Mice Infected with Bubonic Plague Missing

NEWARK, N.J. -- Three mice infected with the bacteria responsible for ( Read more... )

All our movies still suck. So Mom rented "The Interpreter" (and for some reason, "The Polor Express" which I will never, ever watch just on principle) and guess what, that sucked too.

And some time make the time to drive out west ( Read more... )

There's always the secret voice inside me that desires sickness so I can lay in bed all day and read books and make my family bring me glasses of orange juice with straws. That voice is of course, immediately silenced when I actually DO get sick and have to lie in bed MISERABLE all day long with the overwhelming urged to fling glasses of orange ( Read more... )

I love October. Everything about it is haunting and beautiful: the scattering of leaves blowing through empty parking lots, the chill of coming rain, huge yellow moons, the cliche-ness of the writing around this time (less beautiful, more haunting).

Robert's gone. Everyone on this side of the equator seems to be finding ( Read more... )

It’s always been hard to disguise the fact that I am a witch. The trait comes in on my mother’s side of course, my father’s side being mostly potato merchants and lackadaisical fools. While my classmates worked very hard to achieve a nice line of A’s running down the report card, I myself have attempted to “blend in” so as not reveal my true ( Read more... )

I am of the opinion that if you write about your new baby in your hot pink xanga, you should not be having a baby.

Today I recieved my very first issue of The New Yorker. The front cover is a washed-out watercolor of a saxaphone player standing above an ocean of a city. In the background, red houses gurgle up from the vast blue and the potted plants in the window droop as if exhausted. A streetlamp peeks through, waving its attached street signs ("Bourbon" ( Read more... )

Today I painted my toes purple.

Grrrr, wild thing.

I have stayed in the same spot virtually all day long, taking breaks only to run around the house and chase my brother with pillows and pee. This stupid paper is taking me forever. As the first paper of the year, I feel I need to make some kind of grand impression, something that really sets the standard for how serious I am about writing and how ( Read more... )