Went back to Dr. Colby this morning for my one year check-up. She and I are both crossing our fingers that I don't have to schedule another colposcopy. It's worse this time, because I know exactly what happens and how painful the whole process is. But I suppose it's better than ignoring the situation. At least with the colposcopy, I'll know if ( Read more... )

Went and saw The Skies Revolt tonight. Effing AMAZING. I mean, I had heard them before on MySpace, but wow... just wow. I felt kinda cool knowing someone in the band, too. Which is extremely dorky, but hey - that's what I am. If you're dorky, own it. =P ( Read more... )

Going to Sheila Heti's reading in the Baber Room last night might have been the best experience of my life as a writer. Having her stand there and say that it's the writer's choice what goes into a story and how the writer's duty to a story is to put in exactly what he/she feels is essential to the story was simply amazing. After the three really ( Read more... )

"I can't choose, it's only you. Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel... I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised. Do you understand? It's only you, beautiful ( Read more... )

Thinking back on the past few years, I realize how many people have entered in and exited my life. Most of those people I appreciate for at least one or two reasons, they taught me something about myself or about life in general. Sometimes, I learned about the kind of person I didn't want to be, or I could see something in the person that I ( Read more... )

I'm sick. My head feels as if it's stuffed with an entire box of kleenex, my face is throbbing because i'm so congested, and I have a headache. Not to mention, I've also acquired a nasty cough and sneezing fits ( Read more... )

"I will pour the water down on the thirsty barren and streams will flow from the dust of your bruised and broken flow and you will grow like the grass upon the firtopped planes of Asia by the streams of living water and you will grow. Oh, you will grow."

... kinda wish I had the whole album. But I don't.

ridiculously bored, so I'm doing another one of these damn things ( Read more... )

So... the weather was so friggin' bad on Tuesday that my mom and dad wouldn't let me leave the house, thus forcing me to miss my two writing classes. I mean, they could've made me miss today and I would've been thrilled... but my writing classes? I live for those. They're the only classes I understand ( Read more... )

Kinda scared of my poetry class, now that I've gotten into it. I think it's just because I'm always wondering if people are thinking weird things about my "dark" writing... and I don't know why I care... but I do for some strange reason and I guess I don't want people that I don't know wondering about my mental stability... not that's it all that ( Read more... )