1. I like white Christmas lights, especially when they're the only thing illuminating my closet of a bedroom.
2. I want to go on a date with a boy and make a picnic and listen to music and kiss.
3. I was in alone Sharples earlier this week, and I was so panicked, and I was afraid that I would fall out of my chair and crack my head open and bleed to ( Read more... )

The weather outside is gorgeous, and I can almost forget how much I hate it here.

Walking to the library, I imagined my life as a surrealist film, where the bikers gathered on Magill Walk were actually in wheelchairs, about to race, and the cold, bare branches of the trees were ink scribbling across the stark white sky ( Read more... )

SHARPLES MARATHON.

but today I have coffee with Melissa, Natalie, and Anna ( Read more... )

I've recently realized what's really wrong with my life, why I feel like I'm always running on empty ( Read more... )

My mother lives in analogies.

Today, the banging noise was back in the boiler room directly under the quad, and I could hear the voices of workbox persona, probably trying to fix it.  I'm reminded of last time, with my bulletin board literally clacking against the wall, Virginia dreaming she was in Big Ben as it was chiming, but I don't really think much of it, beyond, "oh, ( Read more... )

Superfluous were the sun ( Read more... )

I'm at Swarthmore until Monday, still; it worked out easier to be doing my work at school than at home.  But I started crying (god, finally I can cry again, some, without my body saying, "no, you're happy!  no, you can't cry!") on the phone to my parents.  I want to go home.  I want to be anywhere but here.