Spend the day doing passport things, college things, etc. I need my AP test scores. How do I get my AP scores? It was three--no, four years ago. I've done all this before, but I need to do it again so I don't have to take the University of Oregon's remedial writing class ( Read more... )

God damn. You try and stay positive about the fact that you're leaving a place forever, that you're leaving your girl for two and a half months, and then you find ou that a girl on the ultimate team had a stroke and it doesn't look good for her. And I'm torn between trying to enjoy these last few moments here at Smith and feeling sad and thinking ( Read more... )

For everyone who says that they like all music "except rap and country" I have to ask you to do me a favor: actually listen to some country music. Because it's fantastic. It's full of guitars and fiddles and dobras and slide guitars and harmonicas and banjos. Most of the songs tells little stories--they're narrative! They aren't just vague ( Read more... )

I keep wanting to write here and keep in touch with everyone, but the fact is I don't have the energy. I don't have much to say. I'm homesick. There are moments when I'm real happy, but they generally only come when I ignore my educational obligations.

Spent an hour and twenty minutes writing a four page paper this morning. It's due at 10:30. I read the entire book last night. Explain to me again how challenging and stimulating college can be? Because right now I feel like I'm doing it with my eyes close and my hands tied--and I feel like I'm doing it just as well as the people who actually try ( Read more... )

situations have ended sad,
relationships have all been bad.
mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
but there's no way I can compare
all those scenes to this affair,
you're gonna make me lonesome when you go.last weekend the ultimate team won a tournament. i bought a new harmonica. i'm dropping a class. i'm trying to write a lyrical essay about ( Read more... )

Back from spring break. Tired, tanned, covered in bug bites and scrapes from laying out. Frankly, I need a vacation from my vacation. Frankly, my life is starting to overwhelm me. Sorry about the vagueness.

this girl's the worst thing for my work ethic since high school chemistry.

The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O'Connor

Week before last I went to Wesleyan and read "A Good Man is Hard to Find." After it I went to one of the classes where I was asked questions. There were a couple of young teachers there and one of them, an earnest type, started asking questions. "Miss O'Connor," he said, "why was the Misfit's hat ( Read more... )

what's happening? cooking, harmonica playing, warm weather, curling and hockey thanks to the olympics, a girl who keeps me up 'til three in the morning, nonfiction writing, mark twain, annie dillard, bruised knees from ultimate, a feeling like i've let go of all the things that used to weigh me down.