"I always hear your voice and in my dreams I hear you calling my name. What is it about you? Some kind of light shines from your face and I can't turn away ( Read more... )

Soft shudders of thunder intermittently interrupted by the zipping of cars across rain-lined streets, the dying orange flicker of a streetlamp across the way. I'm sitting in the Tower, watching the night settle like silt on Meadville, wondering just when love is going to come my way next and what's going to transpire this time ( Read more... )

So I'm starting to rethink this whole bisexual thing. I'm thinking that it's a label and like most labels, inaccurate. I have encountered two gay men in the recent past, both of which have tried or actually felt me up. I have been felt up by both men and women at this point and I do not like it when guys do it. It could be that these are just not ( Read more... )

I thought by going to bed at 11, I'd get in enough sleep to make Friday a decent end to the week. I had a party on my social calendar, an increasingly less rare event, a bottle of wine on delivery, and two days of respite from what was in hindsight not a bad week, just a long and lousy one. I thought by going to bed at a reasonable time, I could ( Read more... )

It has been quite some time since I've actually gotten down to write anything substantial - or at all. As is my custom, this is not because of any lack of activity on my part, rather an excess which has occupied all of my time and thoughts and interfered with my "normal" "routines ( Read more... )

Today is my last day of my freshman year. Like the day I first came here, it is sunny and warm, with flecks of white scurrying like fairies on the wind beneath a pale blue sky. I'm making my last rounds, watching as my peers pack up their lives into the trunks of cars and SUV's, an exodus of the perpetually transient back to wherever they came from ( Read more... )

Yesterday I decided I didn't want to study. C'mon, an intro to social psych final can't be that hard, right? Oh, yeah, DeLamarter. I'm going to be flushing my GPA this semester already, so why not have some fun with it ( Read more... )

First I just feel like saying this because it's come up for a few times lately. If you read The Great Gatsby in high school and "absolutely loved it!" it does not mean you like Fitzgerald. Gatsby was probably the simplest thing he wrote and the least representative of his literary skill. I'm bothered when people "absolutely loved" Gatsby, but ( Read more... )

I napped until close to 11:00, then consulting the clock, decided to wander down to help Molly with Springfest surveys. As the rising Director of Special Events, it's sort of my job. I was feeling churlish and didn't entirely want to, but couldn't muster enough resistance not to. I dressed in green cargo pants, black sneakers, a white tuxedo shirt ( Read more... )

I got back to my room and felt like shit. Immediately, I stripped down to my shorts and pulled on a t-shirt and gulped down Pepsi for a long moment. Resigned, I fell back onto the futon and pulled my legs up under me. What to do? Can't talk to my friends here. Don't really have any. Don't want to get drunk. Have no alcohol. What to do? Got it. Call ( Read more... )