L'Chaim

Your heart filled with hate vacuums the smile off my face. 
It makes a bad day pass slower 
—your backward ideas— 
stumbling and falling instead of reaching… 
I don’t want to. 
I dont want to look at the stars with you 
until you can look at strangers with me 
(and smile instead of smirk) a sneer across your face, 
everything is ugly to you 
(and beauty can’t exist in anything, in anyone at all…) 
are not here 
your body is a shadow a memory of what used to be 
we can say hello but you’re dead to me. 
I don’t want to look at the stars with you 
until you can look at strangers with me and smile. 

Because I like to feel accomplished.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

Naked by David Sedaris

Girls and Boys by Lynda Barry

Everything in the World by Lynda Barry

It’s A Good Life If You Don’t Weaken by Seth

Things Are Meaning Less by Al Burian

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

more to come.

Yesterday was awesome.

My professor cut the class short, took us to see the senior show in Dumbo, and bought us all beer.

When I got back to Willoughby, they were handing out glow in the dark condoms (hooray!) and my future roommates were watching a movie on Adam’s projection screen.  Death Proof is awesome.

Also, I had leftover Thai food.  Soooooo good.

Still can’t wait until school is done, but things are getting better.

I feel like crap, I’m uppity, and I can’t wait to leave this place and get my summer on.

It’s so easy to feel desperate and isolated at this school.