God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across point champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…

This scar is a fleck on my ( Read more... )

Yesterday was absolutely ridiculous. Got a new bra. Went to Wendy's. Got a spicy chicken sandwich and a coke. I did not get fries because I never have enough room to eat them and they just go to waste. They gave me fries by accident and I felt pretty guilty about taking them. Then I only ate a couple of them and felt even more guilty for wasting ( Read more... )

"There was a lull. Eliza prowled about my livingroom, looking at my books, which she couldn't read, of course. Then she returned to me, and she cocked her head, and she said, "People get into Harvard Medical School because they can read and write ( Read more... )

So I guess this thing is back or something ( Read more... )

Last night I had some crazy visions in a cough medicine/sleep aid/falling asleep stupor. At one point I saw a family, father, mother and son, each hanging in a little hammocks made out of hundreds of strings just hanging from the sky. They were about to die for some reason, and the father said in a calm, peaceful, faraway voice "are you ready now? ( Read more... )

The Quiet Type
The Rich Kid
The Scenester
The Beat
The Philosopher
The Asshole
The Outdoorsman
The Politico
The Skater
The Stoner
The Nerd
The Film Student
The Boring One

this
is
gonna
be
good

Here's what's happening.
I graduated, went home for a minute, went to Europe for a month with Claire and it was completely, incredibly, totally, utterly amazing. We went from Amsterdam, NL to Heidelberg, DE to Berlin DE to Prage, CZ to Interlaken, CH to Rome, IT to Monterosso, IT to Geneva, CH (just for a night. There was a rave going on outside ( Read more... )

Ugh. Just grow up.

I really don't mean to take a tone here but... if you're a poor speller, why not take the time to look up the correct spelling of a word before you go ahead and use the incorrect one? Does it really take that much time or effort to do a little research? I suppose the better question would be this: are you such a poor speller that you are entirely ( Read more... )

Officially
a real live grown-up.

At least until grad school.