It wasn't exactly the week from hell, but a hell of a week. The strike meant everyone had to walk, and okay, I'm faster than most people, but not if everyone is blocking the roads because they need to walk as well. Everyone except for Spider-man, that is. Guess who was the only student arriving punctually at college that week? Webslinging is ( Read more... )

As yesterday was world AIDS day, the entire demonstration/assembly thing turned out to be way huger than just a bunch of students. It was also weird, because aside from demonstrating, everyone was soon arguing with everyone else, about all kind of things, from whether still connecting AIDS with homosexuals was discriminating against women to ( Read more... )

More media nonsense, though this time at least nobody knows they’re writing about me. That J.J. Jameson apparantly has a hate-on for superheroes. Or maybe just for people connected with Spider-man. So, newest headline of the Daily Bugle: Spider-man’s Slimy Sidekick: New Masked Menace: Kid Vicious. Or something. Kill me now. I should have let Harry ( Read more... )

Day Four in New York, and thank God all my paperwork arrived from Stanford, because I just spend half of the afternoon doing the registrations here at NYU and trying to convince the professors I could catch up. I don't think Harry was completely straight with me about the donation, because they were a bit too lenient with someone who may have had ( Read more... )

After thisSex, among other things, is a way of knowing people. Not deeper or better than you know them anyway, just differently. So when you think of Cordelia, you remember her smile that lits up the room and the sadness and confusion that surrounded her when she could not remember who she was, but you also remember kissing her when the air tasted ( Read more... )

Connor left his parents’ home on Sunday afternoon. It was an awkward goodbye; they were still very new at interactions that did not involve life and death situations or vicious arguments. And he knew how they felt about his eventual destination. Still, they managed to get through the leavetaking without resorting to old patterns. It would never ( Read more... )

Two days in Boston, and the oddness of living with both of his parents at the same time hasn’t lessened. It reminds him of swimming in cold water. The water carries you, and flows everywhere around you, it makes you believe that you belong to it in a way you do not belong on land, and it nourishes you. But you still know it can’t last. You have get ( Read more... )