And this from the girl who refused to cry for most of high school?

Just watching a preview for Cinderella Man makes me bawl. Who am I anyway?
Oh how I love that movie.

In related news, why does life not have a soundtrack?

I Keep Writing Terrible Poetry About This

Maybe it is something to be assessed in prose:
Life is moving very fast. I still think I am about 11. I am not.
Things that happened two years ago feel too recent. Things that happened yesterday I have already forgotten.

In other news*:
I am learning that to defeat one all-encompassing inner demon is to clear the way to see the rest of the inner demons you hadn't noticed before.

It's summer again. I love weather. I miss home. I'm craving a reality that is not, and coping with that the best I can.

It is nice to know: I am not as agile at making quick friends as I was, but I can still make them slowly, little at a time. The process is enjoyable.

A Note To Self: If I keep listening to Over The Rhine's "Little Did I Know" while driving home on hot moonlit nights I will eventually burst into melancholic romanticky tears and swerve into oncoming traffic and die. Or just get pulled over. And I can't cry my way out of a ticket. I'm not that kind of girl.
But YOU listen to it and tell me you wouldn't be absolutely drowned in languorous heartache listening to this while driving summer nights!
Listen here.



*not really news

half-way

this week, by way of celebration (or defiance?), as I am now half-way through my Master's program, I have
driven six hours in blinding rain
bought four books that i don't need
borrowed four books
read three
and sat on a couch doing nothing nothing NOTHING with Moselle;
also, I plan on
driving oh say twenty more hours, round trip
reading the other five books
and not not NOT thinking about anything productive.

bliss.
(three and a half months. I like -versaries.)