tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75987460211919767262024-03-13T00:42:43.582-07:00PrepubescentNothing over 12.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-74076902173333752372009-08-29T23:34:00.000-07:002012-01-09T22:50:30.837-08:00Saturday1. Wake up to Art's voice in the kitchen. Lock your door.<br />2. Eavesdrop between chapters.<br />3. Wish Luke Sullivan would address your concerns now instead of promising to touch on them in later chapters.<br />4. Apologize to Luke Sullivan in later chapters.<br />5. Run around the shoe store, laugh with the sales lady. Wish all your relationships were based on commission.<br />6. Second grade teacher has a different face. Duck lips want to know if you're still writing.<br />7. New shoes do not make you faster. But your feet feel nice, so OK.<br />8. Post-op Molly collapses in the hallway. Three steps. Rest. Three steps. Rest.<br />9. Glue the paper to the box. Aunt says "You're so patient." Sounds like "Damn, you're a badass."<br />10. Analyze your face in the magnified mirror. And never do it again.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-79988846452527385732009-08-28T22:04:00.000-07:002012-01-09T22:55:25.667-08:00Friday1. Man at the post office takes your package in his good hand, asks if you're from New York. Tell the truth.<br />2. Resist beating the shit out of the cardboard cut-out at the gym. Wonder how everyone else has done the same.<br />3. Marketing director says "Can you be here by 1?" Answer's no, but you are.<br />4. Broad shoulders hunker down and scold you for not taking notes. Weak handshake is your second strike.<br />5. Learn, I guess.<br />6. Books arrive. Love everyone and everything, until the chapter ends.<br />7. Mom says "We'll talk later." Don't.<br />8. A bump beneath the blanket. The cat fights your feet.<br />9. Learn what mota means and tell him No. Not really.<br />10. Stay alone, but not forever.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-24305933484855544412009-08-27T23:33:00.000-07:002012-01-09T22:58:19.603-08:00Thursday1. Wake up at noon.<br />2. Eat a smoothie because you're sick of drinking them. Big bowls of frosty strawberry soup.<br />3. Ask Bryce to use his printer. Double click, six resumes.<br />4. Banish one page to the mailbox. Overnight. I'm sorry.<br />5. Two point two miles on the treadmill before your stomach revolts. Paint the trashcan pink. Front desk guy says Get some rest.<br />6. Watch Discovery Health instead.<br />7. Write stupid, "what up" style e-mails to industry professionals on the off-chance someone thinks you're funny.<br />8. Stuff peppers with Mom. Wonder how long we've had this basil.<br />9. Lie very still in the grass, in the dark. See everything that's not there.<br />10. Mom says "We're watching Sunshine Cleaning."<br />11. Watch Sunshine Cleaning.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-15086209711952526842009-02-06T10:52:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:32:25.385-07:00Thursday1. Deny the hangover long enough to finish breakfast.<br />2. Tublitz pulls the brain from the bucket. Imagine it's your mother's and the room spins.<br />3. Wish the burn on your finger looked more like a burn on your finger.<br />4. Laugh at Evan laughing at Hollie laughing at Jessica laughing at norepinephrine.<br />5. Watch ants die on YouTube. Remember Rome with its shiny black insects and lunchtime massacres.<br />6. Try to embrace lightning yellow and fail. A highlighter broke in this batch.<br />7. Wonder if Neil is Bulgarian.<br />8. Do not even attempt to cut through the tire.<br />9. In and out of consciousness on Michael's floor. You want to eat cups.<br />10. Rationalize irrationality and sleep through the night.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-30142366448207743172009-02-02T02:35:00.001-08:002009-08-28T22:32:45.612-07:001. You're not doing so well.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-89283202668462805662009-01-28T00:48:00.000-08:002012-01-09T23:00:40.054-08:00Tuesday1. Wake up in Las Vegas on a Friday. Ten full minutes before you realize.<br />2. Tattoo after tattoo. Wonder if birds understand our obsession.<br />3. From confidence to incompetence in 2 hours flat. You shouldn't hate this.