12 word sentence to describe how you feel at this moment:

Hope explodes in the soul of a girl who broke in two.

You Leave Me...

...guessing.

I now conclude that the people I have met in college seem much more open, honest, and down right real. I cannot comprehend someone's need to erase their past, or pretend to be something they're not. I am an open book. I hide nothing, and while this is occasionally to my detriment, I find that being open is the only way to live.

Right now I crave change. I long for the new and exciting. I seek the time where I can once again escape to school, a place where I can shine in my true colors, and where people don't have to hide a thing.

Colorful

Looking forward to Friday :-)

Have you ever heard....

The sound of paws sliding on a hardwood floor as he struggles to stand,
A dog wince and scream from the pain of age
A grown girl gasp between sobs at the site of an old friend, too old.

But how could we terminate the life of one so dear? Shouldn't nature take its course? What is the right, the humane, thing to do?

Spooked

Today I was responsible (as per usual) for driving Sarah to and from her summer Chemistry course. At 8:50 pm when I got in my car to go get her, I suddenly felt very anxious, like I was about to be attacked! The reflection of our porch lights flashed in my eyes. The back of my spacious van was full of shadows, perfect for concealing a predator. My heart leaped from my chest when I saw a strange man smoking at the end of my driveway.

This never happens to me.

When camping I have no qualms with going into the dark woods to do my business. I'm never afraid of robbers. When walking in a busy city I feel calm and confident.

So why, today of all days, am I so afraid?



I can't help but wonder if I am pushing my brain to its natural limits. Of all the media out there- books, television, articles, movies, pictures etc. It seems that I am drawn almost exclusively to the darkest subjects. I'll read a few chapters of an emotional Jodi Picoult novel and top it off with an episode of Law and Order SVU. Sarah was furious with me the other day for sharing a vivid passage describing a girl accidentally drowning her cat. And I eat this stuff up. Not to say that I am violent, or emotionally disturbed, but I have a clear appreciation for all that is horrific. Most of my favorite movies have unhappy endings. What does that say about me?

Why am I so much more content to cry and quiver at a book or film, than to enjoy a comedy?

Look at me. Do I seem like a girl who is chock full or darkness. When I enter a room with a floral dress and a smile would you guess that not too far under the surface is a woman fascinated with sadness?

No, you wouldn't. So is it bad that I am so complex? I wonder, will anyone ever solve this puzzle?

Come Find Me

I'm ready.

Heat

The air is thick with heat. My skin is glowing brown from hours of sun exposure. My hair frames my face in coils, despite my best efforts to pull it back. I have been wearing loose fitted dresses to minimize the amount of warmth trapped against my body. When I approach a piece of furniture (be it a couch or chair) I don't sit. Instead I melt into the support, my body exhausted from the smallest exertion. However, I am comfortable. I can find a room with air conditioning, or sit outside and feel a passing breeze. My body soaks in all that is summer.

Mind Swell

I want to be ecstatic. I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends. Sarah who is always my pillar, Laura and Sam who have been here for me through good times and bad, and of course the solid four new people in my life who make me feel at home- Jessie, Curtis, Amber, and Sasha. I do feel blessed to have them all, really I do, especially having just come home from the most amazing camping trip I've ever had.

Still, I can't help but doubt myself, and dwell on the past a little. I should not. I know this. I feel that my whole being is constantly being torn and I am chock full of self doubt. But I have to know- did I do something wrong?

When you've been forgotten or ignored by people you thought had cared, when someone you loved erases you from their life wiping out all evidence that you'd been a pair, when you feel so far away from so many- what did you do?

I just want answers, but I am too afraid to ask.

Preparations

Tomorrow we will pile into my mother's Altima and drive 16 1/2 hours to the windy city. Interestingly enough, Chicago doesn't get it's nickname because of the weather. They call it the windy city because so many politicians blew through spitting out a lot of misleading promises.

16 1/2 hours is a long time to be jammed into a car with your family, even for a foursome as close as mine. We have taken the necessary precautions- books on tape, a cooler with healthy snacks, fully functioning air conditioning. But still, I have to wonder, will we get to Chicago in one piece?

Once we get there I have so much that I hope to see. There are countless museums, and of course shopping, plus I do admit that I eagerly await shopping on Michigan Ave. We will probably do lunch atop the 97th floor of the John Hancock tower, overlooking the city. I also pray that we will catch a matinee of some of the most noteworthy theater in the country.

