Last night gusts of jasmine

filled the air and reminded

me of a person i'm very excited to see :)

...but my heart is hurting real bad

to be leaving this place that

has become home.

While talking to my friend yesterday from P-town,

who always puts into words what i'm feeling when i can't,

-I have two homes now. So from now on, I'll always

be missing one of them. Kinda sucky, but I think

I like having two places to belong to-

Harry or Harriet

Whether my legs deserve the male

or female name, they are hairy.

I don't care too much for a razor these

days, but then again, I never have.

I figure if a boy won't accept my hiegene,

then he won't accept other things.

And that is when I can say

" you have gross boy parts".

.that should put things into perspective.

The Gruesome

Working at the gym provides for many unique

observational opportunities.

-Seperating the heel strikers from the toe strikers-

-Internally lauging at people as they weigh themselves after ten

minutes of biking, lifting, or jogging...thinking they've already

reaped the fruits of their exercise labor-

My FAVORITE

-Comparing faces. The expressions people wear say everything

about how their workout is going. The Best, are the guys who lift

way more than they should, and within ten seconds their whole face

contorts in a disgusting, yet slightly inspirational manner-

(This one guy inparticular...his face gets fireball red near the

end of his first set, and his beady eyes shut tight,

as if they're in danger of popping out

because he's squeezing so hard.

Sounds as if he's giving birth no?

Here with me

If you were here with me in this computer room...

You'd find a girl looking approximately ten years old, but in fact she's in college.

Next to her,

A girl with silver hoops in her lobes, and eyes 5 inches from the computer screen.

Then,

A girl picking at her blemishes absentmindedly as she watches "This Is It."

And don't forget,

The sleepy individual with a craned neck as her head is too heavy at this wee hour.

Next up,

A chica with shorty-short bangs, making an excel chart that looks beastly complicated.

And then,

There's me. The only white girl in the room set up here for the night.

You'd find meand my junk food, and a pile of books with only

a feeble glance of attention turned toward

them now and again.

Dear Biology Boy,

Today you came into class appearing
sharper than usual and making the
pb&j you were eating look original.

Sometimes we talk, or scribble, via
my notebook paper about random things.

To me, you look like a quirky cartoon
character. Possibly Wallace, from Wallace & Gromitt.

Truly,

Your Secret Admirer

Sunset

Sunset at Sunset.check.
The girls and I made
a must do list to be

completed before flying home,

and saturday we checked this

one off.

-side note- if you're ever up on north shore

and looking to stuff your face with a good hunk

of animal protein get a

Bacon Cheeseburger @ Ted's

.yum.

All The Wild Horses

One year ago...

The drunken girl next to me swaying to the sernade on stage,

with daisies in her hair, obviously was enjoying the concert on a

whole other level. Ray Lamontagne was the one doing the seranading

and he practically made out with the microphone as he performed

with a rare intensity. The man can sweat, and the whole night

a timely drip-drop came from his auburn beard.

My souveniers were a green t-shirt, now pilled,

and a stronger love for his sound.