It's been ages and ages since I sat and typed. Since I sat and typed and flowed and wrote prose. Since I wrote. It's been ages, and it's not just me. Without deadlines, without guidelines, without even lines on the paper--I've forgotten what it's like to freefall into language. Without a community around me, the sounds of discovery buzzing, ( Read more... )

If I know you and I should know when your birthday is, then please tell me. Because I used to have a system. I have no memory whatsoever for numbers, which, at last count includes dates that I only actually really have to know once a year. But I had this system. I had a book, which I called alternately my life, my bible, and my schedule of ( Read more... )

How am I feeling today?: "I Feel Pretty" - West Side Story Original Cast Recording (hahaha ( Read more... )

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was your first thought ( Read more... )

On Friday, after my seven-day sixty-two-hour work week, Brandi and I drove down to Ithaca. We ended up driving right through town, though, which felt kind of weird, because we were staying with our friend Willis, who lives in Owego. I was really glad we got to see him one last time. Next weekend he's moving to Connecticut to work as a fact-bitch ( Read more... )

{An e-mail I just sent to Dave. If you are not Dave, insert the word "Dave" whenever it says "you" and change the verb conjugations to fit the third person, instead of the second ( Read more... )

For the first time since IC started classes again, I had Thursday and Friday off this week. So what did I do with my precious free time? I went to IC to the anime society. Yup. It was fun, of course. But without Heather and Spunky, it just wasn't the same. No one violated me! Heck, Petrina didn't even bite me! Craziness. Then Petrina, Twist, Erica ( Read more... )

hate 10 hour work days. hate em hate em hate em. the three day weekend is not worth it. at least i get to recover with a regular schedule for two weeks, starting next tuesday ( Read more... )

i hate this feeling. the empty feeling when i've finised a good book. picking up another book to start won't do the trick because reading soemthing else wouldn't feel the same. i want it to continue, but i know it's over because it ended. i can't end things; i can't end my stories or my poems. endings are the hardest part. i know plenty of writers ( Read more... )

well, on the plus side, i'll be working full time for the next 10 weeks. on the minus side, i'm still not oficially full time, which means no health insurance, vacation, etc. even worse, the schedule still does not allow for me to go to apple fest. i could go that friday, but i'd have to be home early to go to bed for work. and there's not that ( Read more... )