Personal Statements

Exquisite Corpse with my brother

2012-01-16T18:43:00.000-06:00

2012-01-05T21:40:00.000-06:00

Untitled love for Willow and Tara

2011-10-20T20:54:00.001-05:00

"The Descent of Man" by Vijay Seshadri

2011-08-16T09:00:00.001-05:00

My failure to evolve has been causing me a lot of grief lately. I can't walk on my knuckles through the acres of shattered glass in the streets. I get lost in the arcades. My feet stink at the soirees. The hills have been bulldozed from whence cameth my help. The halfway houses where I met my kind dreaming of flickering lights in the woods are shuttered I don't know why. "Try," say the

A minute on that serious wash of sadness

2011-07-24T17:28:00.004-05:00

Promethea vol 3 <-- THIS what is this "sorrow" feeling like clouds passing across the sun? a couple years ago bettina told me it was "existential angst" i recall this memory of being 8, 10, or 11 years old: i was wearing a heather grey t-shirt with a large tweety bird on it. the tweety bird wore a baseball cap "gangsta" style lol. i had on a pair of purple jeans. i was eating strawberry pop

Destroying my image a little more each time I reflect upon love in public

2011-07-10T01:07:00.020-05:00

To know that these relationship failures will still happen when I am 31—like Alison Bechdel when she wrote and drew this comic—makes me feel rather bad. I, too, feel like I am not able to pull off dating. It's not even that I get nervous about it or whatever, but it's like, I feel uninterested in it, or the "it" that I think it is, since I have limited experience and apparently other people seem

Everyone's getting spanked but me

2011-06-02T23:29:00.003-05:00

I am surprised that I no longer whine about feeling tired all the time, which used to be a major downside to me coming home (for my mom), because I would be like, argh, I'm tired wah wah and no one would want to listen to it, and then I would blame it on the commute which wasn't even that bad, not like my two hours now. Except I don't feel as tired anymore. Maybe I am getting more sleep, or maybe

"Red Bank" by Lesle Lewis

2011-04-21T09:18:00.005-05:00

I wanted a horse. I jumped from a plane. I was not comfortable with your illness. I was a detective at the wedding. I recognized the new way it would be with you in rehabilitation. I saw how the sunset colors on the Navesink River got sad with the lone rower. I lived on a lone planet with my befuddlement. I'd lost a person. I didn't know how to hold my lips. I was like the goose bathing

A medium-low-priority blog post

2011-04-13T11:27:00.027-05:00

What the water gave me, by Frida Kahlo At the start of college I felt like a true student and I had a teacher that made me feel always like I was on to something in the links I saw between things, like it was a great thing to think outside of the con/text, go on tangents, take risks. I felt, like, smart for a minute, like I wanted to be an English professor, lol. I took more classes, sometimes

i'll be true to you forever or until i go home

2011-04-06T10:36:00.000-05:00

#CZF2011

2011-03-27T23:24:00.016-05:00

i was facing a terrible wind when i overheard zinesters behind me talking about how they felt newly depressed as we were all leaving the building and walking to the train station and i wanted to turn around and join their conversation. this year, the chicago zine fest was "bigger and better" (quotes used not to mean that it isn't bigger and better but to acknowledge the cliche phrase): it

On being 23 years old

2011-03-25T17:05:00.000-05:00

Interlude

2011-03-24T16:59:00.000-05:00

Ed Templeton

BIANCA CASADY: my love! my love!

2011-03-14T22:47:00.008-05:00

I am looking at these photos for the first time! My quick heart! It is Bianca Casady, my mad crush half of CocoRosie, in all her clean androgynous face, long neck smize wide eyes without her various made-up faces, like this one (which I like) and this one (which is just a bit scary). It is my favorite posings of her it is my favorite she is my favorite. Yeah, ok. My final answer if anyone asks

Self-portrait ~twenty minutes ago

2011-03-05T21:00:00.002-06:00

clickable for "original size"

Joe Brainard's "Autobiography" is pretty much mine, too

2011-03-05T18:08:00.000-06:00

I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1942. No, I wasn't. I was born in Salem, Arkansas in 1942. I always say I was born in Tulsa tho. Because we moved there when I was only a few months old. So that's where I grew up. In Tulsa, Oklahoma. A lot has happened between then and now, but somehow, today, I just don't feel like writing about it. It doesn't seem all that interesting. And it's just too

