pigeons

"airplanes" // b.o.b--the video would be better if hayley and b.o.b were in a shot together at least once. it's disconnected as is.

still remember the line from garcia lorca's "little viennese waltz."

Because I love you, my love, I love you
in the attic where the children play,
dreaming ancient lights of Hungary

--taken from the version in the sleeping on the wing anthology.

you're good, I think, if you can mention love in a poem and not sound trite.
maybe spanish ii will be made a better class if I apply it to understanding the original spanish version of this poem.

august eighteenth

--tired.

editing the juniors' things.
played pool at school for the first time. had to go back into the dorm before the game was finished.

a few hours passed talking to s.a. and speaking of literary things and overdramatically acting out monologues for her.

very tired.

go wait in the car.

I miss blogger.
and sleeping.

I woke up from a nap, went to make tea and then go back to sleep, but then I realized I had to clean my room.

v-kristen told me not to always think of getting out of msa my senior year, else my entire year will be shitty, and I agree. I always think of things to change, though. that's healthier than empty complaining.

I never ask people how they are unless I care. this sometimes backfires in situations where I am unnecessarily socially obligated to be someone else's version of polite and the someone else becomes irritated with me.

tired.
I wrote a poem and brought it to class but it feels skeletal. that always happens when I write about my family. poetry blog?

kristen is watching my copy of ponyo.

the broom closet is locked all the damn time and I can't sweep the floor.

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