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My birthday is coming up and I am making plans
I haven’t posted anything in a while. I just haven’t been very inspired, you know? Or, I kind of tumbled some ideas around but couldn’t synthesize them into anything coherent enou...
“Your subscription to Custom CSS has expired or is about to expire. Visit the Upgrades page to renew it.” Oh, blast. It’s that time of the year.
Mom, in all honesty - I think you’ve forgotten how to be a mother. You didn’t want me to have anyone over today because you wanted to spend time with me. But not once all day did you ev...
my creativity has stalled due to the pressures of the last few weeks of the second quarter. my GPA was not what i was hoping it would be – we’ll see if i can fix that. i seem to have lo...
dragon it should have been chinese new year tonight - but that’s on valentine’s day, too; the egg-drop soup clouds they whispered your name and the perigee moon burned into my closed eyel...
is it fair that for all my standing up to you when i disagree, everything i do that matters is held back by what you want? i could’ve been at that dance; i could go to prom. but what does that ...
Here is one of the three poems I sent to the Friends of Acadia biannual contest. Tiny The first time we visited mother’s grave My heels stamped tiny crescents into the dirt It is Autumn, Saint Gregor...
then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind down the foggy ruins of time far past the frozen leaves the haunted, frightened trees out to the windy beach far from the twisted reach of...
A weekend of no homework! Midterms are finally, finally, FINALLY over, which means I have a little bit of time to myself. Hurrah! Thank you to those who haven’t deserted me (I would have des...
Tumblarity…? I’ll admit, I find Tumblr interesting, and I’m a sucker for fun layouts (and I get really, really particular about finding the perfect layout for anything. Story of m...
fizz all those ephemeral bubbles; why i would rather have milk in my wine glass
I sent some poems to Acadia Journal. I don’t really expect to win anything, but it feels nice seeing things all printed out on real paper. You can’t match that creamy whiteness with a c...
May by Sara Teasdale The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry ...
I got a 95 on my Calculus test and a 65 on my Chemistry quiz – I am still of the mind that those two classes’ grades vary inversely. Midterms are next week; I will be back.
everything is started and nothing is finished. just thought someone might want an update.
Well, the week from hell is almost over. My fishbowl discussion is tomorrow, on a chapter I haven’t read, in a class in which my last test grade was a 56. I have two essays on Ethan Frome due o...
i miss corinne ayako hirotsu that’s all.
Happy New Year! and happy blue moon – the moon was full on the second and also tonight, the 31st. — in one year – most of us will know where we’re going to college in two year...
i think its silly how just because people don’t hear about things ending means they assume things haven’t ended.
first, some sylvia plath and in truth it is terrible, multiplied in the eyes of the flies. -totem, 28 january 1963 is there no great love, only tenderness? does the sea remember the walker upon it? m...
I mentioned The Impossible Project back in May when I first saw the photographs of the factory at Enschede. With the last batch of original Polaroid film being repackaged and sold as well as the immi...
Mom’s got a new place. Still thinking about how to decorate. I have a book report and a short novel to read and essays to think about and a lab to do. Break feels shorter and shorter.
on etsy, inspired by e.e. cummings poem, ‘i carry your heart with me,’
i always hated the idea of a role model. i think girls should be taught by their parents, and learn what’s right, not be a little copycat. everyone makes mistakes. and to tell a little girl tha...
I’ve been working on a surprise for you guys. It’s the best Christmas (or other winter celebration) EVER.
on second thought, the purple might be a little hard to read. arabian nights, featuring annie.
you’ll have to forgive us, it’s our first show sleepy sorrow seeps into me like some forgotten sonnet, kindled by keywords but kept quiet, still a foggy and faintly etched facade over the...
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