Wednesday, March 31, 2004
I want to be in love SO badly
p.s. and i am such a girl! blah
p.s. and i am such a girl! blah
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I wrote a song!
it goes: " i don't want to write this stupid movie review, lalalalala"
it goes: " i don't want to write this stupid movie review, lalalalala"
You know whats amazing? i can smoke a cigarette in exactly the same time it takes me to drink a cup of coffee!
......Well I think it's amazing.
also! i just discovered that I have physics reference tables that say herman elliot on them. I feel bad for whoever that person is, because what an awful name.
Maybe i'll get myself a xanga...i feel bad writing such nonsense in a blog. Why do you people read this thing?
......Well I think it's amazing.
also! i just discovered that I have physics reference tables that say herman elliot on them. I feel bad for whoever that person is, because what an awful name.
Maybe i'll get myself a xanga...i feel bad writing such nonsense in a blog. Why do you people read this thing?
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Why does everyone walk their dogs at eleven?
Sitting on my fire escape, smoking, (because what story is a good story without a cigarette?) the street is deserted save one slow black car. An old man, in a black coat, shuffles slowly down my side of the street. A small white dog on a short leash walks with the same gait he does. The man stops and stares blankly as his dog sniffs piles of garbage bags before lifting his leg. They both dissapear into a building below me.
Across the street, a blond woman in a blue sports jacket walks a large dog that leaps happily through the street pulling her behind it. A man walks in the opposite direction with a dog of the exact same size. The woman's dog rushes up to greet the man's, and they nuzzle their heads together. The blue sports jacket stands a respectful distance away, and both humans silently observe. Neither he nor she says a word, but if i could see her face, i bet she would be smiling. Suddenly, with a motion uncharacteristic of the lethargy of the night, her dog takes off with a bound, jerking the woman behind him. The man stands watching her go, for five seconds, maybe ten. Slowly, he turns and walks the rest of the way down the block, dissapearing around the corner. And up on my fire escape, I smile for the first time that day.
What is with my comma use? (and my writing in general...)
Sitting on my fire escape, smoking, (because what story is a good story without a cigarette?) the street is deserted save one slow black car. An old man, in a black coat, shuffles slowly down my side of the street. A small white dog on a short leash walks with the same gait he does. The man stops and stares blankly as his dog sniffs piles of garbage bags before lifting his leg. They both dissapear into a building below me.
Across the street, a blond woman in a blue sports jacket walks a large dog that leaps happily through the street pulling her behind it. A man walks in the opposite direction with a dog of the exact same size. The woman's dog rushes up to greet the man's, and they nuzzle their heads together. The blue sports jacket stands a respectful distance away, and both humans silently observe. Neither he nor she says a word, but if i could see her face, i bet she would be smiling. Suddenly, with a motion uncharacteristic of the lethargy of the night, her dog takes off with a bound, jerking the woman behind him. The man stands watching her go, for five seconds, maybe ten. Slowly, he turns and walks the rest of the way down the block, dissapearing around the corner. And up on my fire escape, I smile for the first time that day.
What is with my comma use? (and my writing in general...)