Chicago opens a door. New knowledge and excitement, and I am bursting at the seems to access it, and I will, once I survive 16 1/2 hours of family togetherness.

Numb Legs

Lately I've been too tired, or too busy to post anything... today's no different.

Hold on Tight

The wind can carry away that orange hat, borrowed to capture this moment. My mouth pulled open with laughter, dimples dancing on rosy cheeks.

I want to be carried away so easily. When do I get to be swept off my feet, blissfully floating in the breeze that is love. I ache with a longing to be held tight. Having finally dismissed that heartbroken pit that resided in my stomach, I now crave the flutter of excitement which new love brings.

Stop.

I was so distracted, mind blank. Heart pounding-- a white noise that filled my ears and soul. You shouldn't float above us when you've left a mess below. Not fair.

Please Invite Me...

How can I be so nervous about my friendships? I shouldn't be, but I am so incredibly afraid of being alone again, and with work consuming my schedule I feel like I'm putting myself at risk. With every passing moment I worry that I am missing out or being forgotten. How do I tame these irrational fears?

Working Girl

I have been working like crazy the last couple weeks, I'm sure it will be worth it in the end, but next Summer I'm going to try to find work that's a little more consistent. I'm happy to not be idle, however it seems like I spend half my time doing nothing and as soon as I have to work I am invited to socialize with friends.
Something I've come to miss about school is the fact that you never have to be alone. There is always someone in your dorm who you can stop by and visit when you're feeling especially bored. I often wish I had that here.
Tomorrow's my day off, unless of course John (the real estate agent I work for) asks me to come help him with something. And even on my day off I still have rehearsals, not that I'm complaining, I am so glad to be in a show. But my first monologue is really kicking me in the zipper. I have it memorized and all that jazz, but I'm still not impressing the director... or myself. I shall keep working at it.

Hello? This is Me!

I spent my entire day at ease. I wore one of my favorite dresses and I twirled around my house. I amused myself with old episodes of Sex in the City, and thought look how glamorous being single can be. So I am content. And my happiness is beautiful; I can see it shining back at me in the mirror.

Family

I can't think of anything more important. I am so incredibly blessed.

When your new boss says...

You are perfect.
You dress so professionally, and show up on time.
And you speak so well.
I am so looking forward to working with you!

Okay... maybe I'm bragging a little... but I totally nailed my interview!

:-)

The post I alomst posted

It was right there.
Steady lines of thought, letters molded to form words.
I could have clicked PUBLISH POST.
But this is me-- strong, independent.
This me doesn't divulge her pathetic sadness, no longer worth having, expired like the milk in her fridge.
I don't do such things anymore.
I censor myself, or try to.
It's not attractive to dote on silly things, confidence is key.
And I want so badly to be confident.
To enjoy this summer, and this new me.
The me who thinks before she speaks, and pauses before she posts.

I am so looking forward to tomorrow, but for now I am going crazy. I spent the whole morning stressing over my seemingly impossible Physics exam, which I believe I passed, sigh, I could take a deep breath. I came back to my room to realize that I had an overwhelming amount of packing to do, so I did it. Three or four hours later nearly everything I call my own was packed into the back of my van. I could breathe again. But not for long because I soon succumbed to the fact that I needed to prepare myself for a Phonetics exam taking place at ten in the morning tomorrow. Dammit. So I spent the last couple hours reviewing notes and testing myself, and here I am. My brain is fried, I can't feel my legs (from many trips up and down the stairs lugging hefty boxes and bags full of crap), and I am utterly exhausted. But it's not over. I still have to finish studying, and I have agreed to venture down to the dining hall for a midnight buffet, only because it is my last night and I want to make the most of my time with my friends here, particularly because, as hard as it is to say, I may never see Amber again. So please add emotional exhaustion to my list of ailments.
I just want to be home with my mom and dad, Sarah, Laura, and all of the comforts of home and Holden.

End of the Year

Summer is almost here.
Laura is home.
I have two job interviews in the next week (eek).
A new project gleams on the horizon.
Two more finals.
One more paper.
Free lunch tomorrow to make up for all my hard work.
Can't wait to be home.
Feeling lonely.
But, feeling loved.
I think I'm as content as I could be right now.
Looking forward to school next year.
There's a lot of anticipation.
I can't wait to enjoy the present again.
Ironic?
I guess that's what the end of things does to you.