DREAMS

2011-03-04T20:18:00.001-06:00

BEST PARTS OF DESERT HEARTS (Deitch, 1985)

2011-03-01T14:55:00.005-06:00

I'm a sucker for "corny lesbian movies" apparently—my brother's impression of Desert Hearts, not mine. Unintentionally gave him a slideshow presentation of some of these screencaps I took when he meant to casually see what I was doing on the computer. Not until "Judy and the Dream of Horses" became my favorite Belle & Sebastian song did I start to notice all these references to horses. Patti

MAJORCRUSH

2011-02-28T14:12:00.002-06:00

Developed a MAJOR CRUSH on Patricia Charbonneau yesterday while watching Desert Hearts for the first time. What I didn't like about the novel was not used in the movie so I liked the movie. Specifically I like Patricia Charbonneau, her character. My favorite "type." Girls who seem to know who they are, tough exteriors, live in a single place, like, years later you could go back to their hometown

what i am up to

2011-02-24T15:23:00.015-06:00

edie fake cover HEY the mildred pierce issue four release party is going to be at quimby's, 1854 w. north ave, this saturday, february 26, 2011 at 7pm i am going to read something but i don't know what i'm going to read exactly me, jim, ed, edie, tadd who i met once, a girl ellen i believe i met once and thought she looked like a perfect ramona from the scott pilgrim comic series i have

Reminiscing over how much time I used to spend on message board forums

2011-02-18T11:12:00.002-06:00

So I tried to apply to be a comment moderator for the Huffington Post by writing a brief cover letter about my previous experience as a moderator for a Smallville forum when I was 13/14 years old. I was on the internet all the time, and I browsed forums for Dark Angel and Alias mostly, and these forums were all linked to each other like a TV-show-forum-community, and because I wanted to join this

valentine's day ugh

2011-02-14T12:41:00.004-06:00

Too bad it is Valentine's Day because it happens to be a very calm day for me, so I am smiling and checking my phone and stuff, which I was afraid that my mom might think are signs that I'm in love. I am not. I am just content. Like last night I was a lazy cat, reading with very much pleasure this "lesbian novel" called Desert of the Heart by Jane Rule. I haven't read a "lesbian novel" since,

Happy Thanksgiving in February

2011-02-07T19:56:00.001-06:00

1. Thank you Michelle for the mixtape which arrived in the mail today! To Summon Spring. Before the first song plays, I know I love it. 2. Thanks for the postcard, Patricia, which also arrived in the mail today! 3. Thanks Amazon for Julie Doucet's My Most Secret Desire, Joanna Russ's Female Man, and batteries for my camera. 4. Went to Manifest Digital today and told the info desk that I was

Past midnight by two hours

2011-02-07T02:13:00.005-06:00

I'm still awake, reading the dead Livejournal of this girl whose everyday writing style I admire very much. Two years ago, she asked for advice on which books to read if you are twenty-three, feeling like shit, and need something to help you gain perspective on life. Two years ago, I left her a comment, naming Benjamin Franklin's Autobiography as a book that inspired me to be industrious. Ha! Now

Proust Questionnaire

2011-01-30T22:08:00.010-06:00

Confessions questions Vicky’s answers, 2011 Your favorite virtue Benjamin Franklin’s 6th virtue: Industry: Lose no time; be always employ'd in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions Your favorite qualities in a man. Same as Proust: feminine charms. Your favorite qualities in a woman. If I feel both easy and nervous with a woman, who is calm

hung over, figuratively

2011-01-21T23:17:00.001-06:00

my stream of consciousness is a late night queer dance party that gets me into trouble the next day when i take a cab for $24 back home and realize that i am dizzy and terribly embarrassed. my lack of judgments and passive experience leads me into further trouble ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ i had a dream that i had the cutest chinchilla but i don't even recall what a chinchilla

"My poems" by Isaac Oliver

2011-01-18T10:42:00.001-06:00

I hate my poems.I used to love them, back when they knew their place.Poems are like dogs you walk in the parkto attract off-duty firemen who love them and in turn love you.Not my poems. My poems used to be shy, they used to stand in front of the mirrorand complain about their bloated syntax and pimpled thematic structure.But now they leave the house in couplets I don't remember rhyming, and

