Academia for academia's sake is so pretentious. My English class keeps telling me I should be dissecting detective fiction for deeper social implications, and I'm just sick of it all. I don't want to try to understand why our antagonist takes a piss every time he does or why he fucks some blonde chick ( Read more... )

I was sitting in the arbor eating lunch, and this black bird with stripes of red and yellow under its wings flew to perch right on my table. I decided to put some crumbs of bread near him, and when he approached to grab them, it seemed as though he was entirely unafraid of me. So I put some crumbs in my hand, and held it out to him, and HE ATE THEM ( Read more... )

In all your education, what are a few things you did not learn in school that you wish you would've?

My faith revolves around the acquiring of balance. There are signs of it everywhere that that is what's out there beyond ourselves. Look at our earth; there are cycles everywhere that pull and push to maintain balance: chaos and tranquility; ebb and flow; spring, summer, fall, and winter; drought and flood; mountaintops and depths of oceanwater ( Read more... )

I think it's funny (and by funny, I mean great) that the on-campus cafe now serves a packet of exedrine with your cup of coffee.

This was the ONLY PAIR OF UNDERWEAR I hadn't yet stained with blood. It's quite impressive, actually, the amount of blood a woman can lose and still be alive. I've bled through a super plus absorbency tampon AND overnight pad every two hours for the past two days straight. I've bloodied my panties, PJs, AND PANTS.

Thought you'd like to know ;)

Ah, summer ( Read more... )

"my mother is like mary ann. she had me and my sister because she wanted to feel worthwhile. now, she has two adult children: one, a former college drop out whom she imagines stumbles home drunk night after night (thank god for the subway!), with no prospect of a stable job, having studied only literature; and the other, a hippie who's forsaken god ( Read more... )

It's big business that ruins us. I mean, customers don't steal from someone in the community, someone they have to face and who has expectations of them. The anonymity of "the Man" makes it easy to understand why punk kids would ruin my freshly-folded t-shirt aisle or shovel paint pens into their coats. Corporate America is bigger than America, and ( Read more... )

"and then i hated to prove 'em all [myself] right, all those who said i'd run"

A long time ago in this journal, I said those with addictions are weak. And it's true, but it's not bad.

So I'm in this writing for education class, and my professor is obsessed with how we feel about everything. We have to keep this journal on our thoughts on the ( Read more... )