January 2010
5 posts
tired.
there were so many things that should have been done differently.
Bob Dylan Lit Class...
“My love is a red, red rose.”
“So I’m on my way to class and I’m late. And I know my students are fidgeting in their seats already talking about how long they have to wait before they can leave. So I’m rushing and as I rush by the building I am caught off guard and swept off my feet by these rose bushes. Their deep red and delicious scent. I wanted it. I was...
lonesome.
it is hard to be in this bed. it’s hard to have no one to curl up next to and feel safe with. the beginning of vacation i had horrible thoughts while trying to fall asleep of somene breaking in a murdering me or of zombies breaking in and eating my brains (its called paranoia and i’m already looking into it.) but after new years and this insane talk/fight/thing ian and i had i feel...
today.
it’s scary how much emotion one thing can pass on to another if you let it. this book has had me crying all afternoon. i’ve yelled at it and called the characters assholes and bastards. it really is an amazing thing to let yourself be completely enveloped into another life and let everything in their world become everything in yours.
im sad that i choose not to read as much as i used...
