December 2010
Wait…i kind of think that I want to donate to wikipedia.
Dirt Weed Diaries Vol. 1
screeeaaaming:
just smoked the first of my dirt weed with my friend out of an apple while walking home from our other friends house. i haven’t smoked in so long, I’m like so super fucking stoned i can barely type, I keep having to edit every word. i wanted to jerk off but then I wanted to watch south park and neither side is winning so I’m on tumblr instead listening to neil young and trying...
season 2, episode 4
of pushing daisies really hit the spot.
may study abroad this spring quarter and do a summer session. hopeful hoping. it may be: england, italy, or france.
I just watched Black Swan
for the second time. I didn’t— this time— have an extended panic attack.
What’s funny about Black Swan </i> is that every audience reaction is the same: after crawling out of the dark theater feeling shaken and weak, one hears nervous laughter echoing in the muted hall, laughter stemming from the violent emotion the movie rendered (for 2 straight hours) in us...
uh lol
so natalie portman is having a baby
amongstthewreckage:
and she’s engaged.
DREAMS. RUINED.
home alone 10 hours no car. fml
growing my bangs out: difficult, but necessary.
Hi, here is a real post that I’m typing right now. Things that are on my mind:
1. My stomach is churning indicating that I am hungry, but I don’t want to get up and eat anything. Mostly, I’m worried about the process of digestion and how it will affect my sleeping pattern.
2. It’s always really hard finding a movie on Netflix to fall asleep to. Netflix instant is really...
idk how to feel about my laptop.
brothers bloom best movie
love poem #3
Love poem #3
If you are my pronoun And I am not your pronoun This romance is a romance is an unrequited romance. Will you just fuck me already? No, that’s vulgar it’s not poetry, is this poetry? I’m making stakes. Words are beautiful: silhouette, effervesce, etymology, entomology, rectify, dipthong. Dipthong? One final movement to make our movement dance. Dance? Yeah, I’ll buy it.
love poem #2
Love poem #2
Why is it hard to picture you going down on me? Your face is just so jovial, I mean jovial as in east-coast matter of fact, but happy, with problems sort of way. Like, you have problems and I have problems, but we wouldn’t talk about it, just fall asleep.
It’s just so frustrating when I’m trying to masturbate and I can’t get off.
love poem #1
Love poem #1
I think that I’m in love with you.
asleep - the smiths. play repeat. holidays,
one last drop of teen angst before i turn 20 (in...
Complaining about your suburban heritage
Is so drab, I said—I said you made it so why don’t you
Just be normal
C=A=N =Y=O=U = B=E =N=O=R=M=A=L?????????
There are things in life you can’t explain: Elton john karaoke,
Asian guilt,
Catholic guilt,
Being in love with your professor,
Dogs circling their beds.
i want to get out of that...
the brothers bloom is still a good movie.
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where do you go to school in seattle/ what is it...
i go to UW and it’s okay. i like it just fine. i like my writing classes, those are rad. also i like taking social sciences classes because “they create the most interesting discourse.” it’s pretty big, but i that means i make more friends that look differently and speak differently and are from different places and backgrounds, which gives me interesting perspectives on...
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do u have АSK.FM account? i love it, its like...
i’m probably not going to get an ask.fm account.
IDK this is self-centered.
is it creepy to say, i want you so bad it hurts?
my poetry grade is good. a 3.8 is good. but it’s not a 3.9. or a 4.0.
except i think that now after doing the whole portfolio mess, i think that i could write “better” things, meaning things that someone would consider to have more poetic “craft.” which is a shame because it only took about 4 all nighters to get this way. now it’s over, sadface.
cheeseball poem #3 (also my first poem in...
Longing works, you know how it works: It moves in distances that bring us cartographically closer,
As in, distances that brought me cartographically closer, or
Lovely silhouettes of girls with hair that Cascades around the shoulders,
They were blades like wings. It was blue, the dress,
Glowing terribly behind incandescent bulbs romantic Ideas: lovers who time travel, the phrase
‘I will never leave...
how appropriate it is that at the end of the year (before my birthday), i— once again— relive my love affair with the smiths.
today is just a the smiths kind of day, i guess.
“the writers all wanted to write about the first snow fall, but they knew that the other writers would be writing it too— the snow made all of the university houses seem majestic. well, sometimes when the weather takes on a post- Apocolyptic nature, the leaves turn atomically yellow (neon).
i love you in distances that move...
That feeling you get when you unsnap your bra...
likeneelyohara:
-splinched
i am a frequenter of this cafe in seattle called mars, they have couches, an art gallery, and are also a diner. the owner’s name is kevan (we’re friends!), they’re open until 3 am every day (save for sunday.) i’m sitting here writing poetry, sipping on a red eye— my life as of now is quintessentially seattle.
to do by tomorrow
to do list:
1. five poetry critiques a. mark strand b. workshop poem 5 c. Heather McHugh d. workshop poem 6 e. Rob Hass
2. two workshop write ups a. allegro workshop b. cafe mars workshop c. solstice workshop
3. portfolio cover page (5 pg, single space)
4. five edited poems a. 1 b. 2 c. 3 d. 4 e. 5
5. revise paper on modernist poetry
TWITTER, NOT TWITTR.: TWITTER.COM/JANUARYFORT
because it’s my birthday soon!
fuck i am so stupid lol
i feel in love. i feel sad. i feel hurt. i feel in love.
okay.
goodbye.
lol
hey dudes my competitive side is coming out so here i’m going to write this shit and it’s going to “rock your world.” aka it’s going to be hot.
also i am fearful that i am becoming the type of person that solicits alienation through inaccessible conversational rhetoric (an obvious product of an U-M-C private education), but when i think about it really i’m only trying to do what i’m here for, which is learn 50k worth of “shit” and apply it to my “life.”
the prospects of being present in academia excite...
also, i’m thinking about doing a minor in linguistics. and switching the crea writing/psych dub major to crea writing/anthro dub major (with a minor in linguistics). i have a really horrible distaste for social sciences, but for some reason i keep coming back to it. after all, it does create the most interesting discourse— well, after womens studies/feminism.
so the ~22 hours of studying (spread out over 3 days, kind of…) i put in for my psych final better pay off… i just cushioned myself with some taurine (caffeine^10) and study aids right before i go in for my final AND i’m dispelling my anxiety by posting on tumblr. running on roughly an hour and a half of sleep— oh, this is the epitome of being in “university.”
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i am a wreck right now because i have a lot of work to do for my poetry class and a lot of work to do for my astro class and a lot of work to do for my psych class.
i am something please make me into something
i randomly start to hear a phantom woman who is telling me congratulations! you’ve won quietly in the background.
i wish that in that picture of the three of us, i was also hugging my little brother.
when i look in the back, the room returns to its normal sounds.
do you, like me, hear a beep in your head when you sit quietly alone, not thinking of anything?
yesterday, i heard a noise in...