oh to edit a summers worth of poems-- there should be more than there are, I think.

I think I want to move to Bellingham.

or maybe Boston. Or Memphis. Or St. Louis.

But really, I think Bellingham.

Have you ever watched a jumper? My boss showed me the video. The jumper never hesitated. I couldn't stop watching.

Most Phenomenal movie...

"Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own piece of mind; don't assign me yours."

I have decided that my personification of sleep right now is a thug in a dark alley with brass knuckles, a personal vendetta, and a point to prove.

And yes, the time stamp is correct. And yes, I'm exhausted.

I've also decided to start writing poetry at work instead of fucking around so much on the internet. Poetry to follow, maybe later today or tomorrow- assuming screwing off at work goes well.

Surreal morning.

Evening Reading

Does anyone else read the Post Secret blog? It blows my mind. I've been reading the comments page for the last three hours. Tell me a secret- you can do it anonymously if you so choose.

minor announcement

I just finished The Prestige and my mind is sufficiently blown.

I have a new car. I kind of like it.

I just spent money I don't have on books

McSweeneys is sending me:

Baby Be of Use Four-Book Bundle
End of I. Bundle
The Better of McSweeney's
The Secret Language of Sleep: A Couple's Guide to the Thirty-Nine Positions

The Baby Be of Use series includes such titles as "Baby Fix My Car", "Baby Do My Banking", "Baby Make Me Breakfast" and my favorite (based on title alone), "Baby Mix Me A Drink". Anyone who chooses to procreate in the next few years is possibly going to hate me.


The "End of I" bundle is two books by Stephen Dixon (who Michael recommended to me after I wrote some really atrocious dialogue).

The Better of McSweeney's is a compilation including writers like George Saunders.

The Secret Language of Sleep just looks amusing.

Total number of books bought: 8
Total money spent, including shipping: $50

Now Granted, I don't really have $50 to spend, but McSweeneys is having a huge, gigantic sale right now, so you should go support them, because I love them and think they're unendingly entertaining.

You can find McSweeney's here: McSweeneys

Go check them out, damnit.

My brother (who's 33) is now my MySpace friend. And unbeknownst to both of us, we have the same customized background. And besides Tom, right now I'm his only friend. It's still better than the thought of being facebooked by my Brother-in-law. Kind of awkward.

Just so all one of you who reads this knows, I have no internet right now. I'm reduced to pirating off of unsecured networks. Yeah, I'm pretty horrified too.

A cocktail party, in which my head is the guest of honor

head, meet table. (loud crashing sounds)
head, meet brick wall. (more loud crashing sounds)
head, meet metal barrel. (loud, metallic crashing sounds)
head, meet windshield. (loud, glass-shattering crashing sounds)
head, meet firedoor. (loud, dense crashing sounds)
head, meet metal post. (loud, pseudo-echoing sounds)
head, meet steering. wheel (loud, horn sounds)
head, meet register. (loud, metal sliding sounds)


head, meet creative work. (silence)
head, meet rhetorical analysis project. (head tentatively shakes hands)
head, meet portfolio revisions. (head edges away towards the door)
head, meet senior thesis. (head runs away screaming)

Thank Yous

1. Thank you to Megan for calling my attention to the word Crème Brulée.
(Crème Brulée, with it's
accent lines, is beautiful, like
the symmetry of a Warhol, folding
into itself like the set of my first
linen napkins.)

2. Thank you to Chelsea for coming to Senior Thesis presentations tonight. I almost claimed you as my guest (even though, technically, you weren't), but decided not to embarrass you. It was nice to see a supportive soul in the audience whose attendance wasn't mandatory.

3. Thank you to those of you who have been giving me workshop quality comments on my random mind-explosions (ie poem-things). While I am very appreciative of these most helpful gestures, I want to make sure that you realize you are in fact encouraging this bad behavior and may, therefore, be inadvertently responsible for me posting more poems. Just so you're aware.

Sigh

Bret, we can get slammed in workshop together. You for not finishing your story and me for not having an actual story. But at least we have something and at least it's our last workshop.