A quarter life crisis ( Read more... )

Exciting things are abound. Gregory & I read our poems in front of an audience on a few different occassions, which is lucky and thrilling. Kevin's hootenannies have been great opportunities for that, and at the last one I said "clitoris" in front of a large crowd while wearing a hair net ( Read more... )

I've recieved my acceptance letter from Emerson and withdrawn from the University. A week of crossing off the list of people I've had to say goodbye-for-a-while's to (the roommate I admire so much, the teachers and students at the Literacy Project, my CSP cohort, the boys from Winthrop, among others), and three days of adventuring in nature ( Read more... )

Our dorm room has fallen into a state of catastrophe. We live around this mess with the looming anticipation of leaving this weekend. I've got my acceptance letter from Emerson taped to my door ( Read more... )

Fighting (the good fight) and creating (beautiful things) is what I want to do with my little life.

I don't want to buy things any more.

A very gray week. Supposedly four days long, but I've been mistaking today for Thursday when, in theory, I should be mistaking it for Tuesday. The way time passes is something I've yet to get a grasp on. The harder I push this semester to hurry up and end, the harder it seems to grind down its heels ( Read more... )

Kurt Vonnegut died ( Read more... )

Spring break. I've been staying at Greg's a lot and it's got me anticipating a beautiful summer living with him in his sunny apartment in downtown Salem. I've never laughed so much; he keeps my heart light and full ( Read more... )

To spend the weekend doing nothing
was an exercise in reminding myself
that taking a break isn't necessarily being
anti-productive.

I feel like I'm missing a spiritual foundation
and at this juncture,
it's a noticeable void.

With all the other uncertainties,
how does one carry on?

Gratefully.