Haiku – Promiscuity

Darling this city

Doesn’t do that kind of love

We do each other


Scraps – No mom, I’m not ACTUALLY failing school.

College students. We lose sleep over the hundreds of homework assignments, tests and papers we complain over. However, we get them done… Don’t we?

Don’t take us seriously when we say we’re lazy, nap-abusing failures. Yes, I JUST started writing that paper due on Tuesday. Maybe I had a billion other things to do beforehand. I’m still going to Ace it. 

Here’s to the 18-22 year olds all over the world complaining about two hours of sleep and stress eating the night away… Because those are the hard workers with the 4.0’s.  

So don’t worry about me. Don’t worry about any of us. We just need a shot of tequila and we’re right back in the game. 

Journal Entry #22

~An Entire Bag of Potato Chips~

There is only a hand full of activities I would like more than to spend every moment of my twenty-four hour day writing… writing blog posts, snippets, poems, and even those little notes I like to scribble myself before bed. 

However… when the writing task is mutilated into that of an essay or a case study, as I am hopelessly procrastinating from at this time, the intrinsic motivation has flown from my body and migrated south for the semester.

As I spend time writing this post, I ignore the fact that this paper is due on Tuesday… three days from this exact point in time, minus eight hours. I ignore the test I have scheduled for this Monday, you know, the one based on all those readings I neglected? I ignore the millions of letters, which make up the thousands of words I will have to skim – not read – that create hundreds of sentences inside tens of books I have barely dusted off from the bookstore.

What day is it? The nineteenth?! Has it really been three weeks?

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Quirky Quotes #12

“It is well that the earth is round that we do not see too far ahead.”- Meryl Streep

I think of these words when I am planning my future. The truth is, I want security without eliminating the element of surprise. Reading off a script for the next 60 or 70 years would be convenient, but where is the fun in that?

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Hijacked Lit #1

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye

– Margaret Atwood

One of my favorites, I can not express how much I love this poem. The strongest shift of emotions I have ever experienced in a measly sixteen words.

However, I now feel extremely uncomfortable around fishing equipment.

Snippet #4

Twelve Years Later

We live in a small, four-sided stone home with a couch, three bedrooms, and a kitchen that’s never been touched. Food is not something commoners like us waste our time with, but as huntsmen we take pride in killing it. Our doll-sized castle, as dad calls it, is a cookie-cutter replica of every other stone-built home in Huntsman Square. Nevertheless, I shouldn’t be complaining. Our cottage is one of five with the addition of a third bedroom and a kitchen. This luxury is purely because of dad’s rank as an Alpha hunter, but they don’t pay us anymore than a Beta or a Gamma, so who cares?

I peak out the window of my bedroom to gaze at miles of clover-green flat land and a few dusty mountains in the distance. It could have been a beautiful picture, in another world.

Regardless of its isolation, I’m fond of our little corner of the compound. The South Gate is our backyard. It uncovers the woods where we hunt, and allows us the luxury of crisp, clean air. Still, I wonder if that’s such a good thing. It’s mind numbing to be away from it all.

I let out a sigh that fogs the glass. I mop the white circle with my elbow and fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I only visited the inner city once, and that was a long time ago. It was filled with mammoth sized buildings and streets made of metal. There were highways that traveled over your head and shook the ground under your feet. It was much different from our little hunting village on the border, but this is where we must live. Those who are rich enough live in the center of Abdo, while the rest of us, the majority of us, live in the surrounding communities.


I lose my train of thought.

I hope this snippet is as good as the others, because I received a surprising amount of positive feedback from the first three. Let me know if I’ve fallen short, or if I hit the nail on the head. Both negative and positive feedback appreciated!