notebooks full of
epithet pages and Le Châtelier and
Alice Doesn't Live Here AnymoreI thought ( Read more... )

Equally I love remembering and forgetting to wear sunglasses on days like today; in one case, I am cool, lips pursed, perusing, pursuing; in the other, I am silly and real, squinting and smiling. (other times I smile: while walking, reading, sleeping.) My bug bites were vicious yesterday, but today son desparecidos, no son. and iTunes, seriously, ( Read more... )

They changed the way they want our addresses written. I'm almost positive both work, but from now on use this one:

Avni Shah
The College of New Jersey
Wolfe 222
2000 Pennington Road
Ewing, NJ 08628-0718

Yeah, whatever. Just put a return address.

Avni Shah
The College of New Jersey
Wolfe Hall, Room 222
P.O. Box 7718
Ewing, NJ 08628

goodbye!

This morning I felt bitter and sullen about stupid things and it was familiarly liberating to cry when I heard Crash and Burn (5/7/03: Thank god for Savage Garden and best friends). I am trying to be busy and get things done today but when I hear Sleep I am paralyzed until it is over (and then I need to listen to it again so in the end I don't do ( Read more... )

I love the feeling of recognizing a date.

If you think about it it's really sort of disgusting the everything the lot of it and I'm contemplating whether or not I should become friends with myself at this point; no earlier point, ever did I (pensar still means to me, foremost, "to plan" and can you or can you not blame things like that on teachers) did III I.. hmm. The sickening thing, ( Read more... )

I just decided I liked this one better.

Portia. I was wearing brown pants (rolled up; sand destroys corduroy). Nine of us, trinity squared. Endless, and a room with a bay window. Walks on planks, off planks, a pizza place. People came and went and the days were seamless then. No In Hib It Ions. Freakinggg absorption. I know how you feeeeeeeeel ok. After changes upon changes we are more ( Read more... )

They cut down that big beautiful tree. We saw the stump, uprooted, in a pile of dirt where the tree used to be. God.