i find your sharp features incredibly dull.
there is absolutely no way i could disagree with someone who came up to me right now and said, "emily, you've been eating too many beets and drinking excessively". i couldn't say, "no you're wrong", i couldn't even say, "if you looked at it differently you'd see that...." that person would be right. too many beets, too much booze.
this summer was one of the most amazing i've ever had, but i think it ended too poorly and too recently for me to be able to fully synthesize and explain how sweet it was, and to properly credit some of the parties who made it that awesome (i can thank anna and kate though! thank god for ladies!).
school has started again, and while i definitely slept through one of my classes on the first week it was just the slap in the face that i needed to remind myself that i'd like to do this one well, and not procrastinate to the point of panic attacks. i'm taking a translation course (taught by an oddly enthusiastic french woman named rose with whom i grow more enamored each class), a class on the memoir (taught by a woman i accidentally made cry the first day of class.... i had no idea he was DEAD!), a decent poetry class (taught by a woman whose last name is firestone and who i find to be personally compelling), and i'm re-taking the playwriting class that i dropped last term. oh, and pilates. i've gotsta get credits for exercising. it's a decent schedule and i'm excited at the prospect of enjoying myself in school this term. please god, let me enjoy myself in school this term.
the beginning of my last year in college. hilarious! and what have i learned? well, i could make a successful argument using de tocqueville to illustrate how my livejournal and myspace posts in the last four years are clearly indicative of my inherent americanism (anybody else have quotable sources for that? maybe i'll make it my thesis). no, i've learned some, not enough, but some. i've learned how to cook beets; how to calm myself down; how to stay active; how to take responsibility; how to roll with the punches, and how to get my work done (at least so far!). things i'm still working on: self control; how to cultivate my independence (repeat: for the good of myself and those around me); how to be proud of myself; how to sew (i still can't sew!); how to forgive myself; how to live in less conflict; and how to break old habits. the second list in longer than the first, but, you know, it depends on the day.
i've just started submitting my, ugh, poetry for publication and i am hoping (send a good wish to the money gods for me) that i'll get to record a proper record in december or january. gotta put yourself out there. i'd rather fail because of my weaknesses then stay stoned in my bedroom (unless, you know, its time to stay stoned for a while). did you know that the french call an orgasm a little death/"la petite mort"? i bet you did know that. i didn't and i find it interesting. i also find this interesting: woman has 23 needles in body. so interesting that i've written a short story about that girl.
today on the eve (well, almost, the 27th, lest ye forget) of turning twenty two i legitimately forgot i was twenty one. i got bummed when i saw that a band i liked was playing at a 21+ club. then i remembered that i didn't have to worry about that, not that i really worried about it before that, it was just such a hassle. well, mazel tov. 22, the age i didn't ever really imagine. i guess i thought i'd be famous by the time i was 22. pretty fucking cocky, kid. lets come to terms with reality, huh.
i'll reposition my bed within my bedroom for the third time in a month a half tonight. everything is new all the time! everyday is a miracle or! everyday is a little death (HA). i've been taking a lot of baths (epsom salts, man!) and having a lot of long talks with carla while i'm taking them. she is pretty great. lady bathroom talk is pretty great. i'm not afraid of anything right now. but that might just be the espresso talking.
the fall is just about here. i suggest that everyone starts taking baths.
this summer was one of the most amazing i've ever had, but i think it ended too poorly and too recently for me to be able to fully synthesize and explain how sweet it was, and to properly credit some of the parties who made it that awesome (i can thank anna and kate though! thank god for ladies!).
school has started again, and while i definitely slept through one of my classes on the first week it was just the slap in the face that i needed to remind myself that i'd like to do this one well, and not procrastinate to the point of panic attacks. i'm taking a translation course (taught by an oddly enthusiastic french woman named rose with whom i grow more enamored each class), a class on the memoir (taught by a woman i accidentally made cry the first day of class.... i had no idea he was DEAD!), a decent poetry class (taught by a woman whose last name is firestone and who i find to be personally compelling), and i'm re-taking the playwriting class that i dropped last term. oh, and pilates. i've gotsta get credits for exercising. it's a decent schedule and i'm excited at the prospect of enjoying myself in school this term. please god, let me enjoy myself in school this term.
the beginning of my last year in college. hilarious! and what have i learned? well, i could make a successful argument using de tocqueville to illustrate how my livejournal and myspace posts in the last four years are clearly indicative of my inherent americanism (anybody else have quotable sources for that? maybe i'll make it my thesis). no, i've learned some, not enough, but some. i've learned how to cook beets; how to calm myself down; how to stay active; how to take responsibility; how to roll with the punches, and how to get my work done (at least so far!). things i'm still working on: self control; how to cultivate my independence (repeat: for the good of myself and those around me); how to be proud of myself; how to sew (i still can't sew!); how to forgive myself; how to live in less conflict; and how to break old habits. the second list in longer than the first, but, you know, it depends on the day.
i've just started submitting my, ugh, poetry for publication and i am hoping (send a good wish to the money gods for me) that i'll get to record a proper record in december or january. gotta put yourself out there. i'd rather fail because of my weaknesses then stay stoned in my bedroom (unless, you know, its time to stay stoned for a while). did you know that the french call an orgasm a little death/"la petite mort"? i bet you did know that. i didn't and i find it interesting. i also find this interesting: woman has 23 needles in body. so interesting that i've written a short story about that girl.
today on the eve (well, almost, the 27th, lest ye forget) of turning twenty two i legitimately forgot i was twenty one. i got bummed when i saw that a band i liked was playing at a 21+ club. then i remembered that i didn't have to worry about that, not that i really worried about it before that, it was just such a hassle. well, mazel tov. 22, the age i didn't ever really imagine. i guess i thought i'd be famous by the time i was 22. pretty fucking cocky, kid. lets come to terms with reality, huh.
i'll reposition my bed within my bedroom for the third time in a month a half tonight. everything is new all the time! everyday is a miracle or! everyday is a little death (HA). i've been taking a lot of baths (epsom salts, man!) and having a lot of long talks with carla while i'm taking them. she is pretty great. lady bathroom talk is pretty great. i'm not afraid of anything right now. but that might just be the espresso talking.
the fall is just about here. i suggest that everyone starts taking baths.