sigh.

Well, you know, it could always be worse. Like if I died from taking three Tylenols...thanks, Em!

Good friends.

It'll make for a good story, I think, that Emeline helped push my car from where it helplessly spun in the Wash Tub parking lot, shoveled off the driveway entrance with me (the Tub should give us free laundry for doing them such a service, I feel), directed my reverse driving, found a parking spot in an apartment lot across the street, and followed me there in her pajama pants.

Our hands are numb inside of our gloves and our skin screams from our faces in the wind, but I do have ice cream for her.

In honor of 2-13,

Why Staying Together is Easier Than Breaking Up.

According to social scientists Angie Baby and DJ Di, a break up entails...

-redecorating the entire room. Down go the photos, frames, cute mementos, and random objects that you've accumulated.
-debating whether or not to hide or destroy said photos and items.
-revamping the profile. Making sure that you appear to be having the time of your life.
-besides late at night after a night with the girls, when "What Hurts the Most" lyrics appear on the away message. Crooked face optional.
-to read or not to read the other person's away messages? Remove from Buddy List? Block?
-what to do about Facebook? "It's complicated?" What if the other party doesn't agree? De-tag photos? Delete person as friend? Leave relationship status blank? "Looking For" = "Random Play" and/or "Whatever I can get," but is that too desperate? To poke back or not to pack back?
-and, of course, GTB will found out, sing your away message to you, and taunt you.

Trust us, kids, it's easier to stick it out.

"'My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns, hon'...or is it h-u-n?"

"I thought those were the German invaders."

"Weren't those the Visigoths?"

"Maybe both?"

"And you don't have an anaconda."

"That's what you think."

Only two and a half years later,

I realize that the purpose of college is to invert the word home beyond recognition, making you feel comfortable and disjointed wherever you find yourself.

It's Friday already??

Don't let anybody take away your power.

Hold me closer, tiny dancer...

And now I feel that everything will be okay.

otra intro

I will come to your waters and stand still, lest my breath cause a ripple. Your light shimmers over them. You move and shadows bend for you.

You are…you are a Phoenix, says the shirt beneath your blue-and-red vest.

You’ve yet to stare at me coldly, and I am encouraged. You’ve also yet to stare at me with recognition. But I am not deterred. I’ve returned to the line for your register four times over the past week.

Re: Evolution of Writing lecture, 1.31.07

Is artificiality natural to humans?

Por supuesto.

Why else would I write and edit and reconsider if I didn't think of the effect it may have on someone else?

Why Sunday Was Awesome:

"I was checking 'Word is Bond' the other night..." I love you, Angie Baby!

-It was somewhat warm in Rhode Island
-I COMPETED...
-and did not fall
-on the floor
-or
-off of it
-in "the catsuit"
-and screamed to the dehydration point and back again
-and then, despues de muchas risas,
-we arrived home, and I found an elusive odd spot to park in.

This likely won't come as a

surprise to anyone who knows me, but I'm glad to be busy, glad to be rushing quickly through the slush, repeatedly checking assignments and logging into about fourteen different webpages in the name of "Writing in Cyberspace," heading to practice and back again, thinking doing thinking doing thinking doing. I like when they're equal and towards a common, positive goal.

A common, positive goal. I was focused, calm, and clean, without rush or struggle. Continue, sigue.

And I'm pretty fascinated by the fact that iTunes actually organizes all of the music on your computer for you.

Snowflakes.

And what I really mean to say...

is something that I'm not sure what to say about yet. Or think.

It's what I want.

Exactly.

Can I make it happen?

I believe so.

"Emeline - I forgive you as long as we go to Doug's sometime in the nearish future."

"Diana - I apologize for borrowing the journal for academic notes."

"Weird" seems right enough.

I'm weirdly glad to be back in Cortland. I just didn't want to be there anymore, in that mindset. Now I'm comfortably tired to the point where I can't think too specifically. It's nice.

There are things and people that I will have to let go of, or should let go of, or will have to think of letting go of, and what if I don't want to?

The bed's no longer a mess.

The quest:

To write a *meaningful* story.

English is a funky language.

Whilst speaking online
to Emeline
this afternoon,
I noticed that
"good"
and
"food"
do not rhyme.
(Nor do
"online"
and
"Emeline,"
if you know her.)
("Rhyme" could
almost, though.)

What "shouldn't" be said

If you begin a story with, "This might make me sound like a bad person" or "It seemed like a good idea at the time" or "I probably shouldn't be telling you this," then you've got my full attention.

This has the makings of an early night.

Even my alarm sounded too tired to be set.