Padded Cell Princess Maggie at Padded Cell Confessions has graciously presented an award to this humble commoner. I have received this award before, and I've been turning away award presenters (I'm waiting for my Academy Award or some sort of award for grammar); but I decided to accept this award because it's about sweetness. I need virtual sugar in my life. It's also a relatively simple award. I only have to think of three random things to tell you about myself.
At this point, I don't think there's much about me you don't already know.
Oh. Wait a minute. I reread Maggie's post. I have to tell you seven random things about myself. This may require creativity. Which of these seven do you think I've invented? If any.
1. My favorite play by Shakespeare: King Lear
As an early spring approaches
the air surrounds us with the pink of apple blossoms
and a sky so blue it could split the air in two
yet I stop to wonder why you are not as devoted to me
as Cordelia is to you
2. My favorite quotation from Shakespeare (from The Scottish Play):
Life is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury and signifying nothing.
3. I don't do craftsy, girl stuff, but I love to bake and dress up and wear pretty jewelry.
4. I wanna be an Aronsky; that is, I want to join Rory's family and intend to do so as soon as it is convenient, which means never. Is never good for you and your family, Rory?
5. My mom made a stuffed Winnie the Pooh for me when I was about six. I slept with him and cuddled him until I wore him out at age 19. Then she made me another.
6. The best essay I wrote in college was for my Greek Mythology class. I wrote about the use of mythology in A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man by James Joyce.
7. When I was growing up, my favorite TV show was The Waltons.
I'm supposed to present this award to three people. Bloggers rarely accept the awards I give them. They just pretend it's not there. What to do? What to do?
I'll give it to The Frisky Virgin for being so very frisky; The Writer Currently Known as Rory at Scraps of Literacy because he needs to accept awards graciously (don't make me call Mom, Dad, and Meridith); and Maxwell at Misanthropy Chronicles because it will probably piss him off and he enjoys being pissed off.
Have I fulfilled my award-winner obligation?
I do believe I have.
Thank you very much, Maggie, and if you are a blogger whose award I've turned down, I'm very sorry. I'm not as gracious and thankful as I should be. It's because I'm sad and some people don't like me, and I'll never again write an essay as good as the one on portrait of the artist and I'll never write a poem as good as Sylvia Plath's worst poem, and I have dozens of excuses, but I'm tired so I think I'll try to sleep for a bit.
Infinities of love,