Phew, it's been a while since I've written. I've been writing impressively in my travel novel that Sarah bought me a ways back ( Read more... )

Apparently it was make-an-elaborate-omlet friday - Lauren, Kristen Ewerthecoolest and I all, on our own, unknown to the others, at around the same time, mushed up eggs and veggies and voila ( Read more... )

Wild applause ( Read more... )

While studying for my linguistic anthropology test, my second to last final (last being climatology), I found myself hung up on an article about the communication preferences of native americans in schools. This large reservation has maintained many of its cultural practices. The kids are incredibly self sufficient by the time their six, making ( Read more... )

Lie? Fib? Nope, give them peace. I'm sure I've written this in past entries but it's such a strange and bothersome part of my life that it needs adquate journal space ( Read more... )

Nooooo everyone, I'm sorry - please note the quotations - as in this is what the crazy christian fundamentalists and the Bushes want you to think, hehe. I never did, but I'm just saying there is childhood residual self-judgement, like 'people who smoke are bad.' I certainly don't think that, and I LOVE CLOVE CIGGARETTES. Let's be serious. For ( Read more... )

After a year of anticipation nail-biting, moral-questioning, self-searching/judgement and unrelenting curiousity, I, Ms. Pot-just-doesn't-do-it-for-me-and-it-hurts-my-lungs Brie, took poison, willingly, and Ba da! 'tripped.' - On shrooms. I stayed up all night worrying about what it would be like, after listening to silly stories and comforting ( Read more... )

If I were in love would I spend all day in bed? Would I pull him back and whisper every single thought I've ever had? Would I kiss his face a million times (as I have before and found a bored expression waiting). Am I wrong to demand so much affection? Are people just nervous that when this is done they'll wilt from kiss-deprevation? I'm not ( Read more... )

A run-lover, occasional clove inhaler, pakistani nyc union worker in friend-love, dreams about supporting herself as a writer, an annoyed ice cream scooper, an everyday happiness faker, a true on-cue friendliness provider, a lonely NJ habitant, a lost soul, a hillary swank, clint eastwood fan like many people in America tonight, a Sarah-Jon-Becca- ( Read more... )

On saturday as I was coffee-serving several college-ish guys came in and ordered milkshakes - which are such a pain, but they made conversation and hung around a while, and then - the crazy part - a half an hour after they left one of them calls and asks how old I am. I had no idea what to say, and I just burst out laughing and said "very young ( Read more... )