Hi, Fall.
You're pretty.
I don't know where to start writing.

Callie.

In Chris's honor, and in the honor that I'm starting to get annoyed with spam, I am going to tell you my recurring childhood dream.

It's a bright bright orange/yellow background. Macaroni and cheese-colored. Then, the camera moves to the right and there is a Polly Pocket-blonde girl standing on her porch. Her voice is very very high. The camera ( Read more... )

Where's all the passion gone
Where's all the passion gone
Where's all the passion gone
It's making me anxious

Lots has been going on in my head and my heart. It's weird not having a community like I did at camp. Family doesn't seem like one. I'd rather not commune with my school, and my church is all over the place ( Read more... )

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Haiku
Nadia's sons cry,
"Tradtional pandemic!
Prepare or revolt!"

September 11th came and went and it meant nothing to me. It's fait date, as Derrida said. A marked date. How can something be of significance to me if we, as a society, cannot even name it. If we can't comprehend it.

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Things I Want:

- Fall to happen... leaves. colors. sweaters. scarves. the smell.
- Snow... after fall happens
- Motivation... to do work
- Sleep... because I haven't slept well in awhile

Things I Don't Want:
- Homework... just in general
- Stress... because it makes me cranky

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