when she walks in, im hastily sorting through color coded paperwork because somehow her teacher folder's been mixed with another's, and a student is waiting to be half-assedly checked in because annie left the roster in the office, and thats all you need, really, the triangle of the three of us, one shuffling, two waiting, to feel the coming storm ( Read more... )

i was browsing a hardrive file i have called "assortments" and came across an old document called "randomass mental meanderings." and while that may sound lame if perhaps in a mildly interesting way, what that essentially means is its a few half-written lj entries that never came to pass. because if there's one skill ive mastered, its half-writing ( Read more... )

background:

the sisterbear and i got this from my mom a week ago, with the subject "sad tree news :-("

In the next couple of weeks we have to say goodbye to our maple tree in front.  It is not recovering from the storm damage, and its branches are on the house next door.  I'm very sorry!  I was mad at my parents for years for cutting down a tree in ( Read more... )

this week, or rather what has become last, is always a weird one. we wait for it and countdown to it and in november we are in awe of its possibililty, in february its proximity. what do you mean there is a time when we sleep past six and don't spend five hours of the day at the pool? when is this time when saturdays are of our own design and we ( Read more... )

there is SO much to effing SAY, about everything.
(when is there not? but for real, right now, wooboy.)

but yesterday, as i was driving home from practice with npr rolling through the car along with the heat on full, my soaked hair finally starting to defrost, and amidst other headlines, there was a bit that went something like "president [heart ( Read more... )

a girl behind me in the library just now said "yeah campus roads are bad but once you get on sides streets and stuff its fine."
and i was all, huh? and i walked over to the window and found that the perfect dusting of snow had fallen while i had been typin'/stressin'/procrastinatin'/anxiously-questionin'-the-whole-point-of-my-seminar-paper away
and ( Read more... )

WHO

My mother in faded pink, my favorite, my small sleepy head on the rhythm of her worn cotton. My sister who looks at me when I am born and says I could never be ugly. Sheila my second grade teacher who matches Reebok high-tops to her outfit each day. My bus aide Miss Betty who gives us candy that  tastes like soap. A man with frighteningly ( Read more... )

this weekend was good for:

-finally, finally, finally breaking 19 in the goddamn mile. the clock was effed in the west pool, so i looked at marissa and sam after i touched for my time and they started holding up eight fingers and i said "eighteen?!" and their huge smiles nodded, and i let my pounding head fall back into the water. it was all i ( Read more... )

so sometimes what you think will be a routine drive back to school becomes an EIGHT hour crawl through slushy half frozen rain/snow  and stop-and-go traffic. and all hopes at making it back in a timely fashion for your 5:45 practice are dashed as your cd collection runs dry/makes you too sleepy (starin atchu, nick drake & nina simone) and the radio ( Read more... )

from andrew sullivan (via indexed---> indexed.blogspot.com. um. fantastic.) , who i desperately need to stop spending hours reading when i have the office to myself at work, because it leaves me a fiending, raging political junkie scouring alleys of every political blog and news source for my next fix.


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