woah.

my life right now is beautiful.

I've made so many friends, had such an incredible time, fallen in love with emory's campus and location and, well, everything except the constant hot weather, and so much more.

I'm floating on a cloud.

(I got a full ride to Emory. Tuition, room and board, fees, everything. 185k. I still can't believe it.)

Thank you Lord.

tru luv waitz

says the girl,
brown hair up in curls with the
pictures
of her two children on her
waitress order pad
"are you waiting?"
(not what you think she means).

coffee, dark like my men
and ice water please.
-6 january 2007

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I leave for Emory Wednesday morning. I'm both scared and excited--free vacations rock, but at the same time, what if they don't like me? What if I don't like the school and I'm forced to go there?

Yeah. It's nice to have a sense of calm about it. It'll work out, I know that. I'm just anxious to get it over with.

The quarter ends friday. GAH. Who knew? I have a bunch of stuff to do now.

I'm working a lot now. Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun, and sometimes Mon. It's really not interfering, because I've basically stopped doing work, but I'm starting to get a big... I dunno, weirded out? by some of the stuff that the people share. Like, Chuck can talk about dressing up in drag all he wants to, whatever, but I don't really want to her him and Jo critique going down on a girl and giving head to a guy. -blanches- Who TALKS about that kind of stuff in public? Ick.

So, yeah, other than that, it's been really good. I'm happy. Everything's not working out the exact way I wanted it to, but I guess it's good, then, that I'm not in charge. My plans suck in the grand scheme, I think.

By the by, there's a cute boy at church that is absolutely impossible to talk to. I frustrate myself--when did I regress back to the emotional stage of a 12 year old girl?

I'm going to see The Swift on April 20. Are they good? -shrugs- I like the band that's opening for them, so whatever

the cd always disappoints.

for jessica.

at first, what strikes me is the sheer
loudness of the noise.
thud, thud, (there's too much base, I think)
thud,
then the lead guitar
takes off, dancing, jumping, screaming
those overhead lights
making his movements less impetuous
more controlled (and his pants seem even tighter).
We clap, cheer ("flash!" goes the camera) yell
along with him.

I wish so bad.

He probably wouldn't do anything,
but I wonder, then,
what would Jesus do say?

(he'd be proud.)

Under those lights
your silhouette glows gold
your mammoth shadow red,
small behind the
eternity of your one second gaze.
--12 march 07

vieillir

My grandmother will always
hold out her left hand to shake hello
cancer leaves an awkward taste in one's mouth.
What saved her life killed her right arm.
Coincidence?
We are our own worst
(misjudged)
first impressions.
-deux mars 07