I put a cigarette out on my leg today. All through rehearsal I was antsy, and then I remembered why. I went out to smoke with Jake and Sam, and while I was sitting there and we were talking in the dark, I wondered out loud if it would hurt to put a cigarette out on my arm. They both just sort of stopped talking and looked at me, and Jake said ( Read more... )

-his crazy hair ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like I don't know where I'm going. I'm standing in a grassy meadow with this huge, wide-open plain in front of me. There's a big hill way off in the distance, this massively wide hill that spreads out across the horizon, lifting the grassy fringe up to mingle with the clear, blue sky. I can't see past this hill, can't see ( Read more... )

You listened the first;
You learned the second;
You will always remember the third;
Now you are ready to go out and live the fourth.

Never forget to live the fourth.

Always live the 4th.

I woke up this morning twenty minutes too late, twenty minutes being the amount of time needed to dry the underwear and socks that I somehow missed last night in the hasty transfer of garments from washer to dryer. I got dressed in about ten minutes. Doing anything while standing on a bed takes a little longer and is just slightly more ( Read more... )

The guy that I took to Senior Prom got accepted to Juilliard.

Oh, wow.

There is no emoticon or punctuation mark exciting enough to express the level of joy that I am feeling for him right now.

I feel guilty sometimes for being white. Don't a lot of us? I mean, even though my ancestors never owned slaves, I still feel like I shoulder part of the blame. My forefathers didn't even immigrate to the U.S. until after slavery had been abolished. As a girl of pale complexion, however, I still carry my own share of white guilt ( Read more... )

Today was one of those very first days of spring, when you can feel that summer is just around the corner, and it gives you cabin fever ( Read more... )

How can I care so much about someone who never asked for me to care about them? How can I be so happy for them when they succeed and so utterly sad for them when they don't and so worried about them over certain things that they do and so dejected in understanding that they don't know I care and that I will never get over myself enough to tell ( Read more... )

"What kind of happiness do you foresee for me, Creon? Paint me the picture of your happy Antigone. What are the unimportant little sins that I shall have to commit before I am allowed to sink my teeth into life and tear happiness from it? Tell me: to whom shall I have to lie? Upon whom shall I have to fawn? To whom must I sell myself? Who do ( Read more... )