And so it goes.

My feet are swollen. I don't know why. I can't fit my heels- any of them. looks like another day of boots or keds, because I don't think my converse fit either. Two fat feet. Two hours till I have to walk to my furthest class with the most amount of stuff I have to carry all week. I wish the museum would let us walk through it, instead of around it ( Read more... )

The human condition can be summed up in just one word and this is the word: Embarrassment.

Kurt Vonnegut

 Oh, the Places You'll Go ( Read more... )

Home's the place we head for in our sleep.
Boxcars stumbling north in dreams
don't wait for us. We catch them on the run.
The rails, old lacerations that we love,
shoot parallel across the face and break
just under Turtle Mountains. Riding scars
you can't get lost. Home is the place they cross.

-part of the poem by Louise Erdrich

But they're so much fun to answer.

If I were a month I would be: October
If I were a day of the week I would be: Sunday
If I were a time of day I would be: 3:30 am
If I were a planet I would be:  Mercury
If I were a sea animal I would be:  Mermaid
If I were a direction I would be: West
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: A very soft bed with ( Read more... )

I can not make friends. I look severe. I play devils advocate in class. English class is like a sport to me, I'm this weird intense character in class, but jeez,  I don't bite. I've always been the nice one. I suppose I've inflicted this isolation on myself. I can't help it. My jaws clenches. I shiver. I fucking shiver! My whole body tenses up. ( Read more... )

Reading the first five chapters of Rosseau's Reveries of a Solitary Walker.
Before morning.
It is morning.

I went to see more of the Hopper exhibit today. It was like an assembly line of people, since it just opened this week. Step forward, note painting, nod head, whisper something clever to companion while still looking at the painting, nod again ( Read more... )

Since the poetry communities I belong to don't allow song lyrics to be posted (and I understand once looking at some song lyrics why that is) I give you the poetry by Leonard Cohen. Or, i bring you a poem. This never fails to rearrange my insides when I read or listen to this ( Read more... )

My limbs have been feeling so heavy lately. They just fall.......fall down. My arms don't stay up when I am playing with my hair, or when I prop myself up when trying to fall asleep.