As Yulie says, I am high on communism ( Read more... )

I am back in NJ again. And this time I have my violin and a conscience!
I think my life only has meaning in relation to other people. When I am alone I cease to exist. This strikes me as unhealthy.

Oh my, so awake am I! And because you are special, you get to read my poem! Which I wrote before when I had an awesome journey into my brain! Which is filled with floral chocolately goodness. I had some silly delusion that I might actually write not-entirely-horrible poetry when I am being slightly crazy.

( House of Snow )

Mom and Yulie are back from Ireland. They brought PRESENTS. Happy me. I had missed them tremendously. And the airport was not that scary. Which maybe means I am getting over my agoraphobia ( Read more... )

1. On a walk with my father today, we passed a nice little road called "Weaseldrift Street ( Read more... )

I'm bored of NJ. I really want to come home.
Also recent events have made me worried that I'm an idiot. Namely, when people tell me not to do things, I do them out of spite even when they are bad for me.

Had a long very good talk with Papa today. We are no longer walking around with unresolved angst. Now the prospect of two more weeks alone with my father are not a source of worry but I am looking forward to them! We spent the whole day in a bookstore reading things. And we are going to be so much better to each other now. Thank you Mr. ( Read more... )

... And they <3 me.

I am super pissed off at belly dancers. I cannot begin to approach making my hips move in any intentional and graceful fashion. Damn them and their sexy coordination.

Happy birthday to Lex, who is now officially too old to date me ( Read more... )

Yesterday I tried to steel myself to go to Laura Mazzola's wake. I failed. I had a vision of being caught up and ripped apart by the grief of her family and the town and I don't think I could have dealt with it. I am having a hard enough time on my own. I wish I were courageous enough to brave the oceans of sadness and heartache that cover my ( Read more... )