why people who borrow my notes go slightly crazy

The thing is, hopelessly mingled in with the class work are other things that might not relate.
To the people in my life who make me day dream, to the writers whose lyrics remain in my head, and to the professors who've lost my attention over the last few weeks.

*"I want to change the world, Instead I sleep"( Ingrid Michelson lyrics)

*"I am thankful that I can feel you actively loving me even when I am actively being undeserving" ( A note to God)

*" and yes he is a beautiful man, but he is also a beautiful friend" (India. Arie lyrics)

*" prescription, milk, shampoo" ( reminder)

* " stop, look , listen" ( song title-Boney James)

*" is there a worse fashion statement than white socks on a guy really?" ( unclassified)

*" this blows!" (unclassified)

* " strawberries and cool whip"( rated R)

* "Download Lincoln Brewster" ( reminder)

*" Lunch!!!" ( unclassified)

* " love is not a myth! You are the evidence" (love notes)

*" ain't it funny how you think you got your whole life planned, just to find out it was never in your hands" ( sugababes lyrics)

* "it's not the green shirt or the heels, i just feel tall and glamorous today" ( self adoration)

* " you drive like a maniac and yet somehow I love you-does that make me a maniac?" ( love notes).

*" remember to keep warm, take shelter from the storm, a cold wind will blow through your door" ( Bill Ricchini Lyrics)

*" so what was the point of windows vista again? " ( why Apple kicks Microsoft's butt!)

*"red tail lights fade into the distance and I realize that this life is all together very sad" ( unclassified)

*" I'd like to fall in a big bowl of cheese dip, and swim a few laps while I swallow all the warm cheesiness and forget about the ice on my windshield, and the test tomorrow and this lack of focus" ( unclassified)

aside: yes, I do realize that quoting the sugababes is in itself concerning. shut up Tash.

Reminders of You (A List!)

* Tea. In glossy ceramic cups,on rainy nights when the wind beats loudly against the upstairs window from which I gaze down into a partially flooded parking lot.

* Sade's voice on lazy Sunday afternoons when red koolaid seems fashionable, given the tee stolen from your closet and a pair of jeans I have had, possibly all my life.

*Clean Linen and crisply pressed dress shirts with the tiny ivory buttons I would forget to do if, for some strange reason I was a guy. The kind of guy-i have to add-who wears button down shirts.

*Sierra Mist in a tall glass, all carbonated and sparkly but warm, because somebody neglects to use the refrigerator for no explicable reason.

*Folded towels in obsessively tidy piles, sitting on a white bathroom shelf and citrus flavored Listerine,unopened never used,taking up room on the sink.

*Men in traditional church choirs, complete with the gowns, receding hairlines, round bellies,high cheeks, kind faces and the unbelievable beautiful tenor voices.

*pork chops and well done steak; drowned in a variety of sauces I haven't the time to list; but the aroma of which is invariably memorable.

*good shoes, polished and worn with appropriate outfits.

*Soft sighs-the ones that are supposed to be inaudible except that my heart seemed to hear every little sound yours made.

Spring Break

There is something amazingly magical about spring break! I couldn't say if it is the very welcome sunny feel of Monday morning when I have no responsibilities, or the incredible sillyness that comes in the same neat package as late night cocktails, after double portions of unforgettable Japanese food, week night Karoake and beer pong with underage fresh men drinking water. I know that this bliss?, is fleeting; but it feels better than December when all the streets are lit and my apartment smells like cinnamon. It is better than summer when school is out and those who tan are laid out semi-nude on the very beaches that we who were born tanned use as reading sanctuaries, with an occasional nap thrown in.
That spring break is only a week makes it more special...because for a week we get to feel, at least I feel, like a normal person. With a normal life, and normal friends who don't study more than they breathe ( I love you Dayton ), I get to do normal things like read the paper, and argue about the suckyness or lack thereof, of a kidrock song- the title of which I don't even remember at this point. Also, I get to type this meandering post, complete with all the run ons and made up words everyone kin to someone who talks too much will instantly recognize, and maybe find dear. There are no essays to write, no scrubs to find, no chapters to finish, no proffesors to see and plenty of couch, and pop tarts(suddenly these are making me happy!), and pedicures. Most of all, there is the silence. When all the funny college kids eventually crash and sleep deep, necessary zzzzs, there is a stillness that brings a certain clarity.
And then suddenly I am more sure what mistakes I dont want to make again, which moments I don't ever want to forget, which experiences I should never regret, and despite the temptation to go through life irresponsibly nursing hangovers, I know more concretely how badly I need to reach for the ultimate goal.
Sometimes, all you need is a little time off.

unadulterated mirth!

A few years ago when I was in high school, still a teenager, and generally confused about everything including the fact that I was confused-there was one thing very clear to me. This thing was the fact that I couldn't spell words with i and e. I could not spell friend, or recieve or any of that crap with i and e. And my classmates found it strange, that I wrote perfect essays and lost points for spelling things. Before finals they wrote a list and taught me these words, selflessly as if they didn't have bigger fish to fry. They taught me how to spell friend.
And tonight I am delirously happy. The cup runneth over and spills lines of deliciousness all over the place. Yes, lines of deliciousness!! On nights like this when the lines of deliciousness are all over the place I think about you. The friends who taught me how to spell F.R.I.E.N.D. I still struggle with the rest of the ie words, but today I can still spell friend.
no, the heart doesn't forget.