Alone in my room

Posted on | January 9, 2008 | 2 Comments

Some observations before I fall asleep. Because I’ve gone all insominiac on the east coast, and it sucks.

• Conversation is one of the finest gifts that a person can share. I just had an amazing conversation with one of my residency girls, and I think I made a good friend for a long time. When I look at her, I see someone I strive to be: brilliant, unburdened, free, full of light. These people are fucking amazing, and this program is unique. Although I’ve made a lot of friends throughout the week, I will fondly remember one woman I got closer to – who offered me cheesey puffs that looked like shrimp and made my face hurt from laughing so hard.
• When you aren’t drunk – drunk people are kind of annoying.
• Some authors, especially if they have fantabulous hair, are quite full of themselves.
• Even straight men flirt with men of power.
• There’s not enough time in the day to dedicate it to all the things I think I need to do.
• My mentor is a human being, who laughs, says “fuck” and is just as flawed as I am. My first meeting with her last june made me feel uneasy. Here was a published author with confidence and class, and I was a bumbling student who didn’t know her ass from an apostrophe. Now I feel like I can conversate with her without feeling like such a nerdburger.
• Everyone likes “nerdburger.”
• I’m sick of cheese sandwiches.
• Sunshine is good for the soul.
• Honesty and tension are both important in literature and in real life. We learned about it in my literature class.
• I have this neat project to do with note cards when I get home. I may have to steal movies from people to do this exercise. But when I finish, or at least finish with the art I have, I will never have writer’s block.
• The students at Seton Hill are not only nice, they are fucking amazing writers.
• What isn’t said is sometimes more important than what is said.
• If I don’t call, write, or phone it will be because I’m working.
• Tomorrow is our last day of residency, and I am officially sad.
• The black bean soup at Panera needs sour cream
• everything needs sour cream
• I’m tired. Nite nite.

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