What must Rick Astley think of his Internet phenomenon? Had I happened to be him, I’d be somewhat humbled, slightly embarrassed (this is me, blushing, scratching the back of my head for lack of a place to put my frustrated fingers, solving the enigmas written on the ceiling. Yes, they are quite important, indeed, very [...]
hells to the yes, emma! I can’t wait to be an adult. not to drink or have sex or smoke. (i can do all of those things now and not get caught anyway LOL) but because i think life will be better because im actually living in the world. not the little bubble we call [...]
When I was six years old, my mother sent me to Bible School. Whether this was an attempt to convert me or to fulfill the notion that she was obligated to submit her offspring to some sort of Christian institution, I am not entirely sure. I’m inclined to believe she just wanted some other argument [...]
What is it that irritates me about your supposed “code of morals” ? How you employ it in cases of resentment, to amplify someone’s mediocrity. How the rules are outdated, and sometimes figments of your imagination. How you use it to judge, spitting out the words “IT’S ONLY PROPER” or “IT’S GOOD EDUCATION” when something [...]
So Billy Joel’s We Didn’t Start The Fire is on, which I am attempting to memorize along with Yakko’s World. Yes, this is what I do on Saturdays. My neighbor will be hanging his suits and ties on the communal apartment clothes line outside. I think the shuffle of slippery feet on linoleum and the rumble of [...]
“Hey?” “Mhm?” “Any particular reason why you’ve been chewing…what is that, anyway? Marijuana?” “No, it’s parsley, you ignoramus. Kind of like cilantro. They’re both in the Umbelliferae family.” “But why?” “Two tablespoons of this stuff, and I will have fulfilled my daily need of Vitamin K.” “…Vitamin K…?” “Good for blood coagulation. Also, did you [...]
It’s funny how now, in retrospect, I think was that really me? I read through diary entries penned in pink marker and marvel at my own ignorance. I flatten the corners of Polaroid pictures and am unable to recognize my face in those snippets of paper. I hear, again and again, childhood anecdotes my mother [...]
We open the doors and in blasts Micheal Jackson’s Thriller, at full volume. Apparently, the children down the hall are preparing their end of year festival. I chew the end of my pencil and try (in vain) to still my sudden foot tapping. I’m in an exam. It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking [...]
In between and before classes, I am restless. I am too absorbed in all the wrong things, tripping down stairs, through verbal exchanges. I remember what I really wanted to say much too late, as I’m watching you turn your back to me. I press my thumbs to my temples, hands floundering at the ends [...]
I am sick as a dog. It is all I can do to half-drag myself out of bed, clutching a roll of toilet paper to my chest, dripping artificial tears, more in need of an “EPIC FAIL” t-shirt than ever. Preferably fire truck red. I find myself cranking up the radio for really no reason [...]