Month: August 2011

let me just state for the record, i’m not pleased with this whole “not in college anymore” business. it fucking sucks, to put it plainly. when it was the summer and i knew people in east lansing weren’t having a lick of fun (while i totally was!) i was determinedly in love with madison. oh, but i should i have…

since about noon thirty i’ve swallowed something like five beers, desperately attempting to work up the nerve to head up to the apartment complex pool party on my lonesome. i’m thoroughly drunk, this is certain. but i’m still scared. i can’t understand this. i am such a confident person. in general, i find myself very attractive and awfully hilarious. i…

i never documented last weekend, how odd. it was almost a “lost weekend,” i suppose. but! my memory bank is not so debt-ridden that i cannot remember one week in the past. so far, at least. friday night failed on the social front, but i went to see the last harry potter. ultimately, a little disappointed i think. it had…

more often recently i’ve noticed that my apartment is something of a shrine to emily. the pictures are still up, her postcard is still attached to the fridge, a post-it note next to my elbow features a dozen bullet points for what i put in a letter to her, should i find the gumption to write such a thing. it…

i read fahrenheit 451 again for the first time since…junior high? perhaps high school. i remember hating it, being entirely disinterested in the simplistic plot and unnecessary literary flourishes. each sentence contained a metaphor and an allusion and all manner of thematic elements and i was bored. i guess we really do age into literature, though, because i certainly adored…

a perfect evening by the pool. the music was off, a pair of groups were quietly conversing about interesting topics, revealing themselves to be kind, thoughtful people with a taste for travel, the sun was setting into the colors of utah mountains, and i was just finishing up the harry potter supplemental material. gorgeous. and then, as i stood to…

i’ve just reached the point in the final harry potter book where everyone is returning to hogwarts, fixin’ to battle with you-know-you. i’m curled up in the corner of this comfy leather sofa, a light over my shoulder, harry potter soundtracks coming out of the speakers. it’s fair to say i’m ready for the end. this must be the third…