Short, terse, unfriendly,
Yet sometimes quite emotive;
I am the Haiku. What Poetry Form Are You?

And I really didn't even try to get that.

It’s 1:23 in the morning, and here I am. Parked in front of my computer, listening to a short polish woman talking about her bad haircuts. Meanwhile, my instant messenger is keeping me connected to a tiny Russian girl who refers to herself as the "rain fairy," and a 21 year old person from Massachusetts who refers to himself as the"hug bitch". My ( Read more... )

Huzzah. My internet now works.

I feel a little guilty about it, but I am so ready to go back to school.

I'm loving, chasing, running after you.
I'm watching, taking, holding what you do,
And I'm counting, hoping, wishing you would too,
And I know that it's all I can do.

- "All I Can Do," by the Javier Mendosa Band

My Day in Hell... I Mean Art Class ( Read more... )

Went out with Jo tonight. It was ok. Very low energy. I know I was low energy just cos I feel so anxious to leave here and go back to Amherst. Mom argued with me, and when I came back, she had her bedroom door closed, and lots of perfume sprayed. Smoking again. ::Sigh:: I wish she'd stop ( Read more... )

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE...

::combusts::

This would be easier if A. Nate gave me his number or called, B. Freeman acknowledged my existence, and C. I had a car.

::Goes insane from boredom::

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UMass.
Rachael.
Rachel
Dan.
Shaun.
Matt.
not being brutally murdered by Dave.
Bare Feet.
Hi-speed internet.
Gay rights activists.
My mom.
My overall lack of disease.
Sean Astin.
Samwise the Hedgie.
Ninja.
Shrewsbury people who've always been there.
Karma.
Learning experiences.