Dream Job of the Day

To tour the country, or maybe the world, talking to people of all ages about religion and the bible. Educating them. Arguing and debating with them. Getting rid of the fallacies and assumptions, digging in deep to find the truth. What is religion, where is it, who is it, why does it exist?! I just want to do something I love.

It's days like this when I wonder why I'm studying Communication Disorders. Am I selling out, buying a degree for security instead of education? Is a career more important than a life?

Memory

Two boys, nearly men. Two young ladies. We are seated in an auditorium filled to the brim with folks who's lives have been touched by one man. A man who left us all so suddenly.

An evening of entertainment, students of past and present invade our senses with words and praises, songs and prayers. All eyes face forward. I try not to look at the empty diet coke cans or the delicately draped jacket that no longer have an owner. These images are sure to elicit tears, but I'm not certain that I have any more to give.

But I can't help it. My mind is bombarded with memories of a presence I have no more. No more pre-performance hugs, no more dinner parties playing Balderdash, no more quiet moments, just us, questioning topics like politics and religion.

I feel that tell tale prick on the back of my eyes, the lump that slowly grows like cancer in my throat. A flood of emotion that consumes my body as I try to remain still and silent in my auditorium seat. A seat that he surely sat in before me. I am gripping the armrests with all my might.

Then there is a soft touch on my hand. A gentle reassurance that life goes on. I look to my right and stare into the eyes of my friend. They are dry. His brow, however, holds immense tension, as if he is being strong for both of us. Our fingers interlock-- this is not a romantic gesture, but rather one of complete friendship and comfort. We both exhale.

Later I will discover that he has let go of his emotions in not as public a manner. The difference between me, an actress prepared for anyone to see me, and someone who's domain is in the back of the theater, leaning over a world of light created by the touch of his fingers. And what powerful fingers they are.

In that moment, I wish that I could have been there for him as well. I would have wanted to embrace him and give him the reassurance and friendship that he so generously gave me. But he wouldn't have waned it. He wasn't capable of fathoming what would happen if someone saw a crack in his iron facade. So I let it lie.

I don't remember every speech or song from that evening. What I recall is having someone who knew where I had been, who understood how I was feeling, share a moment with me. Life will go on. It has. I cherish that moment, that early summer evening, so bittersweet.

I hated the loss of my mentor for so long. I was devastated and frustrated by it-- the first time I was truly forced to grieve. But now I see that life is full of lessons and moments. I am stronger. And I was given this beautiful memory of a friendship that continues to surprise me.

All Smiles

I. Am. Surprised. And. Content.

Flashdance

I feel the pulse of music.
My body succumbs to it.
My hips sway.
My head tips back.
There is a presence behind me.
"What's your name?"
He is strong, he is close.
I don't want this moment to end.
But in an instant there's a tug on my wrist.
"We have to go"
And my beautiful moment is over.
Outside my ears can't adjust to the quiet.
Am I under water?
I sink into a seat on the bus.
I push my body up the hill.
I pray that my bed will come closer.
Right before burying myself under the covers-
My dresser shakes with vibrations.
A text from he who shall not be named.
He has his own life now.
I needn't be reminded of my emptiness.
Of that welcome presence I cannot keep.
I am always being tugged away,
Or pushed.

Lines...

Just listened to all of my saved voice mails from the last three years... way too many affectionate messages that no longer hold value. I feel like I just found an expired coupon.



After digging through these unwanted memories I found the gem I was looking for. At the end of all the messages (many of them have since been deleted, thank goodness) I was greeted by Rip's voice. Rip is a man in his mid- forties. He lives in the Chelmsford area, and he has a great appreciation for theater.

Rip has just offered me the part of Rose in the play he is directing. I wish I could tell you the exact title, it's something to do with Marvin Gardens. The play will go up at the end of June, and I have to say that I am beyond thrilled. The most exciting part of the whole experience is that I will be in the show with my mother! She is playing an eccentric food critic. I very much look forward to the whole experience. :-)

Something to Look Forward to

This morning I met Alex at Sweets and Java to catch up. I haven't seen him since December so it was so awesome to see him again. I reluctantly admit that I was a little apprehensive about seeing him-- what if it was awkward, what if we couldn't think of things to say...
But it was so refreshing, and not at all uncomfortable. It was perfect, talking about college and high school, new friends and old, and what's up for the summer. I can't wait for the end of the year to be reunited with some of my good friends from the past. Spending afternoons with Sam and Laura, and hopefully working on a new film with Alex!!!!

