Thursday, January 31, 2013

Tomorrow is Friday and I should go to bed

"But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore." -Kurt Vonnegut

Monday, January 21, 2013

How to pick up girls

Yesterday I was sitting outside a coffee shop, eating a croissant and reading a book and minding my own business. Some guy with his friend walks by and says, “Hey! Will you be my new friend?”

“No, not today, sorry,” I respond, then immediately go back to my book.

“Aw, you’re mean,” he says. “I’m gonna go slit my wrists now.”

Fuck you, asshole, who thinks it’s okay to try to make women feel uncomfortable and guilty just because they don’t indulge your bullshit pick-up lines. I know this is fake suicide threat, but fuck you for thinking that’s in any way an appropriate thing to say (loudly) to a stranger just because you didn’t get what you want. I am sick of men thinking they are entitled to my attention simply because they plucked up the courage to speak words to me. I don’t owe you shit. Fuck off.

If it kills me

There will be feast and dancing in Jerusalem next year

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Not lonely, just alone

…he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone - riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria - even dancing, she danced alone - and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin’s eyes, just flat and uninvolved.
 Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

I think things will get better.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


So I might've drank some wine while I was lesson planning and now I might be buzzed and trying to flirt via text with this boy I might like because he is so nice and makes me feel like I am not a terrible person.

Note the word might.

Actually, disregard the word might.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Oh god I am turning into a Mid-Westerner

I went line dancing last night. It was a lot of fun.

This is exactly what all my Californian friends think I do with my life out here. And now it's coming true. Oh fuck.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Ojála que se acaben sus penas

Sometimes I listen to rancheras and Patsy Cline and get kinda emo.

Happy fucking new year

2012 was pretty good 'til about June, then shit sorta went downhill. It didn't end well so I sure as hell hope 2013 is better, although to be honest I'm not holding out much hope.

This is depressing as fuck.