I arrive home Friday night late. My room is a mess, every piece of clothing I have askew on its hanger in the open closet or bundled like a rag somewhere on my floor. It looks somewhat like those scenes in plays where people are huddled as background homeless people, while the lead homeless person sings some homeless person song. So there are ( Read more... )

I am aware that I posted no less than four times yesterday. I am aware of that. It was a day full of words.
Today it is the afternoon, barely, and I am sitting in the Tanner Building waiting for my Thursday class to start. I happen to be wearing liquid eyeliner and a brooch that looks like an egg and a rosy pink scarf, and they all make me feel ( Read more... )

Some random professor and I had the funniest exchange today. On the fourth floor of the JFSB (English department offices), I was waiting for the elevator with my red duckie umbrella tucked under my arm. Professor in an orange shirt and tie with books on it walks up with his friend, talking about El Azteca, and our exchange went like this ( Read more... )

Ok, the people who know where this journal is are:

Emily
Kyle
Heidi
Wes
My mother
Sierra
Matthew
Emilie

I had a horrifically uncomfortable dream about Andy last night. Shook me right up.

I can't remember ever having had a dream in which Andy and I were having a conversation. Until last night.

I mean, it figures, considering the morning before was totally golden, with a dream about a beach. What a charmed existence I lead. So last night I had a dream ( Read more... )

I sit on the edge of my bed in my underwear and t-shirt, eating a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios at 2 AM. Crunch crunch crunch. Stare at the bookcase and wonder why I was so fiercely hungry when I got home. Oh yeah, I ate a shrimp salad for dinner at like five. I sit on the edge of my bed and wonder what will happen.

Wondering what will happen is a very ( Read more... )

MOM: Who are you texting?
ME: Will Rubio.
MOM: What did you say?
ME: That if he needed eyeball cuddling after his Lasik surgery, I'd be happy to oblige.
MOM: You just can't play the game, can you? You have no game.
ME: Shut up Mom!!!

I just sat down with nothing to write and a mind full of swirling whorling thoughts that I don't want to dwell on anymore, because there's no point. I'm hoping that I'll sit here and ralph something out, but usually when I'm hoping too hard for that, nothing comes out. Hoping too hard makes your stomach turn a little bit, I think.
Like when you're ( Read more... )

"He probably was your soul mate. Your problem is you don't understand what the word means. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true ( Read more... )

1. Sweet goodnight kisses when I go home on time.
2. Cream O'Weber chocolate milk.
3. Going up the canyon with Lanee and Sara to find a grove of pink trees that we laid down in the middle of. It glowed.
4. Feeling like Bob Cratchit because when I get home my room is so cold that I have to bundle up and light a candle on my desk.
5. Pulled pork with ( Read more... )