Today, I took my final for Italian Renaissance, and found myself wishing we were doing anything but slide identifications. Now, I'm writing four papers, and wishing I could request a format change - one minute of interpretive dance in exchange for each page. I also might be dying of writer's block ( Read more... )

summer slows, articles, adjectives, pronouns impossible ( Read more... )

more cruel intentions than i can handle up in here. want to talk. miss you, L.

long silences. again. againagainagainagain,itshappeningagain.neveragain is onceagain, againagain.

English grade finally came in - strangely enough, I had a dream about checking Mainestreet and failing the course. All in all, a B+ isn't terrible, considering that I never handed in three assignments. Next semester will be better, and next year even more so; I am beyond ready to live off-campus ( Read more... )

We're two of a kind, and it's why we're friends; I just don't think you believe it. You always say I love the attention, but you're the one that instigates. Solid friendship can be heard in between a hug, and we don't do that because you don't think you affect anyone unless it's in that one, specific way. Instead, we draw the negative space between ( Read more... )

Did you know you brought me around ( Read more... )

And I'm a giraffe kicking a football.

Everything lately has been described as "too hard." I ate one of Eric Idle's Bong Tree seeds, and relive and relive and relive but can't move. I'm stuck in time, and watching things on VCR. Everything is like running in slow-mo.

your forlorn secrets fill my eyes ( Read more... )

holy multiple emotional inputs, batman. i ended up being the person to first locate our apparently suicidal resident, who had already arranged all of her shit in a deathly fashion; i'm barricaded in by four walls of work; i'm watching myself ruin a perfectly good record (and a perfectly good friendship), and october break is painfully brief.