Ohhhhhh Jesus ( Read more... )

The new place is splendid, save for half the company I keep in it. I'm glad Todd has a friend to keep him from being completely bored in this grown-up place. I like it. I wake up on my off-days, and I do the dishes in the sink, put the clean ones away; I change the laundry; I make sure Chuck has food and water and makes his way through the doggie ( Read more... )

I like packing my stuff away. Each box is one box closer to getting the fuck out of this house.

Jessi and I have decided to write Maxwell one letter a week. We are collaborating. Jessi draws him a comic about something funny that has happened while he has been away, while I draft a story web for The Misadventures of People Living Without Max. It's ( Read more... )

You feel you need to do something special with your life, and know that you probably won't ( Read more... )

You know those days when you are shockingly disgusted with your physical self?
And you think....How did this happen? How did I let this happen? And you wonder how the lady with the ten pumps of mocha in her latte cannot realize what she is doing to herself--Or. How can she just not care? Then, if I am this disgusted with myself, how disgusted can ( Read more... )

I'm not pretty when I'm angry.
I become pink-faced, sweaty, and my arms flail like a chicken drowning in a backyard pool.
When I cry, really cry, my face is contorted, a newborn pup's expression. I have a certain way of crying when other people are around--like a movie star, cheeks wet with a stage hand's bottled tear drops. It isn't tragically fake ( Read more... )

Well, I gave up on the Ecocritical journal yesterday. I wrote it a nice little love letter, explaining why I was, emotionally, just never there for it.

I am excited for the summer, and being able to read only what I want to read. Every summer, I promise this. Then I pick up Virginia Woolf or something and expect to have a great time with it. I want ( Read more... )

Keats only wrote poetry for two and a half years, and he is part of The Big Six? This gives me lots....and lots of hope for myself and my own writing. Or lack thereof.

So. Lamia is one of the most beautiful Romantic poems I have ever read. Every time I read a section of it, I find something more striking than the previous time.

However!

I found much ( Read more... )

Apocalypse and Iron Maiden

"Repent. The End is Near." I always wonder about the old men with their signs, telling us passing patrons that we are sinners in need of saving before JUDGEMENT DAY. I can't help but get a little irritated. It isn't because they are imposing their views on me, because if they really believe these sensational, religious ( Read more... )

I always wait until after the class has discussed the text before I write my entries. Bad idea. I get caught up is the discussion, and forget what it was I wanted to say about the text, so I try to look back at the notes I wrote in the margins, and they rarely make much sense more than "!!" and "lovely."

I suppose these two notes fit when I think ( Read more... )