broken legs
     & heart
     & mind
counting fables
     that you
     may find
each one strikes
         one
     at a time-
     until we all
         just
         fall
          in
         line

Dear Professor Amaral, Mr. Ang, and Miss Sun,
         I wholeheartedly apologize for neglecting to finninsh the homework assigned to me this weekend. On the Sunday night I was to finnish my assignments, a dance party inadvertantly broke out in my room. I am now a skilled practitioner of such moves as:

The Doo Doo Brown

Heal Toe

poppin' it

Crypt ( Read more... )

I want a Captain-Planet-theme-song ring tone. If anyone knows if/ or by what means I can acquire one, let me know.

I don't know if I should rush or not. A good excuse to buy new cute sundresses- I have been scanning ebay for impressive, yet suburban-ly acceptable haute couture. Who knew shipping from Shanghai was only $18.00?

eh, I'm just not sure ( Read more... )

Sometimes it seems that the least romantic people are the most romanticized.

i love you  j i l l y  so fucking much i could kill several drunk frat boys in louisiana and spend the rest of my life in jail with like a conjugal visit from you once every three months and still be the happiest fucking kid in northamerica just because i know you and you kinda like me too.

lonesome - and unoriginal, i stole that from somebody else ( Read more... )

Here are the facts.

You are reading this. You are alive. This only happens once. It happens:

Now.

Now.

Now.

Now, however many times you read it, that is the time it is read- there is only one first time, one second, one third, and so on. Whether read in partial or in full, what is done is done. Everything you will do, you will do. And likewise, ( Read more... )

Mindfulness gives you the power to do what you can control and let go of what you can't.

I miss lacrosse.

Now, there's me walking through the center of campus, eating my cup of Ben & Jerry's, looking like the poster girl for bulimia, and sending mental messages to the people driving by:             . . .I still jog every morning, nearly a mile warm ( Read more... )

Here is my Philosophy professor. He has a left hand, i just ran out of time.
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Aww! Little sister made it all pretty! Now I may journal in splendor. Thanks, yo.

Hi. My name is Jill. I live in not-the-shabbiest of dorm rooms; complete with industial carpeting and fluorescent lighting. I've decorated it with: a)happy corkboard montauge to my past life (doodles, movie & event tickets, pictures and notes), b)hearts, c)Andy Worhol inspired posters I made from black and whites I took on Park Avenue. My roomate ( Read more... )