I guess I’ll go to Mexico in two weeks. Ride down with my friend in a rental car. Buy beads from little children with dirty hands. Maybe I’ll be able to cope with things in a foreign environment. We have never been to Mexico. WE is no longer we. It’s just me now.
A friendly card April 27, 2008
So in a couple hours I am going to my boyfriend’s house, probably soon to be my ex-boyfriend’s house, and we will discuss whether or not we will end our three and a half year relationship. I’m thinking it will end badly, as tears and affirmations of love on my part have illicited no response from my beloved. So, this time, instead of crying and pleading him to stay, I have a friendly card waiting in my purse for him. It has a cute little bunny on the front and it says OH, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE, and then when you open it up, it says BUT I SURE AM GLAD YOU DID. I love him, but he’s an asshole, so why shouldn’t I be one back? Sometimes it’s just not satisfying to be the better person.
Anxiety April 21, 2008
I get horrible anxiety, anxiety that takes over my entire body. I can’t eat or sleep, and it makes me feel as though I can’t be comfortable anywhere. i wonder if there are herbal remedies for this- I’m kind of against valium and sedatives, and I don’t really smoke pot. I wish there was some type of herb I could rub on my skin and feel calm. maybe lavender. Maybe I’ll just have to start smoking pot.
Electronic Publishing April 14, 2008
I was reading the packet that you gave us and I agree with you Jenny- whoever wrote that blog sounds slimey. How about, “If you print someone’s poetry in blood on sandpaper and publish it in the public arena, that’s still print, baby.” What??? That’s just a weird thing to write.
Anyway, I was surprised that you could transfer first rights from different venues, like from online to a print magazine. I don’t think this information affects me all that much, since we learned during the online lit magazine presentation that most of those sites will publish a piece without owning the rights. So you can be free to keep sending out the same piece to a magazine. I’m not sure that I am sill all that inclined to send stuff out to online journals, but that piece of information
My bedroom window April 14, 2008
My apartment is on a noisy, busy street. I have a ground floor apartment, but because of the way the street slopes down, my bedroom window is about eight feet from the sidewalk. It’s sort of a bay window, coming about two feet out from the side of a building. Now that it’s spring, and we’ve been getting a lot of rain, my window seems to serve as a shelter for people stuck outside on the street. People gather underneath it and chat, waking me up, scaring me into thinking someone is in my apartment. It literally sounds like someone is in my bedroom when they stand under my window and talk. It’s especially nice after the bars close, and drunk girls from the Thirteenth Floor like to stand under the window, protecting their hair from the rain. Being a writer, you would think I would enjoy this, people watching without even leaving my bedroom. But I don’t. It kind of makes me feel exposed. If I can hear people outside so clearly, then they must be able to hear me as well. It creeps me out. I wish I lived on the second or third floor.
Spring Fever April 11, 2008
What a beautiful day! Instead of doing my taxes and homework, I sat in the sun for a few hours. Now I want to take a nap next to an open window. Spring makes me lazy. perhaps I’ll save the work until after the sun goes down.
Mexico City April 7, 2008
I want to go to Mexico City but none of my friends want to go with me. They told me that you have to wear masks on certain days because the air is so polluted. Is this true? They say I will be raped, kidnapped, robbed. My boyfriend tells me if he goes to Mexico it will be to somewhere he can surf, not to a dirty, poverty-stricken city. Why does everyone hate on Mexico city? I only know a couple people who have been there, but they said it was amazing. I hear they have really good street food there.
