And god, on the bus from Chicago I sat next to this girl, nineteen or twenty maybe, who was wearing the same vanilla-smelling junk you do on her skin and she fell asleep with one of her legs nudged up against one of mine and her heavily underlined & annotated copy of a Wicca manual called Modern Witch-Craft slumping out of her fingers to the floor ( Read more... )

There's a problem I have, and it's one of those problems that sounds made up. Promise it's not (but remember, too, that I am human and prone to fallacy, and also arguably stupid/crazy/emotionally unstable and hence even proner to fallacy). Basically, it's that I make clocks die. Well, okay, only digital wristwatches, probably. Maybe also digital ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel so full of things to be said that I can't say anything at all, in the end. And it frustrates me that there must be an order, a bird after a bird in a long, long line. I wish I could draw everything up and out and into the world all at once, in an instant. Like Henri in The Passion, I want to write down what I felt and how I was ( Read more... )

Who is procrastinating?

That's right! Lots of people! But right now, right here, the salient answer is me, Julia A. ! I am procrastinating-- though, actually, I did manage to hand in two four-page assignments on time this week, and one poem revision early. But I've still gotta write two separate very large medical history research essays, one for ( Read more... )