Admission Day (New Jersey)/Mother Goose Day/Bake Cookies Day
2003-12-18 @ 10:09 p.m.

I just finished typing out the Powerpoint presentations for both my worship sessions, along with the chords. It looks very neat, perfect even. Then again, I did it, it ought to be perfect, almost anyway. While I was looking for two blank floppy disks to save the presentations in to bring to camp, I stumbled upon a portfolio of poetry and prose that I put together in 2001 to apply for CAP. It was mortifying to re-read that stuff! I wouldn't call it bad writing, more like really, really bad writing. I wrote all that stuff in a very short span of time, comparable to the time I take to write poetry now. The quality is vastly different though. Maybe I'm being overly critical, but my language was seriously clumsy back then! Not that I'm claiming my language now is very sophisticated, but at least it's somewhat there. I don't think any of the poems there could be improved. I suppose the themes could be reused, though they're not exactly in vogue. The poems themselves will never again see the light of day if I can help it. Come to think of it, I possessed a very bizarre imagination a few years back. I compared poetry to grass and readers to cows. I wrote an entire narrative with the title Milk And Apples, which the story had precious little to do with. This is so weird, looking back at myself through the lens of my past writings...