NSA Here I Come

Composed 9/3/13
Description: One of my first assignments of the year is to interview another person in my class and do a 90 second powerpoint presentation over them. We were encouraged to use photos from Facebook in our presentation, so I have spent much of this evening Facebook stalking some random guy. Which is just about the most fun/interesting thing ever. (PS This guy looks like a total sweetheart.)

I have discovered
My ideal job it would be
Facebook stalking folks

Wanderer

Composed 8/5/13
Description: A day late posting of yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star. (I did write it yesterday; other things just distracted me from posting it.) Anyway, as a college student approaching her senior year, I think about this question of “what do I want to be when I grow up” often. As a child I really never had a solid idea, and even though I almost have my major now, I still face endless possibilities, and my desire changes weekly.

I could never read the stars
Or find my path in dusty books
I wandered along with the wind
Letting it push
Here
There
Anywhere

I had no plan
My guide strangely silent
As a child I loved the wind
Its push
The possibilities
But now I long for a wooden path
And an outspoken escort
I don’t mind the where
As long as there is one

I could run in so many directions
And win the race in all
But which will hold the grandest prize?
I agonize
Which trail to take?