The Writing

  • An artist out at sea

    I just saw a commercial for some stupid new reality TV show. Here I am, trying to escape my little sliver of the universe by turning on the tube and devouring some humor from The Big Bang Theory (I love nerds), and I get interrupted from doing so when all of these stupid commercials come Read more

  • Emily’s big day

    When I get married, I want my wedding to be the simplest wedding a wedding can be. It’s going to be in the backyard I can see in my peripheral vision right now. The pool I can see out of the corner of my eye will be covered by a glass dance floor, or maybe Read more

  • It’s still July 2008 to me

    The calendar in my room says that it is still July 2008. It has taken me a whole year to build up enough guts to tap on its shoulder, come face-to-face with it and make it admit that it is wrong. I’m scared to get its reaction to this news, but it needs to face Read more

  • Eight poems later…

    All the rest have thirty-one… Throughout this 2009 month of July, I: cried over something that happened to my lovely grandmother, cleaned my grandparents’ entire house, rolled coins with my boyfriend, listened to about 2,210 songs (about 71 tracks a day), attended Warped Tour for the first time and got to see my favorite band Read more

  • Blue by U!

    When I got that phone call I seriously wanted to slam the phone down and run to my room. Thoughts running through my mind during the telephone call: HELP OUT WITH A YOUTH TRACK PROGRAM?!?!?!? Can she possibly be SERIOUS?!?!?  I stopped babysitting because I reached the realization that I DON’T like kids. Now that Read more

  • Mother Nature and the machine

    Our pool won’t stay blue. The sun won’t come out and stay out. Our pool won’t stay blue and the sun won’t come out and stay out. What a crummy summer (weatherwise). Honestly, the weather has sucked balls. Today was finally a good day after dealing with two weeks of abrupt rain, thunder rumbles, streaks Read more