“Kiss the key. Don’t look down. Think of God,” Pejman repeats to himself out loud. He would not gasp for breath or drag his feet, until nearly a mile of struggling through hot sand makes such promises sadistic and unreasonable. The pack of explosives shifts around his waist like an awkward hula hoop. No rifle lies in his hands; only the detonator ( Read more... )

New job. New school. Pile it on.

I'm not feeling nervous about anything. I'm skeptical, and with good reason, I believe.

Working in a bookstore is my second-most ideal summer job, but I can't help wondering why that is. I have these half-baked notions that because the job is easy and enjoyable, it will be worth my time. But I feel lazy and immature ( Read more... )

Two small dopey heads peek up from the booth behind me and try to pick up curse words. We're at Cici's (allyoucaneatforonlythreeninetynine); me with a salad because Paymon needs more material for gay jokes, Matt bitching about me not driving him home to change his shirt, and enough perversion between the three of us to give George Carlin a run for ( Read more... )

I'm sitting behind this real badass. A real motherfucker, an exaggerated Boston accent wearing a wifebeater, the chops. He's talking to some girl about mayonnaise and 1989 Chey Stadium. She's too tan, all crowded teeth and southern belle privilege, with her three four layers and Aviators. I'm sitting with my leg on my knee, thinking about Aida and ( Read more... )

Just name-drop The Holdy Steady, like Hurley does during the fourth episode of season two of Lost, duh!

I cannot stop laughing.

Because I need to know how other people judge me.

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Jaffar+Kyle+Aleagha

So me and Victor are studying in the suprisingly-crowded 5th floor of the PCL, when this guy and this girl sit down on a couch next to us and start discussing (I'm assuming) a mythology class they're taking ( Read more... )

That's right! I cut it all off, and now I need a haircut.

I got five books (Harry Potter 5, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Dorothy Parker's Complete Stories, Barrel Fever, and Naked Lunch), one sweater that's a size too large, a button-up collared shirt, once again a size too large (do I look fat? OMG complex), a hundred CD-RW discs (the gift that keeps on giving), a tape recorder (for journalism), a long- ( Read more... )

Sorry. I know I'm keeping my explosive fanbase in suspense by not updating regularly. If more of you posted comments, I'd be more inclined to write (hint hint ( Read more... )