got the tadpoles with a pencil. He killed em all ( Read more... )

for me now, my definition of badass is switching my conference topic halfway through the semester, actually telling my professor that i HATE a topic and that it's crushing my soul and i can't do it anymore (plus, i had the flu on sunday night and all of monday). now i'm free of that and im going to analyze this novel (in translation, it's the only ( Read more... )

one of our suitmates left and she's rich and from california so she just left a lot of her stuff. things i would never consider leaving... like a really nice cd player/alarm clock with decent sound quality, a phone, a small chest of drawers on wheels, power strips and extension cords, a printer/scanner/copier!, cups and bowls, various office ( Read more... )

i am now obsessed with ( Read more... )

tonight i slid the town with my crew in our car that rides like a boat, in our car with couches instead of car seats. with a big screen tv of the world istead of windshield ( Read more... )

whenever i go shopping i fall into synesthesia. either that or my senses become neutered. i feel lost and i can't concentrate and i just wander around, trying to walk at a steady pace. i almost bump into things too. i can't hear very well, and my eyes hurt too, and i feel so many fabrics and pick up so many things that my sense of touch gets ( Read more... )

a year ago i walked to bronxville to buy two bags of grapes, a short distance then, a longer distance now because i've become lazier and i don't care as much about exercising. i remember being surprised at how expensive grapes are (do they have a "season?"). anyways, the grapes (one bag red, one bag green) were for a poetry reading, and everyone ( Read more... )

christmas junk ( Read more... )

i cant tell if this is forwards or backwards. last night was like something from anna's high school fantasies about how college would be. revelry spelled out in beer and collective nudity (well, toplessness, because the fantasy only goes so far). it was dark in there, but i felt like i looked like fiona apple: small, perky tits, big lips. i have ( Read more... )

i signed up for humor with teeth. a poetry class which means forced writing. i used to think that made it worse but now i disagree wholeheartedly, and know that i need that kind of discomfort to write and knowing that i have to read it outloud every. single. week. on thursday evening (a good time for a poetry class), because after i can go and ( Read more... )