I'm starting to wonder what permanence feels like ( Read more... )

The last week before school starts is always difficult. It's that awkward time stuck between being ready to go back and have something to do, and not ever wanting to leave. Hangouts are fun, and necessary, but bittersweet, and on top of this my particular brand of neurotic means that I'm about as ill-equipped to deal with change as it's possible to ( Read more... )

Oklahoma has an obsession with storms. Like Georgia and peaches, like Annapolis and crabs, like San Francisco and rainbows, Oklahoma represents itself with the thunderstorm. It's everywhere you look - half the little league sports teams in the state are "Cyclones," our basketball team is the OKC Thunder, Arashi Taiko proudly blazons the kanji for " ( Read more... )

So my mother's having her midlife crisis.

( If I gaze into my navel any harder I'll start seeing spots. )

So-- back in Oklahoma. Sitting in my dorm, surrounded by owls (How do I have this many owls I DIDN'T EVEN BUY ANY OF THEM MYSELF). Tomorrow I'll pay my tuition, beg a place in piano II, buy my textbooks, get a haircut, and find my classrooms. I'm excited to be back-- the father of my owls picked me up from the airport, my fraternity tackled me in a ( Read more... )

So I am not looking forward to Thanksgiving break.

I want to be home. I want to be home so badly. I still love it here, I'm still glad to wake up here every morning, but I will be doing flat nothing for the next five days and I'm already dreading it. My mom's going into surgery at 7:00 tomorrow morning and I won't be there; I'll just get a call ( Read more... )

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