Ugh, I really need to write this email to Reslife so I can get my RA job "officially" back for next year, and I need to email the business office trying to work out a payment for my terrible room bill from last semester, and I need to call up the library and let them know what I think about my $185 of fees from them. For some reason I feel dumb ( Read more... )

I don't want to say "weird", I want to say "different". It's different how adult I'm feeling lately. Like my decisions are mine, my body is mine. My will is my own. This life, my only life, is my own but only by Grace and honestly I'm so grateful but not guilty anymore.

I'm in Jon's room with Kaitlin, Jon & Ian. Everyone's hanging out with their Macbook. We just ate fajitas that we made together and then shared half a cake that I obsessively strawberried. The guilt is fading fast, fast.

I guess you could say things are really good.

And when I see you, I really see you upside down.
But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around, turns you around. If you feel discouraged like there's a lack of color here please don't worry. It's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything, the spectrum A through Z.

Today was my first day off in what felt like so long. I drove Britt & Meghan to Point Pleasant and the conditions/company for a beach day were absolutely superior. I sunburned my legs and tanned the whole rest of me, meaning that this summer (and the quest for damaged skin and sunbleached hair) is finally, really here ( Read more... )

I made a WordPress account to 1) try to get more publicity for Tempra; 2) have a place to post drafts of the things I have posted here in their advanced stages of revision; 3) read and comment on other people's WordPress blogs; 4) in an attempt to grow up just a little bit. Livejournal.com is a wonderful place, but it's doomed to be an eighth grade ( Read more... )

"Oops"; Kate Hill Cantrill.
(from "The Del Sol Review" Ok so oops. I messed that up. I made it sexual when it was sweet. Oops. I swear it was the beer. Ok I lie. I always lie. I tried to be a different girl for you. So oops. I messed that up. I made it sexual when it was sweet ( Read more... )

At first the sheer number of literary journals, publishing houses, and the world of small press in general is absolutely overwhelming. After a few more minutes on the internet, the truth rises up through the eight ball and makes itself known : all of these projects are run by the same few people. Heartening news for the faint of ambition ( Read more... )

I want: a Mac that I haven't murdered twice already so that I can load InDesign onto it and sit on lawns outside to write; a new digital camera so I can remember Spring Weekend; the entire delia*s summer collection; pretty new shoes ( Read more... )

glass broken like a fever all shattered on the street melting in from the heat, whole block’s popping loud sounds like the universe big bangs that calm down into clusters flattened onto pavement. the whole, here, dust of dead skin floating around until it gets breathed back in and lands inside somebody’s lungs. matter that makes us up, we name it ( Read more... )