2 posts from June 2008

    I have officially lived through sophomore year of high school!  This is cause for much celebration, I believe.  Two years down, two to go.  This makes me think of my sister's friend who told me, right before freshman the whole experience of Duke Ellington is, "You hate it, then it's over, and you kind of don't hate it."  So far she's been right.

    My twin sister, Alice, left for Nicaragua on Wednesday.  We've never been apart for more than a day.  I keep feeling like somebody is missing.  It's strange.  May I just make an announcement on behalf of all twins, don't ask us if we can read each other's minds.  That is possibly the must stupid and most common question I get asked besides, "'Sup?"  Also, don't ask if we're "like, best friends."  Think about how much you see us together?  If it's a lot, probably yes if not, probably no.  Really...

    Recently I've had this alarming feeling of self-hate in my looks.  I took a bunch of pictures today and I can't help noticing how weird my face is.  Well, I think it's weird.  It may be the most normal face ever, but when it's yours and you have as many problems as I do than you can't look at yourself that much, without wanting to never go outside.  Yeah.  It's not that bad, I just get really self-conscious.

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.