to life.



LoL Things That Piss People Off

I’ve been playing a lot of League lately. And I have compiled a list of polite gaming behavior that players should use.

  1. Don’t be an asshole.

That’s it. But some people don’t understand. So here are some easy guidelines:

  • Call your lane. If someone has already called that lane, call a different one. Switch it up. You want proficiency in all lanes and as a jungler–not just as bot lane. Support and ADC are bot lanes. 
  • Tell people if you’ve never played your character before. If this is your first time playing as Fiora (or other character), tell your teammates. They will appreciate it and be patient. Also, they will most likely give you tips on how to play her (or other character).
  • Call your missing enemies. A lot of people ping to call for assistance, to signal retreat, and most importantly if your enemy is mia and might be heading to gank. If you do it, your teammates will be grateful and they’ll start doing it (in most cases).
  • Leash your Jungler. A lot of people will either have 2 top and 2 bot, or 1 top, 1 jungler, and 2 bot. The jungler needs to be leashed. This means help them kill their first monster. Make sure they don’t die. Experienced junglers will ping you away, when they have a handle. Otherwise watch and help for a bit. But make sure you don’t kill the monster. That’s the jungler’s job.
  • Answer your teammates assistance calls. If you teammate dies, your teammate will feed an enemy–an enemy who will soon be too amped up to kill unless taken care of ASAP. This will hurt your team. Answer your teammates calls for help. And they’ll be more keen to answer your calls.
  • Don’t kill steal. If your teammate has ample health and is about to kill an enemy, don’t kill the enemy yourself. If you’re either in a mess of a battle with 4 or more champions and struggling, or if your teammate is low health, kill stealing is okay. But if they put up a fuss about it, apologize. 
  • Don’t put up a fuss about kill stealing. Seriously, don’t do it. Especially if you are playing a support or ranged character. Your main goal as support or ranged, is to support your team. You should get more assists than kills. Likewise, if your teammate is a support or ranged character, don’t be a baby. They will not have nearly as many kills as you, with some exceptions. Let them get a few kills. If kill stealing becomes a real problem, bring it up on chat. If the problem isn’t addressed then, report the player after the game.
  • Don’t be a dick in chat. If you’re playing with someone not as experienced or leveled as you, don’t repeatedly call them a noob, stupid, dumb, retarded, or any other names. Not even if they’re the asshole doing that and you want to call them an asshole. Report the player after the game for verbal harassment. Don’t harass them back. Don’t lash out at them either. Don’t spam the chat either. It’s distracting and could kill a teammate inadvertently while they’re looking at your 50 pings. Offer help if a teammate is feeding or looks like they need help. Don’t tell them to go fuck themselves or that they’re such a fucking noob and so stupid.  EVER. You have no idea what is happening on their side of the screen.
  • Don’t join a game if you have to be afk at any point. Bathroom breaks are okay during long deaths. Emergencies are okay. But don’t start a game then leave for a concert halfway through. It will cost your teammates the game. League will penalize you and your teammates will report you. Vomiting and such emergencies are okay. Sucky internet is okay.  But if you’ve been throwing up every 15-20 minutes, please don’t start a game. You won’t be able to finish it. And it will hurt your team. Likewise if you’ve been trying to playing a game 3-5 times and your internet is being funky and keeps disconnecting you, don’t start another game. It’s not cool to your teammates. They will be playing 4 against 5 most of the time. It’s just not cool.
  • Don’t be afraid to report players who are abusing you or are purposefully hurting your chances of winning. That’s why there’s a report button.
  • Honor and add players frequently. At the very least, honor the players you admire.

This has been how to be a good/neutral player on League of Legends.


Roomates are gone? PARTY TIME.

Currently, I am home alone–excluding my two cats. One of my roommates it’s either on vacation for spring break, or just living with her boyfriend during that time. The other one is taking four days off and vacationing somewhere. Anyways, that means I am home alone. And I was told I could throw a party or do whatever. So guess what I’m doing?

I’m watching musicals. And playing WoW and LoL. And using the dishwasher.

I started with Aladdin just for the hell of it.

Then I started watching Repo! The Genetic Opera.

And I’m almost done with Hairspray.

I’m not sure where I will go after that, but I miss Fiddler on the Roof and Phantom of the Opera.

Ooh I also have Moulin Rouge!.

Long story short: I am the best roommate you could ask for.


