I was on Jim's bed, next to Ellen, watching Milk, and I pulled out my eyebrows.  I don't know what I was thinking, exactly, except how easily the hair came out, and now I'm largely missing the part that's closest to your nose.  My face hurts.

Am I stressed out?  I think so.

 things I found that I was expecting to find:
- the Cape Cod t-shirt from circa 1980, repaired after a run in with Hester the Mouse
- that yellow cloth necklace people always compliment me on
- Christmas lights
- crazy floral sheets that are clearly from the seventies
- a million and a half pillows (read: seven)
- roughly three hundred economics ( Read more... )

I was wrong, again.  I'm getting thinner and taller, as it turns out.  I might even be 5'4'' now.  I don't know why I keep talking about this.  It really isn't interesting at all, to anyone.  But I've always wanted to be taller, so there ( Read more... )

 I have these dreams, nightmares really, sometimes that are really close to my real life.  And in them I almost always say things that are really devastating.  But it's hard for me to deal with when I wake up because, in the dreams, I'm saying things that are honest and that probably ought to be said, but it's still hurtful and awful.  And I know ( Read more... )

 So, as it turns out, I'm not getting taller; rather, I'm getting thinner.  This is evidenced by: me wearing a dress that I bought in Paris not this past summer but rather when I was 10, my mom saying that I look like a waif and subsequently trying to feed me fried eggs and hot dogs.  This also explains the pointy elbows.  (It's kind of like House ( Read more... )

I think I'm getting taller.  I'd like to think so, at least.   This probably isn't true, but, somehow, the ceiling seems closer.  I feel like it's only inches away from my fingertips when I reach upward.  My mother also seems shorter.  Maybe I'm not growing, and she's just shrinking.  I hope that's not it.  My elbows are also getting pointier, I'm ( Read more... )

I was pretty much stagnant at home, and it was really just a bad environment, so last night my dad said he'd drop me off at the Emory library and I could do whatever there.  This sounded good, I like libraries.  Except I don't know my way around Emory's campus, and I don't know anything about their library, and I didn't have internet, and my ( Read more... )

wind snags on the gap
between timbers a tongue
against my teeth

disturbs breath
drawn across languages
as air in a room

settles and circulates
around a body full of oxygen
open to a clear morning

the sound of breath
complicates the room
I brush my lips against

your ear to make
a small patch of
air I can live in

-Zoë Skoulding

It's funny, I can't wait for the school year to end, it's dragged so long and really not been the most pleasant a lot of the time, but I also really don't want this week to be over.  I'm really going to miss the seniors and the way activism has been this year and the comfortable routines I've fallen into.  And Zoe pretty much demanded that I visit ( Read more... )

 To get myself motivated to push through reading week and all of my work, a list of things I want to do this summer ( Read more... )