I Live in Mist


What is it about weather that inspires us to write? More specifically, why are we always moved by rain? I suppose rain symbolizes new beginnings as it cleans the streets and helps the crops and flowers grow. I think there's something more, some other reason that we like to write poems and songs and entire... Continue Reading →

Happy Happy


I just wanted to sit down and write something in the middle of the night because…I’m happy. I’m happy because I’m warm in my bed and it’s absolutely frigid outside. I’m happy because I’m going home this weekend to visit my family and exist outside of this college town for a few days. I’m reading... Continue Reading →

Little Squeaks


Last night, I was really worried there was a mouse in my apartment. A real one, with little ears and whiskers and possibly rabies, and it made me very nervous. Now, remember, I pride myself on not being creeped out by bugs or snakes or small rodents (except squirrels, because they're always up to no... Continue Reading →

The Rebirth


It's been two years, either today or yesterday, since life meant very little to me. Two years since I broke and my mother had to take a plane at 6 a.m. to be with me, to keep me safe and protected. Two years since I started rebuilding. I never expected any of that to happen,... Continue Reading →

Lightness


I feel particularly wonderful today. You know when you feel like there's light inside you and you're laying in a field of soft grass and...everything is sunlight? I have that. I have renewed hope in the world, and it feels like the universe is balanced, and I could do math homework for 10 hours and... Continue Reading →

Is Everyone Gay?


I've been a wee bit absent lately because...well, there are lots of reasons: 1. Sorority recruitment is intense. We prepared for 6 days, then recruited for 5. My sorority had about 65 members two weeks ago...now we have 115. NEW MEMBERS GALORE! 2. I now have a job. Ish. I work for the alcohol and... Continue Reading →

I Am A Child, Neil Young


I've finally learned what it is to be a child. Being a child is crying because you want something you can't have, even when you don't even want it anymore. It's lip quivers for no reason. It's doing things you know are wrong because you want to. Being a child is awfully like being an... Continue Reading →

Technology Does Weird Things to Me


When I say that, I don't mean I've been operated on by mutant robots (my appointment isn't until Friday, and they say I should make a full recovery, but I'll definitely have a bionic arm. Hopefully it doesn't turn against me). I do mean that the interwebs and iPhones and whatnot make me do and... Continue Reading →

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