In fourth grade I cried a lot and when I did my teacher Mrs. Sanchez wouldn't comfort me, she'd just harden and be meaner ( Read more... )

So I'm home in Newton and glad to be here, for now, even though my friends aren't home. I need this break from routine, from faces, from thought - too many philosophers in such a short period really fuck with your head ( Read more... )

So I think that dreams -the ones we have while sleeping- represent our irrational fears and desires. Like I'll dream about dying in an airplane crash, or going out with the guy I'm attracted to, or getting totally screwed in the housing lottery as I dreamed last night. Maybe that's a good test for whether a fear/desire is rational: if you dream ( Read more... )

It's unsettling, this clish-clash of high school and college lives, this blending of Newton and Providence, of people who know one part of me, and people who know another ( Read more... )

I got my first piece of hate mail.

Depressing, especially since the guy wasn't even disagreeing with me - he just missed the tone of my article. Which means I didn't write it well enough.

But hey, now i'm a real writer.

Today I sensed Spring on my skin - I wore a T-shirt and when I took of my jacket in class, my arms weren't cold. Also, I noticed a tiny spray of indigo flowers thrusting up from a chink in the sidewalk on Benevolent Street. The hints and teases will continue for another month, at least, before the real signs emerge, but they are enough to hold me ( Read more... )

Your Seduction Style: The Coquette


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One current feeling is confusion over my inability to accomplish a variety of tasks in a relatively long stretch of time. Today, for example, I woke up at 11:30am, but the only productive thing I did was answer one question of my econ homework. And now it's almost 8:30 on a Saturday, so there's very little chance of additional accomplishment. ( Read more... )

It is beginning to occur to me that second semester will not be simply a euphoric continuation of first semester.

I'll spend the next two days learning to expect that, so I can enjoy whatever new intrigues the spring will offer.

Somehow, I think I managed to sign away my life to a newspaper once again.

There's a certain tiredness I only feel when I have done nothing at all - not the exhaustion after a decent run, nor the dizzy weariness following a night of studying, nor the triumphant fatigue that settles in when I finally sit down after a long, productive day ( Read more... )