I am a whole new person now. I have had new experiences and I have made some really awesome new friends. But it's nice to know that come summer I will have people who care about me, people who make me feel right at home.

Alone

I have that feeling again.
Burning a whole in my stomach.
Pricking the back of my eyes.
I want to be happy.
I want to be full of laughter.

Why can't I just be content on my own?

Diva's

Those are my faded x's. Despite some scrubbing both last night upon coming home and this morning in the shower, I am still marked. I cannot deny that I am a mere nineteen years old, still too young to buy booze at Diva's Night Club.

Last night Jessie, Amber, and I ventured into Northampton in search of this nighttime hot spot. What we found was an evening full of dancing, laughing, boys, and fun. I am so entirely thrilled with how well the evening went that I cannot help but reminisce and smile.

The one thing that I gained from my brief experience with the poster boy was confidence. I was reassured that yes indeed I can be found attractive by my male counterparts. This came in handy last night.

When leaving the club we ran into a guy that Jessie had met on the bus to Noho (she was really friendly on the bus). He and I talked the whole way to the bus stop back, at least a ten or fifteen minute walk; we talked for the forty-five minute bus ride to UMass, and then he came to Butterfield and we sat in the lounge and talked for at least another hour. Even as I'm typing this my lips are turning up at the corners.

Whether I see him again or not, I am glad that I'm a little bit back in the game. A lot of girls are so good at living the single life and flirting with confidence. This is not one of the skills that I have mastered as of yet, but I am getting better. I think that I will have to make another appearance at Diva's some time soon.

Be careful what you wish for...

There is a dark mark on my facebook home page. Every time I scroll down my news feed there it is, sitting perked up, hoping for a response, staring at me. I get shivers.

It should cause butterflies and smiles.
Instead I am instilled with fear and nervous energy.

Matt poked you.

I wish he hadn't. I wasn't trying to lead him on... okay maybe I was.... but now I don't want to hurt him.

Oy Vey.

Master Builders

Sometimes we build walls around ourselves, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

- Unknown

Have You Seen This Bus Stop?

Such an interesting weekend!

So Friday was my birthday party. Nothing too scandalous happened haha :-) Most people who said they were coming didn't show up, but in the end that was okay because everything was kept under control and my room didn't get trashed. I got gifts from Jessie and Curtis which I hadn't been expecting, so that was a really big positive and Jess even got me a cake. I was really glad that I decided to have a little party for myself because in the end it made a birthday that probably wouldn't be too significant really special.

In other news there has been an interesting development in my life.

Saturday morning Jess, Sasha and I were taking a bus to see Sam's play at Moho- by the way she did a great job as usual- and we saw a poster. It's a little hard to visualize but basically there was a picture of the bus stop we were standing at and it said "Have You Seen This Bus Stop, If So Call/ Text This Number" So Sasha decided that we should.

What followed was a back and forth of witty banter between me and the poster boy who's name is Matt. We spent the whole day texting each other, and around eight at night he asked if I wanted to catch a movie with him. Well, being the cautious young lady that I am, I suggested that he come to Butterfield instead, seeing as I hadn't even met him yet.

So we had our little make shift date. It was fairly awkward; the conversation was small talky. Plus it got to be after midnight and since I had the room to myself, for once, I was eager to go to bed. Anyways after a somewhat uncomfortable hug goodbye he left and told me to text him.

When he left I was not feeling much of anything towards him, however this morning I was considering him more and more. I ended up texting him, thanking him for coming over. As the day progressed I thought on him a lot and in the evening he contacted me again, asking if I wanted to get lunch. I agreed, and tomorrow we are having lunch at Franklin. I am excited and nervous... but mostly nervous because I really want for him to be a good match for me. Hopefully he'll open up a little bit and our second encounter will be a little less rocky.

So that's what's exciting in my life :-)

Swim On

"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it it stupid."

Albert Einstein

My Biggest Fear

I started writing this blog as a way to work out some of my own identity issues. Who am I, what's my purpose, why am I here, when will I reach my goals?

