Metaphor upon metaphor is a euphemism

Three weeks three days.

We had a reward challenge this morning and me and Adam failed miserably. I sort of drifted into a rare form and needed to excrete unwanted emotions and so I wrote this:

When I played football, the coach would reassure my team before every game of some reliable absolutes. We shifted our weight uncomfortably on itchy grass, the shoulder pads pinching our skin, our eyes feigning a piercing concern for what was about to fall from our coach’s mouth. He told us to look down at the thick blades of chlorophyll-stuffed shrubbery beneath us, and to look up at the gaping cerulean sky above, and to know that no matter the outcome of the game, the sky would still be blue and the grass would still be green.
At least then I could be aware of it. In here I am constantly reminded of my losses or gains. I’m not trying to be a sore loser. I just know I’m disappointed and am trying not to take any feelings out on anyone. I asked that my roommates didn’t misinterpret my coping methods for any anger directed towards anyone but myself. The reward was to go to the NY Giant’s training camp; so I painted an empty Vitamin Water can blue and red with the white ‘NY’ on it so that hopefully Alyssa and Jon can get some autographs for my dad - whose always been a fan.

I was informed recently that I should incorporate a poem in my blog. Perhaps I can add some longevity to my stay here at FCC by attempting to entertain readers. This little stanza thing was written a while ago, but sort of follows suit in this competition:

Metaphor upon metaphor is a euphemism
Poets use for lie upon lie
And since life’s a poem,
When do we die?
When words fall apart
When the ink all runs dry?
I’ll write forever,
Until I never die.

Tomorrow’s challenge (yes I realize my blogs are an unorganized stream) is clutch. I would love to win immunity and attain some power. Rumor has it the challenge deals with endurance, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to excel (depending on the type of endurance).

The mood in the house is somewhere between nonchalant and buzzed. We are jittery with anticipation, but also weighed like cardboard soaking in a puddle of grease.
I killed a huge mosquito today. Ate some fries and took a nap. (You see what I mean?)

My tentative plans are to wake up refreshed tomorrow and not swing at the first pitch or the curveball. Hopefully I’ll crack the code and make as many people smile as I can.


- glass three quarters full