1. I thought first year of university was going to be like season one of Felicity. I was walking down Broadway after a particularly exhausting Contracts seminar when I realised this. One of the straps of my tote bag was broken, I was hurrying home so I could flick on the lamp switch and start in on my law assignment and my shoes needed to be re- ( Read more... )

When I began this entry, the sun was barely skimming the skyline, and long branches in the distance were illusively gaunt and withered, wearing the glamour of a day that was almost cold and sterile enough to be Winter. But persuaded by the normative should, I read R v Ireland and Symes v Mahon instead. Now the night is truly plunged in darkness ( Read more... )

For New year's Eve my parents are planning on going back to the Wenty house during the day. When they come back they'll have my piano books with them - books I haven't touched since May when I broke down in my piano teacher's studio and she berated me, her voice shrilly climbing octaves like a chromatic scale. It was my last lesson and concluded ( Read more... )

thursday

My heart is dangling from my teeth. I can't breathe anymore. In this strange new apartment, with my life boxed up still, I stare outside the window at the street lit with dim lights. I have Pink Floyd, espresso and Anne Carson's poetry to tide me through the night until 6am comes.

friday and saturday

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