Ten thirty, sitting nearly on top of a pile of unfolded clothing that was meant to be neatly piled into a suitcase by now, staring at a word document containing half of an AP Lit blog post about a poem that rhymes too much and is slightly annoying. Thoughts disjointed, phone ringing off the hook even though I have made an abundance of things ( Read more... )

Last night, I dreamt that I was pregnant. No idea how I got that way, but I suppose it really didn't matter.
It was a terrifying and emotionally draining dream. But in it, I told my mother, and she helped me. So that was nice and comforting. I don't know. Maybe I should start sleeping with pillowcases again.

On a different note, today was the first ( Read more... )

I somehow made it through the day without paying a single bit of attention in any of my clases. This is probably not the best week to do that. There's a bit much to focus on, and yet, I don't feel the slightest tug to do any of it. I always have this mind set that everything will get done in the end -- that eventually, I will feel the need to start ( Read more... )

I'm waiting for some sort of desire to be productive to kick in. After going without internet for an entire day (I know, alert the media), I am curled up in the family room with High Schools Musical on mute, a full bladder, and no desire to change the channel or go to the bathroom. They could dedicate books to my laziness. But what can you do when ( Read more... )