{"id":89,"date":"2001-05-14T12:04:30","date_gmt":"2001-05-14T20:04:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=89"},"modified":"2001-05-14T12:04:30","modified_gmt":"2001-05-14T20:04:30","slug":"bad-poetry-good-luck","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/05\/14\/bad-poetry-good-luck\/","title":{"rendered":"Bad poetry, good luck"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>tomorrow night i am reading some words and rima is singing some songs, so tonight we had a dress rehearsal in our living room &#8212; &#8220;dress rehearsal,&#8221; i called it, but really we were in our pajamas and i can assure you i won&#8217;t be performing in those. my pieces, of course, were mostly sad because all bad poetry is sad. <font color=\"#999999\">(ok, so i actually like what i&#8217;m reading, but it is so dear to my heart that i am on the verge of having a coronary just thinking about it.)<\/font> hers, because she is my comic relief, were hilarious, and i laughed so hard i collapsed on the futon, burying my head into the velvet pillow and holding my belly from bursting.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">*<\/div>\n<p>my mom helped me rearrange my bedroom so that it follows feng shui because, you know, good luck and all. but i didn&#8217;t tell her that i don&#8217;t believe in that. <!-- and hi. i thought catholics weren't supposed to be superstitious, mom. --> last week, i slept on the floor surrounded by boxes and dirty laundry and good things happened, anyway. the week before that, i lived in a dark box with wood panelling and a window that overlooked the kitchen counter and, still, i was happy.<\/p>\n<p>this is how my life has changed in the past two weeks: i hear more music. i give more away. i say what&#8217;s on my mind. i make coffee in the morning. i wake up to sunlight.<\/p>\n<p>a few minor adjustments here and there, and i would be the happiest girl alive, but i guess there needs to be something to keep for my dreams at night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>tomorrow night i am reading some words and rima is singing some songs, so tonight we had a dress rehearsal in our living room &#8212; &#8220;dress rehearsal,&#8221; i called it, but really we were in our pajamas and i can assure you i won&#8217;t be performing in those. my pieces, of course, were mostly sad [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}