Poem

2010-12-29T22:10:00.010-06:00

1 I want to write in the present tense more often, so for example if I have a thought, I will write it down at once instead of finding myself the next day, on the morning commute, tracing back: what did I think? how did I feel? does it even matter any more? This is not my resolution for the new year. 2 I knew a girl once who thought she knew everything about the world by the simple method of

Selected haiku by Richard Wright that I like best

2010-12-19T20:46:00.005-06:00

Two passages from the afterward to Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright. "The intent of all haiku and the discipline of the form is to render the haiku moment, to express the 'ah-ness.' In linking directness and paradox, the essential aspects of haiku indicate that the poet needs to look straight at things and to transform the perception into words that do not depend upon metaphors or

My dream girl looks like Chan Marshall circa 1998

2010-12-14T18:04:00.008-06:00

which reminds me that i saw this girl on the blue line last week. at first i could not tell if it was a boy or a girl, but my initial thought was: i like this person's hair. i thought to myself, ok, after everyone sits down, i will find out what this person's face looks like. once everyone got on the train, this woman stood right in front of me, blocking my view. i thought, aw. then when my stop

Terms to look up after reading the foreward to Wretched of the Earth

2010-12-13T12:30:00.003-06:00

PSYCHO-AFFECTIVE: Not much comes up with a simple search, but apparently it is a disorder that affects your brain in any way such as ADD, ADHD, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, and/or psychosis. I should have known, I suppose, since it is psycho-affective, affecting the psyche-- shibboleth: A word or sound which a person is unable to pronounce correctly; a word used as a test for detecting

A daydream of what my future apartment will look like

2010-12-09T14:10:00.010-06:00

So Alison Bechdel wrote a post that Diane DiMassa was selling prints of her popular English Language Series featuring Hothead Paisan. It took me about ten minutes to decide that I will get these prints for my future apartment. For what felt like a long time this year, maybe throughout four months then a couple months more, I was thinking of Hothead Paisan for Mildred Pierce Zine, and I don't

MEET ZE MONSTA

2010-12-03T16:01:00.006-06:00

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Thoughts

2010-11-27T19:49:00.004-06:00

Khaela Maricich's teddy bear, my god, I love her Kimiko Hahn, love her brisk air, poems to carry in your backpack, to read through, zuihitsu for a relative, note to self to write Susan Sontag in an elevator Ma, Pa, Me—back when I was an only child I saw a girl on the bus who reminded me of Rebecca. She was carrying a few notebooks and a dvd box set of Gilmore Girls. She was talking

The Lover & The Beloved

2010-11-23T19:01:00.002-06:00

First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And

2010-11-21T00:38:00.002-06:00

I have reached an epiphany!

Horses in my dreams

2010-11-18T16:32:00.001-06:00

taken by missy prince

Il faut cultiver notre jardin

2010-11-05T13:59:00.006-05:00

-ward, -th, -ce, -tune, -shadow, it, that risk, the finish line, love, what A guideline that I like to follow is that I will only write back to letters once I have a cup of coffee, or you know, any time I am awake, alert, in the present tense, right here, which is where I am. I have a paper cut on my thumb. How did that happen. A couple of graduate students have poked their heads into the

Are there any poets on television these days

2010-10-27T16:09:00.088-05:00

A poet lives inside out, somewhat on the margins, always re-inventing language, as poets are expected to be masters of language, or at least love language, and should therefore write something that will give us the sensation as if the tops of our heads were taken off. For me, I recognize a poem as a poem if I need to share it with a friend, or if I promise to memorize it by heart, or if my body

Name six animals

2010-10-25T13:33:00.008-05:00

1. zebra 2. mountain lion 3. polar bear 4. hyena 5. peregrine falcon 6. capybara So I read a brief passage that children who are born with hydrocephalus have increased cerebro-spinal fluid filling up brain cavities which distends the brain and impairs their learning abilities but it overdevelops their language skills, and they like to talk a lot and make up stories and I think they believe in

ANTI-TRUST CASE

2010-10-13T15:53:00.005-05:00

A thief on the Devon #155 unzipped the outer compartment of my book bag this morning and stole my coin purse which I use as my wallet. A thief on the Red Line unzipped the outer compartment of my book bag two years ago and stole my wallet. Bad luck. As soon as I arrived to this office, I was making calls to close my debit card (again! hasn't even been a month, has it!), expire my library card,