A lot of people spend time over-analyzing and fearing death. It's a huge, imposing, scary topic that really affects people. It's not something that I dwell on; I have accepted death as something I have no control over and I do not fear it.

What I do fear is loneliness. I am terrified that I will never meet that special person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. I know that I have the ability to be a great wife and mother, and I'm eager to get started. But what if I never meet my partner? Or what if I don't meet him until later in life? These questions loom over my head, like a storm cloud following me wherever I go.

My parents tell me that I just have to be patient. But we live in a world where people choose hooking up over dating and I don't fit in. I want love and romance, and most of all happiness. I am content with my life, but I'm not happy. I only say this because I know what it's like to fall asleep with a smile on your face just because you are ecstatic to be who you are with a person you love and looking into a future that holds so many open doors. And I know what it's like to have those doors closed.

I am tough. I will get through this, but that doesn't mean I'm not human. I have my doubts just like anyone else. I am afraid of being alone. I am afraid that this void in the pit of my stomach where butterflies and smiles should reside will never be filled.

One day, soon I hope, I want to find someone who eliminates my worries.
The problem is that he'll never come if I'm looking for him.
So I should probably just...

.....Let go

Wise Words on Love

Home

Sitting on my own bed,
I can't help but smile!

So glad I'll get to be with Laura tonight, and then be with my family all week!

My Life is Average

I am so glad that it's almost the weekend. This week has been very long; it was the kind of week where you have to push yourself to get to every class and do every assignment.

Only four more classes between today and tomorrow and then I'll be free!

I woke up early this morning and did homework, then I had breakfast with Jessie, Curtis and Hoang. Meals like that always make me happy because it's so nice to eat with my "family". Then I sat through Phonetics which wasn't terrible.

Today's the day that I get my job and Franklin Dining Hall back. I am not looking forward to this mundane and uncomfortable work, but I do need to replenish y bank account, and I have a lot of pressure to work from the parental units.

Tomorrow I will find out if I was chosen to be an RA and where I will be placed. I really want this job, but I also really want this job in an appealing building. As we speak there is a meeting taking place where my fate is being decided. If I am not chosen I have a very appealing option B. I would get to room with Jessie which would make both of us very happy.

This weekend is going to be full of shenanigans. Tomorrow night Jessie and I have discussed the possibility of going to a Frat; all we know for certain is that we want to go out. Saturday there is a possibility that Phill may be coming up to visit Hoang and I. I am looking forward to letting him get to know everyone, and I hope they all like each other. Finger's crossed.

Anyways that is the long spiel about my boring life. I can't wait for tomorrow!

Literary Humor

Doctor: Well sir, I got the test results back... you have Onomatopoeia
Patient: What's Onomatopoeia?
Doctor: It's exactly what it sounds like.

Pack Your Galoshes

Last night I stayed up until six in the morning writing an essay with Sasha, Amber, and Curtis. I usually do my work alone because I am able to finish in a timely manner, but despite my better judgment I succumbed to my social needs and stayed up way too late. This resulted in a mere two hours of sleep.

Today my mind was as foggy as the weather. I mumbled, walked into people (five to be exact), fell asleep during a lecture, and had to force myself to survive the day.

From now on I am going to get back into my routine.

An Act of Desperation

Dear Four Page Paper,

I have spent several hours researching and brainstorming your contents. In return I ask very little of you. All I want is for you to write yourself. Normally I wouldn't be so demanding, but at the present my mind is fried and distracted with thoughts of sunny California and beautiful Mexico.

Love Leanne


ONLY ONE MORE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"It's Called Art, It's What You Do"

The quote above is from an "artist".

There is no meaning or thought behind what she does. People who are vanilla should leave room for people who are actually passionate instead of merely biding their time.

I am currently trying to write a piece for English that is going to (eventually) be very good. Unfortunately it probably won't influence my grade in the slightest.

Oy, this is frustrating.

"It's a cartoon, it's a sketch" - the artist.

I am not amused.

Here I Am, St. Valenine

Happy Valentine's Day

or

Happy Singles' Awareness Day

To all the happy couples- congrats I hope your day is wonderful beyond belief.
To the rest of us- it's just one day; we can handle it, and maybe some day soon we'll find love again.

Singles dinner tonight in Northampton! Woohoo! I am keeping a smile on my face and remaining optimistic.

