it doesn’t build
over time
or even occur in the middle
of your life.
it doesn’t sneak up
from behind, but rather hits you
square in the face in the most
unexpected circumstances—
for instance, in the bathroom.
the co-ed, third-floor bathroom
of a university’s science building.
the kind of bathroom that’s always
conveniently empty of both people
and strewn tissues. you always go there before
class it’s routine, you don’t think
much about it until one day
when you’re staring
out the window before a quiz
taking in the constant trees
it hits you
and you wonder why you’re even in college.
you crave the reassuring mountains
so far from home
only two years down the road
you’ve forgotten a lot.
you might miss your quiz
you just want to go home
you can’t pull away from the window.

he owned a lot of dogs
knew a lot of breeds
spent a lot of time
feeding. grooming. building
doghouses
for hours in the snow.
today nailing together
wood scraps
tomorrow
stapling insulation
attempting to fill in
the holes.
they were not his dogs
they were really his dad’s
(he said his dad doesn’t know when to stop.)
during the day
i wait
like a faithful hound
until he comes home
ready to lick his face joyous.
but he just wants
to get away from dogs.

Last night I had a very strange dream.
It was at our house and it was ether my birthday, or my sister’s birthday, or some party in general. Like sixteen or twenty or something girls were there all dressed up in nice little dresses. I was wearing this dress too that was strapless and it was halfway through the party when I realized in horror that I forgot to shave my left armpit. I had shaved my right one fine, but my left one I must have forgotten to shave. And it was really long and black!! I was so embarrassed!! So I had one thought—got to get my razor! Even if I had to dry-shave! So I didn’t want anyone noticing me, ‘cause my left armpit was pretty gnarly, so I tried sneaking away into my room but I couldn’t get away!! I was starting to get anxious throughout the party and all I could think about was the riddance of my tangle of underarm hair! The picture of my pink razor kept popping up in my mind; it’s on my dresser, I kept going over it as if to make it simpler and more in reach, it’s probably on the right or left side, it’s pink, it’s on my dresser. Getting desperate, I finally waited until everyone was asleep. And I go in my room to find my pink razor and as I step in I realize everyone is asleep in sleeping bags on the floor!! And I had already stepped on like three people!! And then, like dreams often do, I got swept away into something entirely different. I got transported to the future, and everything was different. I ask this guy the means of transportation in this new day and age, I ask if cars were still around or what ‘cause I needed to get to my razor!! Thankfully there were still cars so I started driving fast down so I could shave ASAP. And I’m on the freeway and suddenly the freeway system is all loopy and complex!! And before I know it I’m entirely lost and it looks like I would never shave my armpit hair ever again!!

Weird dream. Maybe it had something to do with shaving my armpit/leg hair last night? Crazy, man. Upon waking up this morning, I quickly checked to see if my armpit hair had grown back yet. Hwew. It hadn’t.

Date:	2006-03-13 15:47
Subject:	Okay... is it a mouse, a frog, or a turtle? So much to choose from...
Security:	Public
Mood:	giggly

So you know how some people look like animals?
Like ever since I was little I think people ether look like rats/mice, frogs, or turtles. It's a fact of my life. It's rare you see a snake out there. Cats are pretty easy to find, though.
Anyway, the other day at school Aspasia brought up another exciting idea (she usually brings up interesting conversations). She was talking about what animals we look like. “Anne, you're definitely a cat," she said.
"What?" Anne said.
"Oh yeah," Celeste and me agreed. "Because you have those eyes and mouth like a cat."
"And you're also quite proud, no offense," explained Aspasia, "And you're really fair and delicate like a graceful cat appears to be. So yeah, you're totally a cat."
"What about Celeste?" I asked.
"Oh Celeste? She's a dog of course." Aspasia said it as if she had given it tons of thought already. "Because she's so friendly and lovable and a really loyal friend. Plus she's really hyper."
We laughed.
"Yeah," Celeste agreed, chuckling. "That's totally true especially since when I first meet people I go straight for their crotch."

I thought I’d die of laughter.

It's true; I do have a bit of a problem. Any sort of chance to write is like a challenge sniggering at me--I have to take it up before it starts cackling madly. This includes writing back to emails I shouldn't bother to write back to and rambling on for pages and pages to friends. I find myself going over detail a bit; "And then we went outside for a breath of air, but then we went back inside, but then it was too loud so we went back outside..." when all I'm trying to say is that I had a fun time at the party besides the fact that the music was kinda obnoxious. So yes, perhaps I have a bit of a problem, and deffinately an obsession, but when I got a live journal I told myself I wouldn't write in it. Maybe I'd make it pretty. And post pictures since I'm so obsessed with creating them. I told myself that I wouldn't actually WRITE any blogs--I tried doing that on xanga and it just didn't work out. I don't really feel like I could find an audience who would really enjoy my ramblings or get much out of my blabberings or check my chattersome blogs just for fun rather than due to extravagant boredom. All the same; I take up every chance to write and, after all, I have to have at least ONE little entry on this thing. :P I joined live journal to read my friend's entries, hopefully this isn't one of those things you get addicted to like myspace, photoshop or chocolate cheese. Hmm. So far it seems pretty cool!