Dear Jaguar #3: Selected Errors / Or Let It Sink #4: Halloweened

2010-10-04T17:10:00.006-05:00

Dear Jaguar #3: Selected Errors Seven stories which includes lying for no concrete benefits, house party anxieties, birthday dinner failures, and accepting candy from strange men. My first mainly text issue. Legal qtr-sized, 36pgs, October 2010. Or Let It Sink #4: Halloweened A split with Jim's newest issue which tells four stories ft. a rival, a few band mates, a telephone costume, and a

RRIICCEE ft. Vincent Gallo

2010-09-30T14:28:00.004-05:00

"I'm in love," Gallo says. "I'm so proud when we're playing together. Not proud because I think we're better, but proud I was able to make myself open in this way." "...Improvisation is not a good word for what we're doing. It's more a gesture of composing and performing at the same time, always hoping to avoid musical cliché or jamming. We've chosen not to go into a studio in a traditional

my face was in a bed of cold hands

2010-09-30T00:23:00.007-05:00

ASTRO BOY king cat Reading King-Cat Classix, which is so appropriate for me right now. John Porcellino told me that I have the same name as his mother-in-law which is how he remembers me. No offense or anything, he said. None taken, I said. A couple days ago, I was going to request an Astro Boy hair cut but I did not get it because I feel too funny spending money on what I find unnecessary,

I am so calm right now

2010-09-26T15:05:00.013-05:00

For now, no more Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, privatized Goodreads, unsubscribed from the majority of blogs I used to check all the time--my god, just all of it. I am keeping my Flickr, Last.fm, and this blog. The names of all these sites listed in one paragraph looks hideous, doesn't it. I was afraid that I might not be able to keep in touch with friends, but I mean, most of my friends already

i know what i will watch next

2010-09-23T16:26:00.002-05:00

The Book Club2006NR78 minutesTo please her friend Hannah (Jami Horner), Kate (Cicely Mendoza) -- who's smitten with her chum -- joins a women's book club. Asked to suggest a volume for the next gathering, Kate recommends an erotic novel about a lesbian buccaneer named Raven, and before you can say "shiver me timbers," the straight club members begin fantasizing about being seduced by Raven. This

Notes on events to attend this September, 2010

2010-09-08T12:15:00.018-05:00

A busy month for me, I suppose. I'm updating this post as I go along. ================================= Wed, Sept. 8th NEW MOON 4:00 : Happy birthday, Jane Addams : a block party with burgers and never-before-seen art, I hear. If I make it to this, I will pick up a Jane Addams finger puppet or a doll or a bookmark. 5:30 : exchange split zine drafts with Jim Thurs, Sept. 9th 7:00 : Poem as

How Was Your Weekend

2010-08-09T12:46:00.015-05:00

so this is how i spent my weekend i received a package from bill knott which was a surprise and a highlight seven books of poetry! a poem for every occasion! and of course, death poems i watched la passion de jeanne d'arc for the first time (dreyer, 1928) who knew that i would be able to watch a film in silence for 82 minutes? but it was engaging, intense. renée falconetti: those eyes,

i know!

2010-08-06T16:44:00.004-05:00

i need to start all over begin with a brutal mind pretend i don't know soft title this rebirth, reborn a-ha-ha will orange juice help dissolve this peculiar lump in my throat that might be a lymph node or it might be a stone like what if i sprayed my eyes with the window cleaner which is facing me everything here is so reserved, i suppose, so inhibited, a limit of one post per week i just want

back

2010-08-05T14:03:00.007-05:00

because yesterday was the president's birthday, i wanted to post something but then i fell asleep as soon as i finished my dinner which was a plate of spaghetti with a slice of toast and since i have returned from my family trip to china, i have been craving pizza and things that taste kind of like pizza. ok. look at how adorable chan marshall appears in this photo, holding up the giving tree, as

LOL, Susan Sontag

2010-07-14T11:11:00.011-05:00

The way she outlines the formula of sci-fi movies at the beginning of this essay: best fit of laughter I had in a while.

Fifty Favorite Poems of the Moment (in no particular order)

2010-07-05T16:57:00.003-05:00

Dennis Cooper has a list of his fifty favorite poems, and I will read them all at some point, but in the meantime I thought it would be fun to make my own list. I liked Kathleen Rooney's essay on the popularity of death as a subject in poetry. A lot of my favorites include death, love, dreams, nightmares, but the ones that strike me most are the ones that remind me that it is good to be alive.

