I'm walking through the park, on my way to class, and I pass my friend, Tom.

Avoid the silver ball, he says.

You avoid the silver ball, I laugh. It's a game we always play. Whoever has the silver ball drop in front of him/her is "dead" for the round. Whoever dies, loses naturally.

He points up. Number's up, kid.  An impatient, impersonal voice rings ( Read more... )

You're bad in bed. I feel nothing. I don't know what you're doing but whatever it is, you aren't doing it right ( Read more... )

When you kiss me, I feel nothing. Just expectation, the expectation that I kiss you. But there is nothing on the other side of it, or inside me anymore. It's like kissing the back of your hand when you're thirteen: you're all alone in your room, waiting, hoping for that first kiss from that ideal guy. But nothing comes. There is no human on the ( Read more... )

I stared at him like I was trying to peer into his soul but was getting no further than that grey jacket. "What is your problem ( Read more... )

So I'm about to graduate. I got a full ride to two different graduate programs studying children's literature. All of that is exciting and I am very lucky. But all the same, I don't want these next few weeks to speed by. All this nostalgia is hitting me and I am really going to miss this place. I am ready to leave it but I don't want to say goodbye ( Read more... )

So I was reading for my Geology class and studying Wegener's theory of the Pangea and supercontinental drift when I got the sudden urge to write.

I have been meaning to lately but with school, graduate applications, two jobs, and sorority pledging it has been difficult to sit down. Not to mention I managed to catch the plague and now am pulling off ( Read more... )

I want to write but I don't know where I am going yet so let's begin with an update.

Just took the GRE, a waste of 160 bucks in my opinion but a necessity. I did ok. I was pleasantly surprised.

I'm working on my honors seminar thesis. It's about the presence of myth in children's lit. I have a passion for research and it's kind of like my leisure ( Read more... )

In a year, I hope to be finishing up my first semester as a graduate student, focusing on children's literature. I'll spend the day rolling around in literary criticism, and Jack Zipes, and Hans Christian Andersen. I'll come home to my new apartment with my boyfriend, sit on the couch with him, my new puppy in my lap, a vanilla coke in my hand, and ( Read more... )

"It's all just a bunch of bullshit. Everything. There isn't a thing in my life I could point to and say Jesus, that is real. And the things I want to be real, just aren't and never will be. And that's okay, it really is. But it being okay doesn't make it any less of a facade ( Read more... )

"You don't understand. She sleeps all day. Until four or five o'clock and even then sometimes she just lays in bed and watches television." He signals left and turns. She listens to the clinking noise of his turn signal.

"Oh no I'm pretty sure I understand. It's not a health issue, at least that part isn't,  at least I don't think so. I think it's ( Read more... )