Innsmouth Tuesday

Before I start: Great I am capped D:
That means limited Facebook and Tumblr. OH TUMBLR T_T
Anyway, what a day it has been. Mix up with classrooms set us back a good twenty minutes.
Also received last semester's assignments! I did better than I thought I had D's and HD.
SO BOSS! Just another review class on what we did in Editing last semester.

Active vs Passive
Plain English 
Short sentences
etc. 

More assignments though, already.. And will be going to a few theatre plays in the coming weeks.
Should be fun. I said I would go to Bell Shakespeare's one in June but I didn't end up going then- I had work.
But this one is just after class, so I don't really have a reason to miss it.
The class is so big now, too. An additional 15 students just threw our little pseudo-Community "study group" apart. Well, we were being a little elitist. For jokes though.
Tomorrow we are going to be in shit. Half of us from last semester, like 6/24 now that we have the new intake, still haven't gone and printed our magazine designs. Printed on actual magazine paper with the shiny finish. I forgot what it's called. PR will be fun though!
Looking forward to the weekend, going to Zak's housewarming on Friday. Going to get fucked up! Not sure if I will go clubbing on sat night though, although I told my mate I would go to Karma. Just went last week with the boys. Speaking of last week, it was excellent.
Also, wrote another poem in the morning. It's certainly not as good as yesterday's but I think it should suffice.
It's another, yet again, tribute to Lovecraft. And this time it features good old Innsmouth from A Shadow Over Innsmouth. I really need to cut down on this mental/fear/horror/Lovecraftian stuff :/

Anything to be an amnesiac,
an elixir for my mind.
I travelled far to outposts
and ill was what I'd find.

I saw the horrors in that village;
the hazy seaport's heritage.

Secluded behind the mountains,
it defied all the world's creation.

I left and spoke of monstrosities
to Arkham's scholars few.
I was hid away for heresy;
occult and madness, too.

Doctors far and wide
all saw in me a font of evil blight.
Every day was filled with a bitter woe,
for my mind was such a dreadful foe.

Ten years I waited for them to come for me,
beckoning was my waning health.
For damned are those who went and found,
the distant town of cursed Innsmouth.

You can see what I was aiming for with the rhymes but the structure is terrible.
And I cannot be bothered anymore. So there it is, in all it's imperfection.