It was funny, it was careless, I like comma splicing

2010-06-28T13:01:00.012-05:00

Before I woke up this weekend, I found myself in a frozen yogurt shop where two friends were already there to pick ice cream flavors. This means two things: first is that I was not invited along which is ok since, second I know it's because I was having bad tension with one of the friends. That's why it was uncomfortable, and that's why the other friend decided to retreat to the bathroom. Now I

WHO'S THERE

2010-06-18T14:49:00.009-05:00

Because I have a basement room, it would be possible for you to look inside and see what I am doing if you came up very close to the windows. While you do that, though, I would be able to hear your footsteps on the grass, and it would be very acute, and it would be very creepy. Sometimes it's a small animal, like a squirrel, making all that noise. Sometimes it's a person. Like last night, I was

Who I am / Who am I

2010-06-14T11:47:00.005-05:00

How I Betray Myself, How Do I Forgive Myself

2010-06-12T22:23:00.014-05:00

For a breath of fresh air this afternoon, I took a walk just around the block to return a few library books and maybe pick up some chocolate. I love chocolate. A man was flipping through a car magazine in the candy aisle of CVS while I was being indecisive about my choices, and when he noticed me, he said, "Girls love chocolate, don't they." I told him yep. Somehow this led to a brief exchange

i told you your dreams would come true

2010-06-09T14:10:00.005-05:00

Y▲CHT : psychic city (voodoo city) this song reminds me that i am young enough to dance, feel good

Facing My Face, Myself

2010-05-16T16:23:00.020-05:00

Do I love myself, I don't know. A common phrase about how you must love yourself before others love you sounds like bullshit to me. Doesn't that sound inhibiting? As if loving yourself is something that you are trying to perfect in private before you open yourself up for others. Last week I printed out "When Our Lips Speak" to read on the train ride home, and in that essay, which is beautiful,

This Night Has Opened My Eyes

2010-05-12T00:37:00.014-05:00

This is the tallest building on the east side of campus and that is the man who designed it. When you first enter the University of Illinois at Chicago, the architecture is harsh and uninviting--minimalistic classrooms, windows slitted with tinted glass, concrete walls and concrete benches and even concrete garbage cans. Since the "circle campus" opened in the mid-60s, and there were strikes

Shake Your Fist

2010-05-02T22:17:00.010-05:00

THE POETICS OF DISOBEDIENCE taught me how to be unfriendly

I Am Sorry I Did Not Take Back the Night Last Monday; Instead I Went Home Because I Was Tired

2010-04-29T23:07:00.082-05:00

A woman drove a man to a street in Bucktown last week where two female graduate students were walking home at 3:30 a.m. The woman dropped the man off and he was carrying a baseball bat, which he used to beat the shit out of these two students, starting from the back of the head, and both were left in critical condition. Even after they were knocked down, I heard that he gave them another slam

The subject lines of spam mail totally cheer me up

2010-04-19T11:31:00.007-05:00

Catch the moment! You will be perfect for her Why dont you respond? Need your attention The master of the night We have chosen the best for you Somewhat surprising I dont want you to miss it What you need to please her? Dont look inside Weekly report! Your woman won't forget her pleasure Thanks for your attention Organize and protect your shoes You could qualify for a complimentary meter for

The Only Reason Not to Go Fucking Around is Nothing

2010-04-13T11:17:00.017-05:00

These two young men were digging a hole in the soil of my grandfather's vegetable garden and one looks up to notice me watching from the third floor window of my previous bedroom. They look suspicious. When I report this to my father, he doesn't even say anything to them. I thought he was going to be all like, HEY, WHATCHA DOIN / When my mother comes over to my room from the kitchen, she tells me

All the self-help that I can get

2010-04-07T22:31:00.017-05:00

i have been carrying this book around with me all week. lorrie moore wet my eyes on the train twice. this morning while listening to beach house and reading the end of "go like this," my nose got red and i guess that's how i arrived to work. today was nothing special, but i had enough tasks to keep myself moving from place to place, and no longer do i keep a to-do list all scribbled in a steno

babies that look like monkeys

2010-04-06T22:13:00.006-05:00

i have a camera on this laptop which means that i will abuse it when i am bored, like right now even though i should be doing something else when was the last time that i took a picture with my george, who still sleeps in my bed, so that means that i could have qualified to appear on that one episode of oprah where adults and partners and spouses discuss the issue of stuffed animals in their

