Computers are inherently saddistic. My laptop and I had a fight, my dad's desktop got dragged into it...it's been a messy technological triangle, and emotionally exhausting to boot, so I'm sitting down at a library computer to write one of the six papers due before I can leave next week. I'm tired, I just want to go home ( Read more... )

I'm between classes eating avocado on sourdough bread with my roommate. In an hour, I'll be on my way to Native American Culture, a class that makes everyone pretty miserable, because there are only 6 indians left who do the Ghost Dance in the southwest and the rest have given up hope. Isn't it great to be white ( Read more... )

I want nothing but books. I could build myself a home out of books. I could use books as pillows. I could eat off of books. I could hump books for pleasure. I could tell bad jokes to books, and the books wouldn't laugh, but that would be okay, because they're books, and books don't laugh. What else could I possibly need except booksDon't answer ( Read more... )

My mother said "Happy Last Day of Being a Teenager!"
Oh, great. Thanks so much ( Read more... )

Driving back last night with Paul
I stared out the open sunroof for a good while,
at the stars, those holes in the lid of my mason jar.

I miss being enamored. I miss being impressed.
I'm making a goddamn pet out of my lonesomeness,
and the sullen panic of feeling trapped here,
and the days getting colder and darker.

Kyle put it best when he said, "Logic is repulsive. It boils everything down to 'yes', 'no', or 'maybe'. There's no room for 'whatever'."

Anyways now I have time to eat lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
WhateverI argued with Kelly, who doesn't understand heterosexuality. Her opinion of men has everything to do with violence, posession, the ( Read more... )

Hi, Mom.

♥

Got high amongst the broken gravestones, where the colorful faces of the dead keep watch over the cemetary from their painted brick boundaries ( Read more... )

"how are you?" and he really meant it and I didn't know how to answer. It's not that I'm bad, so much as I don't know what I am ( Read more... )

I saw Tim O'Brien speak tonight, and he emphasized the importance of stories...to feel something in your head, and your chest, and your stomach; to be moved. He said that we need to create our own story, and march bravely into it ( Read more... )