Non Fiction
This class is the worst. It's 8:21 on Wednesday and we've already allowed the short stories (or um, the Great American Essays) of Hemingway, Nabokov, and Bellow to take up 2 hours of class. Not that they shouldn't. But nothing can fill enough time in this fucking class with this fucking professor. I spent break returning library books that are two days overdue. Books about the Irish Famine. Books that I was going to use for my final Romanticism paper.....before I was informed that the Irish Famine occured in an era too removed from Kant, Coleridge, and Keats.
This is college. I spend my freetime planning my freetime, a constant toss-up between applying for Chicago-based bull shit marketing jobs, browsing Craig's List for serving work (I have $-188 in my account...overdraft fees and all), and smoking too many bowls and watching mindless things with funny people who make me feel like I'm going to be good "right now" forever.
Going to Caritas last weekend was wonderful and so hard. I know that "that" life isn't going to be "my" life. But I want to visit it forever and always feel as welcome as the new staff made Kelley and I feel while she was visiting from Chicago. And I want to feel as uninhibited as I did up there (when I was 10, when I was 18, when I am now) forever. It's so hard to return from a place so rich with connection and conversation and beautiful beautiful things to something still beautiful but always distant. I just want to laugh. And find all of the places that make my heart ache pang.
But I will probably be spoiled with stories by then. I made out with a cute boy last night and made out with him again, today. On Thursday, we drank green beer and talked about the Burkian Sublime. It's so nice to talk to someone who knows more than me. Not that I know anything at all. Today, we smoked his club shit and he told me a secret. When's the last time someone told you a secret??
Moving on, I feel like i've gained five pounds in a week. My boobs are huge and I'm beyond broke. Does anyone know of a sweet trendy detox??
25 minutes left of class. The topic is Bohemian writers. Gag me. "Has anyone read The Little House on the Prairie?" Really???? "Well, has anyone atleast seen the show?"
Enough Enough Enough
This is college. I spend my freetime planning my freetime, a constant toss-up between applying for Chicago-based bull shit marketing jobs, browsing Craig's List for serving work (I have $-188 in my account...overdraft fees and all), and smoking too many bowls and watching mindless things with funny people who make me feel like I'm going to be good "right now" forever.
Going to Caritas last weekend was wonderful and so hard. I know that "that" life isn't going to be "my" life. But I want to visit it forever and always feel as welcome as the new staff made Kelley and I feel while she was visiting from Chicago. And I want to feel as uninhibited as I did up there (when I was 10, when I was 18, when I am now) forever. It's so hard to return from a place so rich with connection and conversation and beautiful beautiful things to something still beautiful but always distant. I just want to laugh. And find all of the places that make my heart ache pang.
But I will probably be spoiled with stories by then. I made out with a cute boy last night and made out with him again, today. On Thursday, we drank green beer and talked about the Burkian Sublime. It's so nice to talk to someone who knows more than me. Not that I know anything at all. Today, we smoked his club shit and he told me a secret. When's the last time someone told you a secret??
Moving on, I feel like i've gained five pounds in a week. My boobs are huge and I'm beyond broke. Does anyone know of a sweet trendy detox??
25 minutes left of class. The topic is Bohemian writers. Gag me. "Has anyone read The Little House on the Prairie?" Really???? "Well, has anyone atleast seen the show?"
Enough Enough Enough