A little end-of-semester wisdom from V. Woolf to keep me sane:

The wonder is that any book so composed holds together for more than a year or two, or can possibly mean to the English reader what it means for the Russian or the Chinese. But they do hold together occasionally very remarkably. And what holds them together in these rare instances of ( Read more... )

On garbage night in Albany, always around this time, I hear noises coming from the curb.  Bottles and cans clanking, bags rustling, paper crunching.  I thought it was squirrels or some type of vermin; some rodent with beady eyes they glow when hit with headlights.  Tonight, just now, I heard voices.  I could hear their progression down the street, ( Read more... )

I am finding it physically impossible to imagine Jaclyn walking around Riverhead Middle School today.  It's so strange.  I never felt this way with Kellie because Kellie always felt like more of a contemporary, maybe even more like competition.  I don't really recall much of Kellie being a baby because I was really a baby too.  But I remember when ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination. On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand.  And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band. Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound. Home, where my thought's escaping. Home, where my music's playing. Home, where my love lies waiting silently ( Read more... )

Having my birthday come and go in a country full of people who do not bat an eye at the thought of my birth was a very sobering experience.  A few people who I informed of my upcoming birthday made it a point to mention it, including my creative writing teacher at who's home I spent most of the day, but the overwhelming majority of people treated ( Read more... )

Some white trash whore just came knocking on the door of the flat and said my flatmate sent her here to get cups.  She is fat, wearing tacky blue eye shadow, a too small shirt and freaking reeks of cigarettes and liquor.  I have no idea if this bit about the cups is true and she's rifling through my fridge so I go in the kitchen to "was a dish" ( Read more... )

I know I should be documenting my trip more closely but mostly I've been too exhausted by the time I'm back to my flat (yes, everyone says flat here and saying apartment has just become too much work) to do anything but catch up with home and sleep ( Read more... )

1 July 2007 ( Read more... )

Today I ate a jelly donut and half a can of Spaghettios
And had a headache

I was officially accepted into the Kingston University Study Abroad Programme (that's how they spell it because they're British) today.

All my eggs are currently in this basket.

My mother says they are as good as hard boiled..

I am not as convinced, but I am certainly and exponentially (foolishly?) hopeful.