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.