(A while back I posted the "Why I Write" essay for my Creative Writing class. This was the second part of it, the edits, about why we write "how" we write ( Read more... )

What a strange set of breaks. Are they really breaks if you barely take a breather?
Driving home late tonight, after I close. Because no one helped a sister out.
And sincerely, fuck you.

(We were to describe a scene, us as the camera, for five pages ( Read more... )

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Watching people on the Metro makes the morning ride a little more enjoyable.

I'd like to think that when they smile as they listen to their iPods or scroll on their BlackBerries, it's because they heard a song, or read a story that reminded them of someone they love.

It was a brisk 30degrees outside during my morning commute.
Having still not mastered the art of dressing warmly, I was the only poor sucker in a medium length jacket and sandals.
And I am not exaggerating about this.
I hope my teeth chattering and frozen toes at least made the natives laugh, enjoy their Monday commute just a little more.

So where am I at right now ( Read more... )

Baby be prepared to be surprised.
You better be prepared to be surprised.
That's all I know.

The leaves are changing color (foilage, i haz it). Sondre Lerche keeps coming up on shuffle, and his music is synonymous with fall in my head. Fitting. Warming. Lovely ( Read more... )

I really feel like my body/brain are about to just give up on me. I can't remember the last time I got more than five hours of sleep.

All my roommates and friends are going home for the three day weekend, and I can't wait to sleep all three days, watch 'I Love Lucy' marathons, and read a book or two.

BLERGH.