P.S. We usually hand wash our dishes because there’s not that many.

The blood of artists.

Artist Blood


Like Shelley’s water

boating phobia.


Like Keats’ blood—

speckling cough.


Like Van Gogh’s ear

clipping razor.


Like Plath’s oven

burning flesh.


Like Cobain’s little

drug addiction.


Like Ledger’s alcohol

chased prescription.


Like heroin in the addict’s system,

sorrow laces the blood of artists.


When I was younger,

I mistook my blood for melancholy.


The greats all die young

my professor once told me.


P.S. This is one of my personal favorites.

Newspapers and Van Gogh

Syria Assists U.S. in Strikes Against ISIS

I am a wilting flower.
My brothers and sisters shine.

Why am I not sun
as I am flower?

I am America’s ally

in the strikes against
brothers—my own brothers.

A dozen sunflowers
sit in a bicolored vase and
one is wilting—

I wilt, because
I am America’s ally.


P.S. I mixed two poems together. One on a newspaper article and the other on Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. 

Modeled after Jennifer L. Knox’s “The Opposite of Crunchberries”

From Fuck to Fuck


The opposite of fuck is love.

The opposite of love is, likely, racism.

The opposite of racism

is watching your white son marry someone not white


and crying tears of joy.

The opposite of tears is tears

in your favorite sweater

that you try to fix in desperate desperation.


The opposite of desperate

desperation is thinking optimistically.

The optimism opposite

is a mental illness that was cool before it was cool.


The opposite of hipsters is

hippies with bell bottom jeans and a tie dye shirt.

The opposite of adults

is a single child with no fucks to give.


P.S. This was a poem for an assignment that changed drastically. It used to make more sense.

Poem-A-Day: Day 2

1980 Subaru Forester

In response to “The Righteous Dopefiend” exhibit. 

Car lights aim for me,

terror clenches my throat with

needles popping out my arms.



Wife screaming,

Me leaving,

Drugs calling.


The bank reclaims our house.

I squeeze more fluid straight

into my blood stream.


Walking into the doctor’s office,

watching his lips move,

“Your daughter will be born,


but she will be born dead.”

Stillborn they call it.

My marriage ending:


my wife sobbing,

my needles healing,

my wife screaming.


Packing a bag with

one change of clothes

and all my needles.


Ending my marriage

because I could only feel

by plunging a syringe at my elbow.


Starting my 1980 Subaru

Forester needle in hand

route unplanned.



I weep.

I deserve to die, but

I don’t want to.


I brace for impact,

street lights stare blindly at me.


P.S. Here’s the image:


Two cats: One cat, one dog

I have a cat who acts like a dog. And a cat who acts like a cat.

One of them follows me around. And refuses to let me be without her.

By this I mean, if I shut my door (it’s a sliding door), she will open it a sliver then sit outside.

She’ll also keep her paws under the bathroom door. And barks.

On the other hand I also have the cat who sunbathes inside:


who is content laying in a basket:


who forgets that he is playing with a string:


In conclusion, I own two cats. One is a cat and the other is a dog.


BAM. POETRY. It’s the start of something new.


I have made the executive decision to start posting a poem a day. Because it will force me to edit old poems and eventually write new ones. Since my long term goal is to study poetry at Iowa State University, this seems like a good plan. Today, I’m going to start with a collage poem I wrote in an advanced poetry class.





P.S. It probably needs a better title. I’m open to suggestions.

Whoops I did it again, I forgot to post. Another recap.


I took a short sabbatical. Mostly because I was graduating, homeless, then jobless for the longest time. Well now I have a house with my two kitties and two roommates. I also have one job possibly two, hopefully. So let’s get into it:

  • I got one/two jobs.
  • I am single and lovin’ it.
  • I wrote and edited 15 poems.
  • I lost a lot of sleep.
  • I cried over zutara.
  • I yelled at mako.
  • I cried over zutara.
  • I read Speak.
  • I cried over Bellarke.
  • I cried over Kyle and Raven.
  • I caught up in PLL, OUAT, and Reign.
  • I watched all of Modern Family.
  • I started reading A Clockwork Orange.
  • I went job hunting. I had three interviews.
  • I slept.
  • I started rewatching The Big Bang Theory.

The end.


P.S. Have some pics:

10991130_789450601146850_6187236035323959656_n iroh_side_banner_4 tumblr_mjib35L5R81rl69fso1_500