I find myself blasting through thoughts as if they were paper in a gust of wind. I can’t seem to keep them from scattering - a whirlwind of goldenrod and eggshell; thick heavy thoughts that just explode into a tornado of disillusion and opacity. They won’t sit still. Nor will I. I run. I run until my heart is on fire, blistering my ribcage and ( Read more... )

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twitter?

yes?

I was driving home from class this morning when I spotted an elderly man with a white cane on the corner waiting to use the intersection on eighth street right next to Boise High. I stopped rather abruptly to let the man cross, and then wondered if he knew I was waiting for him. He did, apparently. He took off at a chipper trot across the street. ( Read more... )

Organic chemistry, I have come to realize, is equivalent to someone slicing a scalpel in the spaces between your fingers and then forcing you to crochet an afghan. Every move you make is tedious, meticulous, and horribly painful. But in the end, the atrocious, blood covered blanket could very well be the creation you are most proud of.

Thin Blue Flame ( Read more... )

The family came back from Montana today, and so we went out for a family night and invited Nana along. We went to see Kung Fu Panda (... again, for me. But mom, dad and N had never seen it. And if it was not worth going back for the movie itself, it was totally worth going to see Erinn and Dads' thunderously hilarious reactions to it. Priceless.), ( Read more... )

A follow up post -- I have a phone again. It's my mom's old slider and, in truth, all I could ever need in a cell phone.

Second, my sister is here.

Third -- I got my tax rebate, which means I'm not nearly as poor as I thought I was!

All and all, things are really, truly great.

Spring has discovered me again. This time it found me huddled in my burrowed cave of paper and empty-welled ballpoint pens, then it to attempted to usher me back out with the promise of sunshine. I remain, though. I keep my head down and blink at my lecture outlines and diagrams in a arched posture, my back turned toward the mouth of my nest. Only ( Read more... )

Looking at the huge dry-erase calender over my bed and I can't help but question why October decided to get up and drop me so rudely on November's doorstep. I love you, October -- you with your flame colored trees and smoky scented oddities... why did you feel you needed fly from me with the Canadian geese searching for warmer weather? I feel ( Read more... )

I've decided that I am going to try to find a new coffee shop every weekend -- seeing as I work best in them, and it's a surefire way of getting a lot of work done. Last week was a old reliable place that I grew to love last year: World Cup Coffee and Tea. I do love their coffee and the people are friendly, but the atmosphere is kind of commercial ( Read more... )