I think that it is really fucking great that there are kids out there who can quote pages from the dictionary. If you know the entire english language, all the etymologies and definitions of all the words that we've ever spoken, I think you are brilliant and I'm sure you have an incredibly high IQ and I am sure that many, many colleges will welcome you into their outstretched arms. I commend you. However, you are missing the point.
Writing a novel is not stringing together meanings. Writing books and poetry has nothing to do with loving to learn new words and to use them profusely and to prove your vocabulary before everyone else's. It is about using beautiful lies to illustrate truth. That is what telling a story boils down to.
Do not tell me what I love.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Coffee and cigarettes are a food group.
On Friday, I almost didn't go to initiation for the sorority my roommate and I joined. I got cold feet and I called to say I wasn't going. The president called me and tried to convince me to, and I told her I would consider it. Then, I realized that if everyone was freaking out so much about me not going, I might as well go. When I called back the president to tell her I was going, she literally started crying with happiness. If there is anything I will remember for the rest of my life, it will be that, if only because it is such a beautiful example how people are wonderful.
Right now I am sitting in the office eating a muffin for breakfast at 2:31 p.m. and contemplating doing anything that might actually be considered productive. This weekend I realized that I lost something a long time ago, and I think I might have found it again. My stress has been a bit subdued, but now it comes in waves, so for a while I feel great and then suddenly my stomach is turning.
National Novel Writing Month was a fail. So are my academics.
I cannot wait for this semester to be over,
Thursday, November 17, 2011
throwback! I'm reverting to posting lists,
things i miss
time for reading
my hair, this time last year
a job at a fast food establishment
evening margaritas with the wolfpack
Sex and the City marathons, ere day
that one kid from high school
driving, especially at night
I can't stop listening to Florence's new album. You should really check it out.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I believe that the world is full of beautiful things.
Two nights ago a friend and I were talking about getting hurt, and she told me that something about me makes people comfortable, makes them understand that I don't expect much in return for friendship. It was probably one of the nicest things anyones ever said to me.-Loch.