Notes From A Surprise Conversation

2010-03-31T12:56:00.018-05:00

Farther up ahead I saw somebody in a turquoise sports jacket and purple jeans and windy brown hair. I thought that it might be Stephanie from the whale house and the closer we came to crossing each other, I saw that it was indeed Stephanie, so we both said hello. The sun was slowly coming down and I had just gotten out of work, on my way to return dvds, and she had just gotten out of class, on

BEAUCOUP DE SOLEIL

2010-03-29T16:31:00.005-05:00

The first image he told me about was of three children on a road in Iceland, in 1965. He said that for him it was the image of happiness and also that he had tried several times to link it to other images, but it never worked. He wrote me: one day I'll have to put it all alone at the beginning of a film with a long piece of black leader; if they don't see happiness in the picture, at least

Drafts that have never been sent, in chronological order

2010-03-03T13:01:00.004-06:00

with a name like nancy snow i could be famous, jim. i am * there is a jenny holzer truism about how we are the past, present, and future, but i don't know if i believe that all three tenses can exist simultaneously. i would think the past and present could, but how can something that hasn't happened yet be included in the same frame of something that has happened or is happening? which

exquisite corpse with megan milks part two

2010-03-02T23:23:00.004-06:00

Personal Statements, a zine

2010-02-16T22:33:00.012-06:00

Today I went through my files and collected fourteen personal statements that I have written while I was at UIC, which I think I will self-publish as a zine tangent from the one I'm currently finishing up. My fifteenth personal statement cannot be recovered because I finished writing it just a few minutes before the deadline, and I never e-mailed myself a copy nor did I save it anywhere--drats.

oh, elizabeth bishop

2010-02-10T14:48:00.008-06:00

so i came across this while looking through the plastic bin under my bed. it was in a manila folder labeled IMMEDIATE ATTENTION, which also had an application for women & children first bookstore that i picked up when i was 18 years old. i remember looking at the list of questions about feminism and my favorite books, thinking that i should complete a minor in gender and women studies before

an exquisite corpse with an exquisite megan milks

2010-02-07T03:01:00.002-06:00

An exquisite corpse with Jim Joyce

2010-01-31T00:29:00.005-06:00

Just before midnight, there was a little cat that appeared at the corner of my avenue. I'm not religious; but, being a superstitious type of person I shoved a hand into pocket to grab my paper clip. Then I unfolded the wire to use as a key. it comes in handy, I know. Once, I used it to open a can of dinner for my neighbor, a Mormon, who was just then moving in, and had no opener. I drank wine &

Fwd: UIC Tutoring Programs

2010-01-27T13:26:00.004-06:00

This is why I still have not removed myself from the English major listserv. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Gore, Jeffrey Scott Date: 2010/1/27 Subject: UIC Tutoring Programs To: E-MAJORS@listserv.uic.edu Dear Students, Almost every day, an English major utters the phrase "I'm just not very good at math" in order to explain why he or she has not yet fulfilled

A series of dreams that happened within fourteen hours of sleep

2010-01-23T16:47:00.005-06:00

1. Like those television exercise shows that allow you to follow along at home, I was in a sit-up position, watching RuPaul from But I'm A Cheerleader trying to give instructions on how to use this ball that was supposedly a sex toy. It was actually just a stress ball. 2. In my old kitchen, my brother and I are sitting at the table, doing nothing in particular while my father is holding a gun.

