I'm not going to say I'm mad.

So here I am, again.  School is almost over.  So close, and yet, so far.  I  keep wanting to write a story but I'm not sure how to approach it.

My favorite writing teacher was in my dream two nights ago.  Okay, I know I'm obsessed.  I don't like being obsessed with people I know.  It's awkward.  I can be overbearing, I'm sure, and scare people away.  I don't want that to happen.

Have I mentioned my new favorite band?  They're called Vampire Weekend, they have one album out.  I love them.

I'm torn between wanting people to read this blog and not wanting anyone to know it exists.  The teacher I love says that everyone feels the same.  We all feel that we are alone in our own little painful world.  It was Plato, I believe, who said, "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."  I love Plato.  Much better than Aristotle, in my opinion.

 So last post, I talked about my writer-crushes.  I also have a huge crush on Steve Almond, after reading Candyfreak and Which Brings Me To You.  View:

It is my tragedy in life, I believe to get completely enamored with men who I think are much smarter than me.  Whether it be literally smarter or writing-smarter.  The two usually go hand-in-hand.  I mean this is ridiculous right?  What sixteen-year-old girl has a crush on Ira Glass as opposed to, oh, I don't know, Zac Efron.  I don't like that whole surfer look thing.  Few people can pull it off.  And even then it's too...  White.  I mean, I've grown up in DC where I know maybe, ten white guys my age.  So I'm not used to it.  I'm not racist by any means, I have a friend, whose white who will outright say she doesn't like white-guys.  Hah.

I'm looking for an Etheridge Knight poem that's about Sonia Sanchez, does anyone know what I'm talking about?  It's after she left him.