PLUS- ONLY 4 More Days!!!!

Gettin' That Bounce Back

I was just about to post yet another complaint about my life (my lack of space to be specific) when I realized that practically all I do is complain. It's unfortunate that I don't appreciate what I have. I am lucky to be in school. I am lucky to have a roof over my head and food to eat. I am blessed with friends who I care about and who reciprocate those feelings back at me.

I just need to think more about what's good.

In other news, my cruise is only two weeks away!

I have become a target

And you think it's fun to make me miserable.

What did I do?

Who Are You?

The boy I knew didn't behave in such a manner. He looked down on those who lacked self respect, honor, dignity, a moral compass. There are so many days I wish I could have you back, but how can I when you behave like this?

I have tried to convince myself that you are still the same person I fell in love with, but that is just not so. Since we've parted you have done more damage to my self-esteem and heart than I could have ever foreseen. Not to mention your recent actions which have been questionable at best. I find myself remembering the times that we fought, times that I cried for hours over you, and I wonder why I put up with it.

I already know the answer. When you are good to me, when you smile at me and tell me I'm beautiful, when we laugh together, or hold each other, even sometimes when we bicker; I feel undeniably happy. It's as if I'm on a roller coaster, going way too high only to fall back down. Maybe I crave that rush of emotions, maybe I depend on it.

I hate that I can't stand you, and I can't live without you. You disgust me, yet I love you all the same.

I know I shouldn't...

But what can I do to change?

Dear Roommate

I just want a little privacy.

Girl Twirls Curls

So I am basically just not a happy camper at present. First of all a certain roommate of mine has a certain friend over who happens to really creep me out.

Also I have been feeling super out of place, and I really miss my family. When I talk in groups I feel like I don't belong and I am constantly saying awkward things, and I just don't fit in. I just want to scream, but I can't because I live in this stupid dorm that has stupid people in my room when I just want to go to bed and not cry.

I miss Sarah most of all, and I know she misses me. We need each other for different reasons, but mostly I just need her because she is the one person who always understands me no matter what.

Finally I am perhaps unjustifiably upset about this change in my world. I have been shaken at the roots once again, and while this change doesn't affect me at all, I am worried just the same. The worst part is that I invited it in. Maybe at the end of this all it wont matter. Or maybe I shall find my own change. Change in my life could be good right now.

Fuzzy Socks

Good News- I have convinced Jessie to make a fort/ tunnel/ igloo with me on this fine snow day :-)

Bad News- Cute boy from English has a girl friend, oh well we can still be friends.

"I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life--and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do." -- Georgia O'Keeffe

Happy = Pretty

"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."

- Audrey Hepburn

I was feeling a little down about being the odd man out at my house council meeting, but this quote definitely cheers me up :-)

The Wailing Wall

I am a wall, and you chisel away at me.
Piece by piece,
Removing the stone that covers my vulnerability until
I am raw.
I can no longer hide the way I really feel and
It scares both of us.
So we decide to let time and space separate us so
we can clear are heads.
The problem is that you seem to be constantly buzzing
In my mind.
I work for the hundredth time to barricade my feelings
with a fake strength.
So the cycle repeats again and once more,
I am a wall.

My Head Hurts

The world is too bright, and my mind can't catch up this morning.

I need some sleep.

zzzzzzz...

English Writing

Reasons I love thee:

Free Writing, Friends, Discussions, Interesting Homework Assignments,

and the cute boy in my work group :-)

Peace on the 9th Floor

Am I the noisiest person in this library?
The pounding of my fingers on this keyboard is like the march of a soldier.
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.

The ninth floor of the library houses all of the books on art. Anthologies, picture books, biographies- they are all located here. You can expect to find me here on any given afternoon. I sit in the northwest corner looking out onto everyone. Usually I am quite productive, finishing homework or researching a paper.

Today is different. Today I sip my coffee and enjoy the guilty pleasures of facebook, google, and of course this blog. It has been such a long time since I have allowed myself time to unwind through free writing. Perhaps if I rant about my life through the virtual world I can be a better person, and a better listener in the real world.

I have also gained new inspiration to write through my English Writing professor. She has pointed out aspects of writing that I seldom explore, and has made process and editing seem much more attainable. I look forward to my endeavors in her class.

I'm Back!

I think it's high time that I started posting again.
It's good for the soul.