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I guess I can cross "drink a Heineken in Germany" off my bucket list. While I'm at it, I could create a bucket list... So I'm halfway to Bangalore! I'm sitting in the Frankfurt Airport eating pineapple slices and drinking beer. It seemed like a good purchase at the time. To be honest, it still... Continue Reading →

Home


No feeling matches this stirring in my bed, expecting to be at school then opening my eyes and...home. Where every moment feels slowed down a bubbled sanctuary from the world as nothing touches me but softness -- the hugs of my mother the quilt of my youth the cat sitting on my face.

Champa


If words were fragrant my poems would smell like champa flowers. Heady, deep and sweet, they smell like -- The moment I knew I would grow up My daydreams of adventure The dark room I adopted in my adolescence The isolation I felt as I became someone no one else had known The reason for... Continue Reading →

I Grew Up So Well


I may be up at 2 a.m. and it may be because I finished editing a short story I've been working on for a year and I may have just submitted it to my university's literary journal so I may be having a mini heart attack but also may be feeling so accomplished that I... Continue Reading →

Fall Is Not For Lattes


Every girl in college is excited about fall because "yay pumpkin spice lattes, cozy sweaters, and boots!" This isn't to say I'm not excited about those things too, because I love me a chunky sweater and some tall boots (pumpkin spice lattes are another matter entirely -- my taste buds are very friendly but do... Continue Reading →

So Here’s Something…


I was packing today (I leave in 3 days, y'all...going back to college!) and came across an old diary from two years ago. I hadn't seen it in years, and I read through the whole thing.It detailed everything from getting asked to prom to being "dumped" by my prom date a few weeks after the... 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 →

I Did Not Come Here For Staring


Ah yes, another post about the gym. I hate the gym (still) even though I'm steadily losing weight and feeling less blimp-ish when I wear my gym shorts and trot along on a treadmill. I really, really, really hate the gym. It is too inside. There are too many walls. Of course, walls are necessary... Continue Reading →

Go Forth, Cappy. You’re A Man Now


Today was a day rivaled only by the day my dad taught me how to spit properly (the key is in the tongue placement...I think). I drove a total of 150 miles to interview for a position at school with the office of alcohol and drug counseling, assessment and prevention service. The position was one... Continue Reading →

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