I’ve spent most of the evening transferring files off my old laptop so I can send it home to my father. If I don’t, I won’t be provided with food money for next month. I will concede that my father is abnormally talented at selecting the appropriate creatively cruel incentive. I am now actually motivated to send off the damn thing. Oh, father ( Read more... )

Oh and also:

When I woke up this morning I noticed for the first time the dichotomy that had been forming on my mantelpiece for the past semester. (Yes dichotomies grow like mold. Really.) Its basically Hemingway’s whole night vs. day, oblivion vs. clarity, emotion vs. reason thing, except entirely encapsulated by the decorations gracing the ( Read more... )

All day I’ve wished I had the kind of camera that could capture details and shadows and maybe even the smell in the air, and the skill to know how to steal a moment with it. Because then I would take pictures of every instant of my life, every facet of my surroundings; I would remember forever the snowflakes settled in my scarf, with headphone ( Read more... )

Tonight I finally finished LIES AND THE LYING LIARS WHO TELL THEM, sitting in the bathtub wrapped in blankets, because the bathroom is the only well-heated portion of my apartment. Its actually a fairly solid book, though I don’t like liberalism over-much, know nothing about the author, Al Franken, and find the genre, a confusing package of humor ( Read more... )

I found a sheet of notes scribbled during the later half of last semester. It has a few expected portions- a list of exam dates, a few call numbers for unidentified books ( Read more... )

I’m forever lending psychological, emotional, and symbolic implications to stylistic decisions. My low cut shirts aren’t Just cleavage exposing garments, they represent both a perversion of and a throwback to the days of early high school, when hapless naiveté led to my persistent wearing of inappropriately revealing attire. My leather boots are ( Read more... )

This is just to say ( Read more... )

I’ve decided to bow to the inevitable, and start copying all blogger posts to livejournal, in recognition of the fact that most of my online readership seems to favor livejournal, or at least its convenience. I personally find blogger’s formatting alot more appealing, so for aesthetic reasons I’ll keep the blog as well, at least until laziness ( Read more... )

…When overhead there’s not a cloud/ That couldn’t once have been sky-writing ( Read more... )

I spent the whole last hour of the flight into DCA with my forehead pressed up against the glass and my breath periodically fogging up the window. The girl beside me kept glancing over to give me disdainful glares, as if my enthusiasm was fucking the trip up for the rest of the passengers. Just the same, I kept watching the clouds and the sky and ( Read more... )