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Ichabod!

2003-04-24 1:08 p.m.

yesterday i got a package from my mom ::and there was much rejoicing::

it contained a blessed gertrude hawke chocolate peanut butter egg and a book. i think its always been my mothers tradition to give me a book for easter, usually spiritual in some sense. the only one i can recall at the moment is from two years ago, she got "keeping the faith" by one of the notre dame priests on campus (why cant i remember what i got last year? ::sighs::) anyway. this year, she actually sent the book to england believe it or not. and this year, it was the collected poems of w.b. yeats. i always kinda wonder when i get something like this from my mom, cause i certainly have never mentioned yeats to her before. is there some kind of significance here? is she telling me to be more irish? did someone recommened it? if so, who? or did she just think, hey, arivanna likes poetry, shell love this! and i do love it. i just regret not visiting ireland now, cause i think i would appreciate it so much more

and i realize now that one of the reasons i like poetry is because its like a puzzle. i love word games, and poetry makes a real puzzle out of language (language is a virus!) but once you get the key to that particular poet, you can puzzle out the meaning of their poetry.

my adjective: volatile.