when rain slapped the earth
alison bechdel emailed me back. twice.
i went to sabino canyon. back, after all this time. it's broken and it's dry but it was still big and empty and beautiful. sheer, and alive.
my therapist cried in therapy. i usually cry in therapy, and actually that's part of why i go. but we were talking about my parents and she was telling about being young and getting divorced and wanting to share everything all at once with her parents and going home. she cried when she told me about her dad playing a song on the organ, and she knew he understood.
my neck made such a big crunching sound that it stopped working. it's getting better but the drugs are almost gone!
i need some kind of lakeworthy craft for going pirating on the lake. and some friends. also, some bottles and corks for tossing out messages. awesome. i am ready for a monsoon.
pirates 3 was totally awesome. i'm going to write a rhet paper about pirate / gender, evolving identities. maybe i'll even get a chance in dr. crowley's class.
the helpdesk is going camping next weekend. yow. then i am going to seattle. then prateek is having a party; he invited nikhila and i. i'd like to go, or, i'd like to like to. i also have therapy homework to join something. i wanted to play softball. i don't think i can, anyway. and to write about the times i have been stung. i'm terrified of even pretending to talk to my mom. but i still started thinking about it last night.
i have a goddamn crush, brown-eyed and merciless.
i went to sabino canyon. back, after all this time. it's broken and it's dry but it was still big and empty and beautiful. sheer, and alive.
my therapist cried in therapy. i usually cry in therapy, and actually that's part of why i go. but we were talking about my parents and she was telling about being young and getting divorced and wanting to share everything all at once with her parents and going home. she cried when she told me about her dad playing a song on the organ, and she knew he understood.
my neck made such a big crunching sound that it stopped working. it's getting better but the drugs are almost gone!
i need some kind of lakeworthy craft for going pirating on the lake. and some friends. also, some bottles and corks for tossing out messages. awesome. i am ready for a monsoon.
pirates 3 was totally awesome. i'm going to write a rhet paper about pirate / gender, evolving identities. maybe i'll even get a chance in dr. crowley's class.
the helpdesk is going camping next weekend. yow. then i am going to seattle. then prateek is having a party; he invited nikhila and i. i'd like to go, or, i'd like to like to. i also have therapy homework to join something. i wanted to play softball. i don't think i can, anyway. and to write about the times i have been stung. i'm terrified of even pretending to talk to my mom. but i still started thinking about it last night.
i have a goddamn crush, brown-eyed and merciless.