Friday, May 29, 2009

it was written in heart signs, faintly

i believe in evolution, social justice, workers' rights, humanism, that creative expression is the height of human consciousness, and the right to diversity of belief, to marry the person you love, and to do as you choose so long as it does not adversely affect another human.

and God.

i do not find this to be in any way contradictory.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

remember walking on the first time

some of this is moving over to

but some of it is staying here

and this is going to rebecome the brigid word vomit and badly written anecdote world.

i need to go make a grocery list. and get my haircut. and go to the dentist. i'm going to be a whole new girl.

Monday, May 25, 2009

symbols clashing everywhere

Little tangled but ready to fly.

Hope is in the air these days.

Friday, May 15, 2009

spin me around again and rub my eyes

Just hang me out to dry and leave me there for a while.

I'll come back sun-bleached, bright, and smelling like fresh linen.

Just give me a minute and make sure it doesn't rain.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

when so much is left undone

I made it through, and here I am without anything to say about it that anyone wants to hear.

And, so, I won't. Maybe when I have some sleep in me, I'll have some kind of deep thoughts, but right now, I'm looking forward to a warm bed, biking to Bouchee for breakfast in the morning, and scouting out a birthday present fit for a soon-to-be teenager.

There are simple joys to be had in life. Like this:

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

you curl your fists and you pull your hair

Today, I am less sure that things always end the way they should.

I am young and lost.

Want to go home. Need to go home. Scared to go home.

Monday, May 11, 2009

i'd hate to leave you; i'd love to leave you for good

I think I'm content right now or maybe resigned. I know I'm okay.
I have my reasons.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

you gotta get that dirt off your shoulders

It can be hard, but sometimes you just have to pick your head up and keep moving.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

there's a place and time for everything, i know - don't ask

Sometimes things are strangely broken or just plain wrong. This is the way things work. This is how it's meant to be. They'll get fixed or respelled eventually.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

say what you will - i don't care. i couldn't resist it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. As finals grow ever nearer, it has become necessary for me to photograph myself in varying states of sleeplessness, stress, disarray, and confusion in order to keep a visual record of why I should keep up in my homework instead of procrastinating.

Obviously this has failed and instead has led me to waste more time by sharing some special favorites of me looking like a crazy person here. I admit to being about 74.3% insane. Here is some photographic evidence.

No commentary necessary.

Apparently rocking the side-pony and a beater. I was probably either wearing no pants or jorts. Seeing how this is in the dorm, probably no pants.

Second occurrence of the side-pony. This time you can also see my boyfriend, the body pillow.

Raspberry beret. Red Bull Cola. Nothing good can come of this combo.

The day after Mifflin. Accomplished nothing, wore a headband.

Me right now. This is wonderment over why I would choose to spend time making this post when I have 12 pages to write.