honey tangerine

This is me running out the door.
This is me not skipping school.

"I'm in the sort of mood where all I want to do is get drunk and fuck."

There are so many voices in my head, and they are going to get me in trouble one day.

The oranges finally fell down from the tree. So I practiced throwing more yesterday. I can get them up over the power lines. They thunk down on the ground.

They keep calling me.

all the religious medals around my neck hang heavily

Home, because I just couldn't sit out in public anymore today. All I wanted was to come home and take off my clothes, lay on the couch and cough. I'm watching Olympic coverage and writing a new chapter for my fan fiction monster.

The first floor of Calhoun has enormous flourescent lights now. It's awful. I liked the darkness better. Hana and I discussed Skvorecky. No literary papers for me in this class. Instead I'm going to keep a journal of my reactions to the novels, stories and essays.

I want to curl up, never go back to work, those things.

(no subject)

Evgeny Plushenko is lovely. I don't care if he fell during the short program. The man is wonderful.