I went to a bar this evening. I had seen a poster advertising Christmas drink specials, so I thought, why not. There were a few men there watching the basketball game, along with me writing in a notebook and a pretty bartender who asked what I was writing. I walked home through the college campus between the bar and my apartment. The campus runs ( Read more... )

...that I was at mass with my parents. The priest had us sing Rebecca Black's "Friday." Afterward, I told my parents that it made me feel like I could invent pretty freely in my fiction, because "real life will always be stranger." At one point, my mother told me that the priest had traveled, had spent some time in Japan and Korea. He had this ( Read more... )

It's 2:30 in the morning and I'm drinking coffee, getting ready to start my day. I remember when 2:30 am felt linked to the day before, when it was part of the night. Now, for me it has come unhooked from the preceding day, has come to feel like morning for real. The strangest part is how ordinary it has become. I remember staying up all night in ( Read more... )

Is anyone here? Posts to my friends page have slowed to a trickle. I suppose everyone has gone off to tumbl' or tweet or just hung up their blogging capes for good. It's the way of things, I guess. And yet, and yet, I'm drawn back here again. The past has called to me lately, I've felt a longing for things that are no longer. This journal is one of ( Read more... )

...I'm done with college ( Read more... )

The semester is over! I'm listening to Esperanto pop music and avoiding packing. Life is good.

I head home tomorrow...I'll be on the island from late tomorrow to until early on December 28th, when I leave for California. If you'll be around, let me know. We should hang out.

Mostly just wanted to say that. I might write again later. Who

I meant to think of something, what, I don't know. So I imagined the thought as a young girl running through a cornfield. The stalks were thick around us, and I stalked her, or rather chased after her, always so many steps behind her that I would just barely catch glimpses of her long-wavy-dirty-blond hair, her loose white dress. I changed the ( Read more... )

Had a gathering at the apartment tonight. Lovely people came, people I care about. For much of the evening I spoke in a vaguely central European accent and went by the name Mikolaj. We listened to Mika, played Apples to Apples. Drank. I expected that I would either not drink much, or drink way too much. I drank not too much, but felt its ( Read more... )

I slept for a long time yesterday, and had many unusual dreams. I like when that happens. I want to remember as many as I can, so I'm going to write them here. I apologize for any possible incoherence ( Read more... )

I could ride a unicycle incredibly well. Even in the dream, I knew this was kind of odd, so I tested myself; I tried turning sharply, stopping, starting, and yes, I could in fact ride a unicycle. I rode all the way to Riverhead, keeping up with cars. Eventually, at a corner that does not in fact exist, a policeman stopped me. He said that I did ( Read more... )