Category Archives: Moods
156 – recent frustrations, expressed as passive-aggressively as possible
I show people I like that I love them, and I show people I love that I fear them.
Protected: 153 – Pilipinas Day 2
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Protected: 139 – Something I wrote yesterday afternoon that I’ll be thinking about tomorrow night, parts I and II
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136 – I love my job. I just hope it loves me back.
Sometimes I write about “deep” things. Sometimes I write about “spiritual” things. Sometimes I write about “poetic” things. But I don’t write enough about my day-to-day life and what that looks like on a very clear level. I flip through … Continue reading
Filed under Happy, Straight Documenting
134 – Laughing Jesus
There was this woman on the bus today (yesterday) who was absolutely euphoric and laughing and laughing. When we stopped at a really sharp hill (which, of course, happens often in Seattle), she said, “Ohhhh Jesus!” and started laughing again, … Continue reading
132 – Switch
Today I ran into about five friends/my editor by happenstance (on four separate occasions), and then about as many folks from Campus Ministry, mostly away from campus. Last night I had written some things about dissatisfaction and social frustration and … Continue reading
Filed under Happy, Messy, Passion, Rambling, Straight Documenting, Stream of Consciousness
131 – Collected Musings on the Final Finals Week of Sophomore Year
It’s bad news when you get halfway through a paper and realize you don’t know what your thesis is. It’s bad news when you literally run to buy a coffee just before the shop closes…and then buy another coffee just … Continue reading
130 – Things I would rather be doing than writing this paper:
Having a picnic Eating chocolate cake in the sunshine with friends with puppies Having lengthy conversations in the sunshine with strangers with friends with puppies Scouring the Capitol Hill Community Garage Sale for friends for puppies Reading for pleasure Writing … Continue reading
127 – another whine (or: want)
I wish my classes didn’t rely so heavily on me typing things or me doing research on the Internet or me operating in a plainly painted computer lab. I’d rather have sit in the cool 50ish degrees swallowing that carnation … Continue reading
Filed under Hopes and Dreams, Passion, Song References, Stream of Consciousness, Whiny
125 – The future will be fine once I make it there
I have no idea what next year is going to look like. I know I’m not working for the paper. I know I am living in the hippie commune. I know I’m…taking classes… Applications are coming out for everything and … Continue reading
Filed under Fear, Short, Stream of Consciousness, This Lie They Call 'Growing Up', Whiny
122 – In lieu of writing about whether we are free and the consequent requirements for moral responsibility
Somebody told me last night that oranges used to be referred to as noranges–consider the Spanish word for orange, naranja. In fact, noranges (and other things with names starting with “n-[vowel]“) are responsible for the use of the word “an” … Continue reading
Filed under Silly
120 – you walked the deserts in leather boots, you wrote long letters to a woman in different states
Today I participated in an experiment with myself. Sprung from an idea told to me by a nun told to her by a priest and inspired by oranges, I decided to eat lunch today. And just eat lunch. Normally when … Continue reading
Filed under Adventures, Beautiful Things, Oranges, Pensive, Straight Documenting
115 – because you can’t just do it whenever you want to; you have to wait
I love walking to class. I love constantly smiling at people and being waved at and called out to. It is what I needed out of this new year and what makes me feel humming again. Things are a little … Continue reading
111 – My body is never where my heart is.
2009, December 20 – 21:34 I have this yearning right now to go to a war-torn country. Yemen. Someplace forgotten. Someplace nobody really goes to volunteer or study. Someplace awful and terrifying. This might be one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for sorts … Continue reading
