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lost my journal
Finals are nearly over. Guh. While I appreciate the necessity of studying library management and administration (on account of, you know, having to work with people to get the things you want), I...
Aubade
Spent the early morning imagining someone else could see through my eyes. Looked at the colors differently. Found every blue thing in the room. A good thing.
I Saw Some Photo
I miss making wine disappear with Mike. That's all!
A Thing I Gave
I bought him a book. I bought him a world. Several. And I lent him worlds too.
Andy
He's dead. It's awful.
What Happened in 1999?
David told me about a clever way these history majors rate girls: the girls are ascribed years. It's a four point system. The first is 0-1, 0 being not hot and 1 being hot. The second rates the f...
Sophrosyne (and Teddy - just the last paragraph)
Plotinus on the essential nature of virtue is nice and clever: "If a fire is to warm something else, must there be a fire to warm that fire? Against the first illustration it may be retorted that...
At heart, man is changeable
We have always known that we are fighting something, when we strive to be noble. I have no patience for the despair at the biological/neural drives behind man's action. The Greeks knew that a man...
Memento Mori
My grandfather died on Wednesday, which I found out last night. "Aubade" is in my head and I'm sad.
A Girl in Winter
That was a singularly gorgeous, oppressive novel. Christ.
Why We Fight
I was thinking about how we choose our friends more or less arbitrarily when we're little. Then something changes, and we look for friends who suit us (whether or not we find them is, of course, ...
Bussokusekika (first attempt)
A gust bends the hair Into a spindly halo While we are walking. I wish you wouldn’t notice Me tame it back into place, Worried you will see yourself.
Not a Surprise
Wasn't accepted to Brown. I knew it was a long shot from the outset, but I'm still sad. Only two schools have contacted (and rejected) me out of the nine at this point, but I'm still nauseating...
In Which a Break Cannot Be Caught
I have these moments where I'll browse memories, and then all of a sudden, I'll think I'm living in the days I've been thinking about. I thought it was late autumn during my senior year of high s...
The Cleverless Me
Joyful yesterday and today. Last night, Willow and I made spaghetti, and Kalil came over to watch The Hedgehog. I wept big, unattractive, German tears. Manly tears. It was incredible. Of course, ...
That Magic
Yesterday was good and vibrant. Woke up with news mitigating the disappointment of a grad school rejection: I was nominated the outstanding graduating senior in the Philosophy department. Hooray!...
A Cover
The facial expressions can be a bit much, but his range is incredible and he does a fantastic job. Let It Go Cover - bearded man
Hyper
I made a fort in the break area at work. It's enormous! Also, spinning in circles. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwHOW51b5uk&list=PL46945DF360C68094
Gold Lining
Anxiety's returned. Yesterday I got my first grad school rejection...via email (classy, Northwestern University). I applied to seven other schools, and it's a good thing no one else has gotten in...
Really Kindly
My room has the ghost smell of wine and a hint of cinnamon, which I'm liking and hoping won't go away. Josh and Adam's friends are long gone. I met one of Aaron's doppelgangers tonight, which was...
Blue Shoes
Nighttime makes nearly everyone melancholic. "Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive." In the winter dark and in the chill from the bare and pretty iced window I'm annoyed because I've ...
Was Ich Tun
Today we watched Jenseits der Stille and I got to cry in front of all those classmates. Nun ja. Weinende ist, was ich tun. I love the clarinet, which doomed me. I get that perverse jouissance fro...
Book Description
Open Diary is dying, which is sad. I’m here now, pretty excited, feeling new, with a foamy coffee and jitters over the name I picked for myself and work in four minutes. This book is an online journal, not fiction, unless I feel like it.