i hate basketball.

I hate basketball, and it’s certainly not genetic.
I hate basketball like some people hate mint chocolate chip ice cream, like red lights ruin the tempo of your song you’re singing aloud to in the car. I just don’t get it. I understand that these giants run around the court like they’ve got Red [...]

the middle.

Hey,
Don’t write yourself off yet.  It’s only in your head you feel left out and looked down on.  Just try your best, try everything you can.  And don’t you worry what they tell themselves when you’re away.
It just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride.  Everything, everything will be just [...]

rip.

I was assaulted today.
By an escalator.
Riding on the “down” escalator at Dillard’s, I heard a sound that made my stomach turn circles in upon itself. RIIIIIIIIIIP.
No, not my jeans. That would have been more bearable. The back of the wedge of my Favorite (and only) off-white heels was gouged open by one [...]

6.00am

I’m a last-minute kind of person.
I’m also the person who will figure out anything else to do other than what she needs to do, which is why I’m still up at 6.00am packing. And writing this.
I’m cleaning the past year of my life out of closets, drawers, desks, and boxes shoved under the bed. [...]

only forward from here.

Cigarette butts strewn across what look like once-maintained flower beds and the splatter of coffee that was not washed away in the rain this morning cover the grounds in front of a revolving door and a wall of lights. Outside of Poor Yorick’s and the awing of Evans Library, I am alone. Well, [...]

did i learn anything?

It’s about 3.12a, and I can feel the crash coming. I can feel my body wanting to shut down and sleep. I can see my bed from here, see the pillows, the soft, clean sheets. And I can also see my Spanish textbooks sitting next to me. Ominous beacons of what [...]

flashing lights.

I’m fully aware that it is 5.00a.
What you should probably be aware of before you begin reading is that I have yet to go to sleep. I’m running on 4 hours of sleep from last night (so, 2 nights ago…) and I feel like I’m either going to pass out and die, or be [...]

much afraid.

For those of you who haven’t seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s (sinners…) this contains some unintentional spoilers.
The picture is classic. The pose, the glasses, the jewels, the serene look.

Like I said. It’s classic. Even if you haven’t seen the movie, unless you’ve been in a hole since you were born, you’ve probably seen this [...]