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I should get back in the habit of blogging. It helps me to remember things. I just updated my list of places I’ve slept throughout college. Am I forgetting anyplace? 91. Somewhere south of GR at the house of an … Continued

This semester I didn’t write poetry.There weren’t any rhymes in my head–just wishes to wanderand longings to lingerand dreams about going to bed.

I have been very frustrated with school this semester, mostly because I have a high concentration of education courses. I have a hard time motivating myself to do work that teaches me nothing except that I don’t like to do … Continued

I lost half of my tan today.The melanin was washed awaywith soap and water down the drain–and summer’s gone and done the same.

I was walking home from work with Ryan when I saw Rachel walking up the hill. I let go of Ryan and dropped my bag and ran, embracing her with, “You’re here! You’re here!” I had hoped to see my … Continued

Let me just say that my college is much more concerned about making first impressions than leaving a pleasant aftertaste. When we move in, they provide t-shirted helpers, shopping carts, and a few extra days just to settle in. I … Continued

What would you rather have in the room with you? An inkless printer? A stained t-shirt? An angry person? What is more valuable? A minute? A year? A person? A lifetime or a life?

I can almost smell Mt. Rainier. All summer, it will smell like spring. The breeze will wind up the valleys and past the waterfalls and under the sun to melt the snowpack slowly. I can almost smell this when I … Continued

It is April. I went back and read all my journal and blog entries from a year ago. This is what I wrote on April 18, 2008: “It was about a year ago (today is April 18 and I sent … Continued