All is well in Florence, Italy. Right now, I’m sitting in an internet cafe. Here in Europe, I’ve seen so many things that I once only knew from textbooks. Pretty sweet. Sometimes I wish my mom wouldn’t fawn over me so much. Eh, I know she means well. Santa Bear is enjoying himself on his…
Month: June 2002
Leaving on a Jet Plane
Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, Santa Bear has fled the country on a whim. When I woke up in the morning, I discovered a letter lying in his usual sitting spot. The following is an excerpt from Santa Bear’s letter, which spans 12 pages: In short, I’m sick of being cooped up in this house. When…
Or Maybe I Could Just Sit at Home and Read
Last night I dreamed I was out with my friends in some club. I drank, I danced, and as far as I can tell, I didn’t make an ass of myself. Drinking and dancing is a fun event, but that was kind of a boring dream. Where were the monsters, scantily clad women, Muppets, talking…
Head Over Feet, Girl
The funny thing about unrequited love is that it never seems to quit. I guess that’s another reason to call it “unrequited” love. Yes yes, it’s just a pun. I know my line of reasoning relies solely on word play. Life is funny though, huh? Here I am, wondering if I’ll ever stop caring for…
Sweet Release
Summer, how I’ve longed all school year to be back in your restful embrace, your warm, gentle winds easing my thoughts and caressing my callous skin. I finally have an opportunity to invest my time in something that I actually enjoy: reading a book without having to write a damn analytical essay afterwards. My book…
The Little Essay That Couldn’t
So then I said to her, “that’s not my foot!” And we laughed and laughed…
Life Should Be Like a Corona Commercial
Is it so wrong to eat an apricot without peeling it’s fuzzy skin? What about a peach? Ah, that’s the kind of question that I love asking: questions of the summer season. For God’s sake, it’s so close. Why can’t my paper write itself?