Since turning 18, I have: dueled with pixie sticks, wished upon a star, gone on every ride at Disneyland, drawn a picture, made a silly-dressed-up video, gotten a hello kitty tattoo, made many sexual innuendo jokes about pickle eating, taken fourths of fudge from a samples platter, seen a 3-D IMAX that was simultaneously hilarious and frightening ( Read more... )

Oy. What a day, week, month, year, lifetime ( Read more... )

My brain feels clogged by a collection of animal expressions. Like my eardrums will burst into thousands of screaming, agitated molecules. The melodic notes melt into my ears and travel up through my nerves like a electrical impulse. They tell my brain to react physically to something I should react to emotionally.

A pregnant pause is to pause with careful deliberation and thoughtful process. I am quite tired of my pregnant pauses. I wish I could be a little more spontaneous.

( Read more... )

I like being in 8th grade again.

Scared.

Upset.

Tired.

Frustrated.

Distracted.

Nostalgic.

Relieved.

Finished.

"It is not right if I am wrong. But if I am right and young, what does my age matter?" -Haimon in Antigone ( Read more... )

Your Existing Situation ( Read more... )

Recently I've been feeling nervous at the most unexpected moments. Usually when I've said everything I can and a problem isn't slightly resolved ( Read more... )

Click to view