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kiss me with those red lips
The overflowing trash can in Jordan's office is fifty-five percent full of Twix wrappers, thirty-five percent York peppermint pattie wrappers, ten percent ginger candy wrappers, and an empty cold medicine bottle is perched on top. It is finals week and we have barely left this room in the last three days ( Read more... ) -
writing again
I knew if I just kept sitting down and reading this book and my notes on this book and thinking through the ideas there that eventually I would encounter a thought of my own. The book is Badiou's Ethics and the paper I'm writing on it is for the eyes of none other than the department chair whose disappointed chastisements I've weathered all ( Read more... ) -
good vibrations
First of all, the fact that Washington, DC sent me an email alerting me to a "hypothermia danger" because their weather was getting down to 27 degrees Fahrenheit has convinced me once and for all that my nation's capital is utterly ridiculous. Can't function in 27 degree weather with snow that doesn't even stick? Come on. Govern your country, ( Read more... ) -
falling off of lj
I periodically fall off of lj and stay off for ages. It's too much, writing and writing and posting and not knowing where the characters go. Whereas I know where the paper pages I write go, which is into the collapsible ottoman at the foot of my bed ( Read more... ) -
new interest
I've been assigned to read Miller's Ronin for a contemporary American literature class (subtitle: Cyberpunk). It is the first time in college I've studied anything more recent than Larkin. It is also the first time in college I've studied American lit that doesn't fall under the heading of "African American Literature". There was a memorable time a ( Read more... ) -
die welt ist alles was der fall ist
Singing solo for 25 minutes is so much harder than you'd expect it to be. Unless you're Renée Fleming, in which case you must be so toned i could break my finger with a friendly poke in the ribs. Not that I would venture to actually poke Renée Fleming in the ribs. My senior voice recital looms. Also, the choir has concerts this weekend, which means ( Read more... ) -
having just watched the history boys
And sitting on my white chair, the glow of the Christmas tree behind me spouting over the edges of my vision, I looked over to the side and saw Grenye and Fletcher kiss. They were standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, silver bows I'd tied out of strips of tulle and strung up for Christmas framing their heads. Behind them, I could see a V of ( Read more... ) -
ugh
I am not well. It is a good thing I have a doctor for a father and an aspiring doctor for a roommate; if it weren't for them, I'd probably still be shivering in a ball beneath four blankets, two hoodies, a t-shirt, and a tank top. I've been a godawful facebook- and email-responder, a terrible lj friend, and a lackluster student for the past few ( Read more... ) -
ACK.
I'm overflowing. I am, quite seriously, overflowing. I haven't gone back and read old lj entries for at least two years, but it occurred to me this morning that I have been posting fragments of everything from dreams to heartbreak to epic simile since 2003. That's half a damn decade.
It is easy, in looking back, to forget to think of past versions ( Read more... ) -
asshats
I keep laughing at myself this week. I will literally stop walking and plant my hands on my knees and laugh, not because I've been particularly clever or witty (although I am that now and again), but just because I exist. There is something about existing that, when I am feeling free and human, strikes me as just so fucking hilarious that I can't ( Read more... )