COLLEGE: reading books until you die.

it is kind of fun to talk around with a stack of books two feet high, lookin' like jackass, talkin bout the narrative tradition. Dom is getting dressed [final in 40 minutes, woop] and she just said, "... you know, it's mostly about what you wear." i'm pretty much banking on my rather recently washed wardrobe to ( Read more... )

 it is good and unsettling to be with a boy who does not unconditionally adore me. Eric is very much fine without me, which is (I know) very much a good thing, but still feels somewhat strange. we know that this will end, and not in some far-off way. people have started to call him my boyfriend and i just shrug, don't protest anymore ( Read more... )

 i have written 7 (!!) pages so far today [yesterday, by now]. i think i am going to shoot for 10, and call it a night. [and by call it a night i mean: go out in this great big place and see what i find.] it's unbelievable how, in a year, this city hasn't gotten any less huge to me. so now i know pretty much how a lot of the subways run and i can ( Read more... )

it will be weird to come home and have to worry about substance use again. first: here, as long as you remain on campus, there are virtually no consequences for alcohol/marijuana use (unless you are smoking in your room.) there are two kids that regularly sit on the steps to my building and smoke J's. sometimes we drink 40s on the lawn, lazily ( Read more... )

two days of sun and i feel invincible: two days of sun and i feel like we've fought winter and won, that it's never coming back. and don't ever come back! i say, bare foot on its icy chest.

this friday Potluck House is having a subway party: we will dress up and put our 40's in plastic bags and dance in the subway cars all the way to Coney Island, ( Read more... )

 in losing my phone, i think i have fallen off the face of even my own earth. things are considerably more timeless and it's strange to have to wait for people, to actually seek them out. the act of finding and looking for someone (although i still did this with a phone) is a strange and pleasant one. i have learned people's schedules, had to be on ( Read more... )

 i tell someone on the walk home: the thing about the passing of time and the change of the seasons is that we can never get over them. every year is mostly the chance to exclaim: a year! just now! funny how it all moves and moves along, even without asking! and when the seasons change i can never get quite believe November's wind or spring rain, ( Read more... )

 i'm thinking about taking up a new hobby: dirty texting. i feel like it will be a nice transition to all the erotica i plan on writing soon. the plan is to move on from something other than-- BOOTY CALL: wanna fuck? sometime pretty soon.

in other news, ALL IT DOES HERE IS RAIN. i mean, honestly, Spring, aren't we getting a little out of hand here ( Read more... )

 so shit always seems to wind up just where i like it just as the semester starts to wrap up ( Read more... )

 so apparently i'm supposed to read Crime & Punishment in a week and a half? really, Columbia? really?

i'm exhausted by all this reading-- it's captivating and rewarding, but after a while 400 hundred pages a week wears me down. that and chem labs, exams, papers. i'm tired and things are just picking up for finals.

My New Boo (as i think about him ( Read more... )