you know it's inching toward the end of the school year when it's still light out at eight o'clock and people are walking around in t-shirts and flip-flops at the wednesday market. and you order an iced naughty taughty because a hot drink would make you sweat even more. and i started thinking about yearbooks, which are handed out in a couple weeks ( Read more... )

i'm in san francisco. to see my oldest brother graduate. for the millionth time. but this time, he has an internship set up and he will actually get a job with the things he learned ( Read more... )

have you ever felt so busy that there's no time for anything else? and so overwhelmed by little things ( Read more... )

have you ever noticed that night has a certain smell to it? this damp smell that rises from my dogs when they get home from their last walk of the day with my dad. weird, i know ( Read more... )

2 weeks from wednesday is the series finale of dawson's creek. and though i haven't kept up on it, i started watching it last week. i'm sad that it's ending because it's the 90210 of our generation. and soon they'll probably be reruns on saturday and sunday mornings on fx. and the next generation will watch them just as we have watched 90210 at 10 ( Read more... )

6 more weeks. of stupid high school shit. my mom's friend, who's hosting my internship, sat down with me yesterday and talked about how she didn't fully empathize with her daughters on how stressful high school was. and her daughter would come home frustrated. and suzanne said that it wasn't until her daughters were out of high school that she ( Read more... )

as stupid as it sounds, i felt cool and independent getting up early. and riding on the bus eating my breakfast, drinking my coffee, and reading my book the whole ride to seattle. and going to my internship. the internship that i tricked myself into thinking was a real job. but i still felt like i was making it on my own ( Read more... )

yesterday, my friend's dad asked me, are you done with school, yet? i laughed, in my head i am! he looked at me and smiled, that's how it should be. his reply kept me smiling the rest of the night. that is how it should be. and since i haven't been writing papers and essays the past couple months and won't be for the next few, i get these rushes of ( Read more... )

i hate the fact that he's in control. he stopped acknowledging me before i him. and when he stopped i missed it -- the attention. and i wonder if it went beyond his little boy smirks and good luck hugs, if i would follow through. now all i seem to get is head nods. i hate the lack of closure and control ( Read more... )

there's something about someone's arms wrapped around you. it's a superficial feeling of safety and warmth. there's something about holding hands and drawing circles on his hand with your thumb just to let him know you're still aware ( Read more... )