Symbolically, as everyone save T.S. Eliot will probably admit, Spring is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation, and renewal (even, no especially in this modern world of depravity, alienation, and industry). And today, it really felt like Spring. Whether it was in eating eggs (because eggs = the source of life itself) for breakfast, or promenading ( Read more... )

In one of my classes, there’s this greasy drugged-up junior (I know, that description could apply to a lot of people). For some reason, twice in the past week and a half, he has been prompted to make the proclamation “I’m an atheist” in reference to his religious affiliations. No, I’m sorry, it sounded more like, “Om un Ay-ti-ist.” At which ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I feel like I'm living in the past -- as if all the days and months between now and next September are already over and everything between now and then is just a memory. For, whatever happens between now and then doesn't matter. I'm not interested, and (barring the possibilities of freak accidents, pandemics, the amputation of several ( Read more... )

I've just realized that what my last name needs is an accent on the "e". From now on, I will be the terribly pretentious yet ghetto-fab Melissa R. Négro. I like that much better.

In other news, I only have to read 234 pages a day to finish Rising Up and Rising Down before leaving for Canada ( Read more... )

So, its Christmas (in case you weren't aware). I didn't expect it to come so soon, yet here I am. I've just returned from my Grandmother's house. It was nice; I like my family well enough. Nothing was extraordinary though. I think the highlight had to have been when my dad and uncles broke out the suction-cup bow-and-arrow sets and plastic was ( Read more... )

First day of school, last day of school...all the same in the end. I was back today, haunting the halls that I used to haunt not two months ago and the second I walked through the door it seemed as if I'd never left. It seemed to me that I had been going there all along, subconsciously, physically. I was there in the past, I will be there in the ( Read more... )

Sixteen days ahead of me. Sixteen days before it starts all over again. Sixteen days before the long-awaited future turns into the well-lamented past and I need start waking up at hours too early for my brain to function. One day soon I will fly this place. I will acquire things that look good and I will figure out what makes my hair look nice ( Read more... )

About a week ago, I think, I had this dream (I know, the weird dream obsession again) in which I was trying to act out the events of another dream exactly. Like, within the dream I had experienced a "fake" dream, and upon "waking" from that dream within the dream, I tried to make each and every event of the previously mentioned dream within a ( Read more... )

What is the difference between letting life pass me by and waiting for some kind of opportunity to arise? Where is the line drawn between leaving things to fate/chance/"meant to be"s/whatever and not acting upon anything? What is the difference between patiently waiting for the right thing to come around and wasting my life? Where does one begin ( Read more... )

I hate to write about the apparent. I think it's a really bad idea - a bit too "trendy," but today, this is what I have to say:

I have been eternally ready for a real start to my next phase. This could be it. Yet, now that it is time to begin, I cannot decide, Cape or no Cape?A few days ago (Thursday) I needed knowledge and I got it in the form ( Read more... )