I have it stuck in my head that every ailment can be cured with either Midol or Pepto Bismol.

    I don’t know why I bother; I always get his answer machine. There are occasions though when he surprises me, greeting me warmly across that static bridge. Those are the best. But sometimes we’re connected for only seconds as he casts me off again, busy without the courtesy of an electronic signal. Those hurt the worst.  I might as well train ( Read more... )

I don’t think it really hit me until the numbers came rolling in, $930 for rent, $1,017 for classes, then there’s $659 for a meals. And it’s more than that, my books and supplies, transportation, hell my dinky little FSU card. They all have their costs. I’m up to my eyeballs in debt in the first semester of college and I’m just a kid. But that’s ( Read more... )

    The lazy fan did little to discourage the sweat on my brow as I lolled through the crushed craters of my bed linen. Sloppy very sloppy, my grandmother would no doubt reprimand my lack of lady-like modesty, even here in the primal throws of slumber: blouse disheveled and rolled up to mid-back, legs sprawled with all the odd and unnatural angles ( Read more... )

Cakes, why do they all look like cakes? This year’s prom dress assortment is a fabric realization of what can only be described as Betty Crocker’s nightmare. True to the gluttonous American, these crude confections have enough tulle to feed a third world fishing village, enough sequins to outfit an entire army of transvestites, and enough fabric to ( Read more... )

    "You should just give up" The words echoed uncertainly in the air around me for a few fleeting moments. I stood there, uncomprehending, as if it the statement were a foreign language. All the words seemed English enough, but I had never heard them in that sequence before. My father, the mouth piece, shifted uncomfortably on his awkward feet and ( Read more... )

Hi you guys, I´m in Tacoagogo-land and I miss everyone.... and english... and ... cats. You don´t really see cats here.... at all, just a ton of dogs. Everywhere. It seems like the squeaky door to my room is more fluent in spanish than me. And when I went just one on one with my guide.... it was embarassing.... when all we could really communicate ( Read more... )

I already miss you guys. Be good and stay out of trouble. ^.^

Rape, War, Famine, Death. In the great scheme of things the issues I worry about are minute and insignificant. So why worry at all?! I have far more oportunity than most, all my limbs, most my brain cells, and a roof over my head. People would kill, no scratch that, have killed for the chances that I squander. Taken for granted, like the air I ( Read more... )

The sun sets and the pounding persists. They're just shadows now, dancing in the din. The ball, their bodies, the game all in perpetual motion. The paint-peeled street light self-conciously flickers on, casting it's net of murky illumination.  Finally it's just one on one, plus one: me. An inconsequential observer, equally relevant to the pair as ( Read more... )