Flashback, December 22nd

2009-12-22T12:18:00.006-06:00

2003 (age 16) 8:40AM Last night, I was just scribbling in my notebook and then my mom came to the living room to hand me the phone. I expected it to be G. because no one else ever calls me except her. And then we talked for around 2 hours, I think and she asked me if I'd ever been kissed or we talked about the oboe and her piano lessons. My legs started to shake when she asked me if I liked her

the world of love; i liked this mural a lot; super-noisy

2009-12-18T16:11:00.005-06:00

The UIC Experience

2009-12-14T18:19:00.005-06:00

So I have graduated from the UIC Experience, and it was a natural disaster, a sharp wind, "a wild patience has taken me this far"----------- 12/14/09 Afterthought: I don't mean to suggest that I didn't get anything out of it or that I was in a hurry for it to be over. Au contraire. The only year I would like to forget might be the tumult that paralleled my academics. Nearly Winter--I have a

A list of smart words for writing papers / LOL

2009-12-04T21:07:00.003-06:00

click to enlarge ; a worn sheet of paper that has lasted me this fall semester

Reclusive tendencies near the winter

2009-11-25T22:29:00.006-06:00

On the train ride home, I wrote my ultimate weekend to-do list, which will have items crossed out by tonight if I can just stand up. My excuse is that I'm revising an essay / listening to a lot of Vincent Gallo / still chewing this piece of gum. I am working on multiple projects that are due within the same time frame, including letters that I've promised to write months ago. Finally sent one to

All I want is to jump into a vortex to read everything I want, and when I return, everything will be just like it was before I left / Like a dream

2009-11-07T17:29:00.012-06:00

Each time I heard the clink of wind chimes from outside the window, I swore it was the beginning of a Múm song. A little girl was playing outside, shouting something, and from the kitchen in the back, the door must have been opening and closing because I could also have sworn that somebody was trying to come in to the house. The typing on the keyboard, the voice of the little girl, the alarming

A pretty thumbnail for my mother

2009-10-27T11:01:00.023-05:00

I was riding on the train this morning, feeling quite all right, nothing really bothering me except for my week's concerns, such as this draft that I need to finish. But then there are things that linger in my absent mind, like last night I took a nap that lasted until I woke up from a dream where I was in the backseat of a car and that damn girl was hanging her left arm over my shoulder so that

Near the end of another Saturday

2009-09-26T18:58:00.015-05:00

The song that I have on repeat tells me that I should open my heart and tear it apart. Because I have new markers but I can't really draw, I have decided that whenever I'm in the mood to color, I will have to draw animals that don't exist with heavy things on their backs. ///////////////////// Yesterday after work, I bought a set of highlighters. I have never been the kind of student who likes

Flight vs. Invisibility

2009-09-17T09:39:00.029-05:00

we listened to this episode in class yesterday between the two, i choose flight. but my childhood superpower dream: telepathy, invisibility, which would mean getting away with misdemeanors, voyeurism, perversion and etc. once after school in the fifth grade i stared at the remote control on the living room coffee table for a good twenty minutes (ok, maybe it was ten) because nyvia marrero said

Thank you for the surprise

2009-09-08T08:37:00.009-05:00

Drinking Coffee Right Here

2009-09-01T09:52:00.026-05:00

To get what I want will partly depend on whether or not I can capture my life story in one single-spaced page. On the train ride this morning, I started to write down seven or eight things that I know about myself, and today is a good eve to reflect upon my past twenty-one years. I am pretty happy at the moment. What I've always wanted to be when I grow up: Who can ever be who their parents

From the archives of Megan and Terry

2009-08-20T20:37:00.006-05:00

From 2007, before my brother and I had any legitimate instruments. This is a spontaneous cover of an Antsy Pants song, the one about vampires. It was fun. Now my brother denies that he was the one who insisted to name our "band" Megan and Terry(for the purposes of saving the files onto iTunes): wtf. From 2008, creepy late, late night mantras.

by kevin lim

2009-08-14T12:29:00.006-05:00

Things I've recorded a while ago and more recently

2009-08-04T01:52:00.027-05:00

there is a music player in this post if you enable your flash thanks B. for that song, thanks K. for that voicemail hoping to record a song on the uke err, o.k. ********* How To Make A Friendship Bracelet Fail: instead of making one, i bought two of them at the heartland cafe, and i just tied one around my own wrist, so today is the day i promise to be a friend to myself, i suppose, i think

Why am I still awake at this hour

2009-06-12T04:59:00.001-05:00

How to Sustain Motivation when You're Struggling How to Look Busy at Work Without Really Working How to Memorize Pi How to Remember Henry VIII Wives by Their Initials How to Avoid Being Seen As a Loner by Others How to Read a Thomas Pynchon Novel How to Ask a Girl Out If You Are a Girl How to Know When She Just Isn't Interested in You How to Make a Friendship Bracelet How to Make a Poster of the