I have no right to be doing this and not studying right now, but in the spirit of whatever the hell I want to think about to avoid dealing with the task at hand, I want to start to quantify the summer. Here we go ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's been more than a year since I graduated. I mean, yeah, when I think about it, I did sorta fill up the ~400 days with stuff, but I glanced at a graduation picture right after looking at stuff from before senior year (governor's school, Biltmore trip, fun stuff like that) and it's hard to believe that there was even graduation in ( Read more... )

I used to put the couple of poems I write a year on the xanga I had, but I'm not even sure if I remember the password for that site. (Actually, since I've used only a couple, I know I could get on a couple of tries, but I'ma lie for the sake of narrative...) I think I'm going to let it die, and I'll put this here for now:

you know what I'm talking ( Read more... )

Spawned by the silliest of jealousies, I mourned the fact that my parents are exceedingly normal. It may be their worst fault in my eyes. All these years they've tried so hard just to play it safe so as not to embarrass me... all leading to now and the fact that I can hardly swallow how plain they are. I feel like I deserve better. More than just " ( Read more... )

a spider fell from the car door, but it looked more like it fell from my hands, a small furry thing that surely hadn't been crawling me just a second ago. i looked at it and the only way i could feel, right then, was that if i had spit and let a glob made of bubbles and saliva and revenge hit the pavement and spider, plop, surely the sadness ( Read more... )

    I read the article in Metropulse about urban exploring a couple of days ago, towards the close of spring break. The article, while fun and well written (or the compliment is just another manifestation of my affinity for poetic descriptions of photographs of reality), made me feel empty. I suppose the emotion is connected with the other ( Read more... )

I've made my recent entries friends only.

You should comment if you care. (I'll add.)

Xanga

tall towering trees with ( Read more... )

I stepped outside to sip my tea

Laura Poland

12.29.06

I stepped outside to sip my tea

I watched the steam rise, wondering

My cat appeared and approached the door

sat waitfully

(Probably, I thought, because of my exit)

She remembered the warm glow inside

sat at the brick frame

Like a step ( Read more... )