15 February 2007
05 February 2007
04 February 2007
Dear Sean:
I've been in this strange state of liquid grief as memories lap upon the shore of my new hope. A place of suspended reverie and floating nostalgia. You saw so much and I have been so blind. Is it again time to shed the skin and step into a new life?
Bad Morning
Peri stayed in bed, pulled the blankets up further, and curled up tighter. She'd only been awake a few minutes but already knew that he was mad. The bangs of kitchen cabinets and sliding chairs came up the stairs. Peri either needed to confront the problem or face spending the day under his cloud.Peri descended the stairs while pulling on a robe. Gideon was eating Cheerios and watching the news with the television blaring. His jaw muscles flexed and twitched with each heaping spoonful.
"You should stop pouting. You broke shit the last time."
"I fixed the door two weeks ago. What's your problem?"
"You were so mad you broke the house. Why don't you just tell me what I did before we have to move."
Art
Career Confusion
I crashed a class on Friday. I wasn't interested so much in the class, but rather the speaker, Babak Armajani. I probably took more notes than the students getting a grade in the class and probably more notes than I took my whole senior year at Western. Armi, as he likes to be called, only confused me about my latest career choice.
I think I should just apply to five different programs (Creative Writing, Public Policy, Communications, Playwriting, and Student Affairs) and see where I get in. I need to move out of Iowa, sooner rather than later.
I think I should just apply to five different programs (Creative Writing, Public Policy, Communications, Playwriting, and Student Affairs) and see where I get in. I need to move out of Iowa, sooner rather than later.
01 February 2007
Childhood
"What's the deal with your family?" Duke asked.
Aislin peered down at her hands, picked at something under one of her nails, and tucked her hands back into her coat pockets. "You mean the fact that they're crazy?"
"Whenever you run into any of them it seems like you can't wait to leave."
"It took me awhile to realize just how dysfunctional my family was."
"Every family has it's own quirks, but they're still a family."
"I thought it was normal for every kid to spend Saturdays at the dog track with grandpa; all moms had panic attacks at the mall; secret grow rooms in the basement; moonshine in the garage. My first childhood memory was of my uncles getting high while babysitting me. I was three. Three, for god's sake!
"When I asked where my dad was, I was told that he was a bad drunk and ran away. My mom acted like this was the most evil thing a person could do. Yet, I've watched every one in my extended family turn to the bottle and run away from responsibility. I learned it was okay unless you were my father, in which case you were an evil, evil man worthy of the wrath of god.
"There was never any cough syrup in the house, instead I was handed a shot of Jamison and told it would put hair on my chest. A bad tooth called for a shot of vodka. For a headache, the prescription was a bong hit and a nap."
Aislin peered down at her hands, picked at something under one of her nails, and tucked her hands back into her coat pockets. "You mean the fact that they're crazy?"
"Whenever you run into any of them it seems like you can't wait to leave."
"It took me awhile to realize just how dysfunctional my family was."
"Every family has it's own quirks, but they're still a family."
"I thought it was normal for every kid to spend Saturdays at the dog track with grandpa; all moms had panic attacks at the mall; secret grow rooms in the basement; moonshine in the garage. My first childhood memory was of my uncles getting high while babysitting me. I was three. Three, for god's sake!
"When I asked where my dad was, I was told that he was a bad drunk and ran away. My mom acted like this was the most evil thing a person could do. Yet, I've watched every one in my extended family turn to the bottle and run away from responsibility. I learned it was okay unless you were my father, in which case you were an evil, evil man worthy of the wrath of god.
"There was never any cough syrup in the house, instead I was handed a shot of Jamison and told it would put hair on my chest. A bad tooth called for a shot of vodka. For a headache, the prescription was a bong hit and a nap."
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