I like my room when it's clean.

Being abroad makes me realize exactly how big the world is and how little I am. I thought being away from Grinnell would rejuvenate me. I thought i needed a break from cynicism and I found it. But I find myself scared. Like when I was five and would cry at night because i was so certain that THIS was the night that the vampires would come and ( Read more... )

When I grow up, I too will go to faraway places, and when I grow old, I too will live beside the sea."
"That is all very well, little Alice, but there is a third thing you must do"
"What is is that?"
"You must do something to make the world more beautiful."
"All right" I say.
But I do not know yet what that can be.

-Miss Rumphius

I blame Redd for the following procrastination.

I am Progressive Girl
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Today I am pretending that my room is the world. The comfort of coffee, still warm in my hands,and the familiar spines of well-worn books hold out like sentinels defending off the "real world" outside. Dostoevsky, Whitman, Adrienne Rich;they guard off the newspaper in a flurried battle. My window is time. And I, the outsider, can peek through ( Read more... )

"When heat leaves the walls at last ( Read more... )

The smell of rain makes me happy.

I wish I was an optimist. I wish I could believe in the meaning I try to construct for myself. I wish I could have faith in the good intentions and actions of the United States Government. I wish I believed in Democracy. I wish that I was actually intelligent. I wish that I was socially adept. I wish that I lived in a world with justice. I ( Read more... )

So now I have a live journal: BEWARE! DANGER! And yes, I did just write this so I can see what happens when I update my journal.