I think friendship is my most favorite thing about life right now. And music. They're both intimate, dynamic, intricate, satisfying, eye opening, and rich with substance waiting to be savored. When is the precise moment when you see someone in an entirely different light and anxiety is swallowed whole by affinity, familiarity, comfort, and ease? ( Read more... )

I am slowly and painfully sinking back into my drudging Ellensburg life. My 90 year old professor in my psychopathology and diagnosis class has said the words "googly goo" once in every class we have had so far, when referring to things of a ridiculous nature, it is quite hilarious and makes me smile despite the fact that his lectures are almost as ( Read more... )

Only Julianna could really understand the middle eastern chaos that is my family. My father is quite the character, still committing all the same unbelievable acts my mother and I knew all too well. My reincarnated parents, or so I hoped, come from two different worlds. Gul is uptown popularity with measures of reason and he is the imitation of a ( Read more... )

At dawn this morning I woke up to the sound of a muslim prayer call blaring through my window overlooking the entire city of Ankara. It was not possible for anyone to not hear the minaret blasting the song through the loudest loudspeaker I've ever encountered. It is like no noise I have ever heard before in my entire life. I cannot even begin to ( Read more... )

I spoiled myself today by slaving over the stove to ease my final week worries away (an occational manifestation of my domestication). I made my mom's celery stew with tofu, brownies from scratch, and deviled eggs. Delicieux, I must say. The brownies came out shockingly good, considering I can't bake cookies to save my life, not even with pre-made ( Read more... )

For one night only, I was one of the beautiful people. Between my silky turquoise camisole, ruffled in light blue along the edges of my padded boobs and my I-can't-help-but-be-attractive friend, I recieved quite a lot of attention from more than a dozen boys, college boys, icky nasty little boys. The imitation club was infested with them, t-shirts ( Read more... )

Well, life sure is not all it's cracked up to be, that's for damn sure. I thought these would be the best day's of my life, my early twenties, but the last several months haven't been too impressing. If this goes on for a several more years, I'm checking out of this pig-sty. But I'll keep giving this a whirl for a while longer. I'm not bored, there ( Read more... )

I used to be interesting, I promise. Now, I could not care any less. Laughing is overrated; hobbies, past times, goals, work, money, men, all highly overrated. Why bother, there is no point. Shallow, superficial, arrogant, self-absorbed and self-righteous, strangers never cease to amaze me with their imitation depth. Whatever. Bah-humbug, eh? For ( Read more... )

There's nothing I hate worse than cocky bastards, except maybe a reflection of the syndrome in women. I would venture to say that Humanists are much less arrogant and rather, much more appreciative. Iei ( Read more... )

It's official... I am in a committed, exclusive, relationship, I am a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend. His name is Jesse Moses Salomon, 26 years old, ex-street kid, recent law school graduate, Jewish, loves fishing. Bruce is gone, out with the old, ha ha, in with the young, I mean, new. I am currently sitting on his bed wearing his protest t shirt ( Read more... )