<br />4. Watch your little circle blossom into a beautiful, bouncing, animated red ball. Resist the urge to print wallet sizes.<br />5. Failed fart noises. You will never be an 8-year-old boy.<br />6. The word "queef" kills the laughter. Bury bad jokes beneath more bad jokes.<br />7. Prod the dead roommate.<br />8. Consider never eating anything but bagels ever again.<br />9. Wish you loved everything less.<br />10. Wish you loved everything more.<br />11. Continue loving everything the same.<br />12. Dream of a Mexico where everyone speaks Russian.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-91774882992188343142009-01-14T15:57:00.001-08:002009-08-28T22:34:34.488-07:00Wednesday 2 months later1. Cracker dust in your bed. Sleep's good, but gritty.<br />2. Suck cold air through your teeth. Coax breakfast back down.<br />3. Soak your sweatshirt on wet turf. Swear to God you hear the sky move.<br />4. Try to love the word "supine." Think of taxis, illness, boiled air fresheners.<br />5. Continue to hate the word "supine."<br />6. Curl swollen hands into half-fists. Be the girl who stares at her hands.<br />7. Mount the mirrors. Measure perfectly with your eyes and feel like a fucking badass.<br />8. Look up every other word on the back of Spanish hot chocolate. Heat milk with a "recipient of fire."<br />9. Refuse to drop the cuttlefish subject. Forcefeed roommates YouTube videos.<br />10. Doodle the fuck out of your arm.<br />11. Use the word fuck twice.<br />12. Thrice.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-53744087900750489342008-11-21T09:01:00.001-08:002009-08-28T22:34:48.972-07:00Wednesday1. You're just not that into Wednesdays.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-41176495964734911612008-11-20T00:03:00.000-08:002012-01-09T23:03:11.645-08:00Tuesday1. It's too goddamn early to be untangling leaves.<br />2. Tell Steve Asbury your name is Darcie. And you are an ad major. Aand... Smile awkwardly at your hands. THE END, STEVE ASBURY. THE END.<br />3. Promise to think about monsters. Worry about Russian instead.<br />4. Vomit large, incoherent chunks of cyrillic all over Condon 121. Manage to offend <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span>.<br />5. Sleepy eyes, a sore back. Every set in slow motion. We're glued to the clock.<br />6. Forget to involve your bike in the "locking your bike to the bike rack" process. Consider actually sleeping someday.<br />7. Yell at Evan. Every class is full, your minor is pointless, all classes are pointless, your life is pointless, you hate everyone, everyone is pointless - Hang up. Breathe. Apologize.<br />8. Wash and dry your keys. Rub said keys against face. Burn a little.<br />9. Think about all the monsters you haven't been thinking about. Decide "in poor taste" is the only way.<br />10. Self-conscious elbows in your face, your hair, your... elbow.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-70737006796443023372008-11-18T21:03:00.000-08:002008-11-18T21:27:25.612-08:00Monday1. A soggy breakfast bribe.<br />2. Three planks of plywood and an extra set of hands.<br />3. The leaves fold in on themselves, hide the writing, their purpose.<br />4. Bodies sprawl over lawns, on benches, in bushes. November forgets.<br />5. Scribbled holes in my homework. Another "да" and half-hearted "конечно."<br />6. Same girl laughs in the library. Tells childhood stories to a boy who is not Sterling.<br />7. Fracchia keeps smiling at the wall. Keeps talking to books, his desk, my backpack... I make faces in the window.<br />8. November 17, 2008 at 4:26 p.m. Clark Honors College finally achieves maximum pretentiousness. HumBEHR, Neckbeard? Hum<span style="font-style: italic;">BEHR</span>?<br />9. The Great God Wide Hip leaves KFC forever, asks if anyone wants to see his rock.<br />10. Replace Dana with yogurt and an issue of Glamour. Productivity stays low.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-84362725057254571322008-11-17T18:15:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:37:05.698-07:00Sunday1. Slow movements into morning. Brain fails to register anything but bladder.<br />2. A sweater, a book, expensive tea. Winter is pretentious.<br />3. Defile <span style="font-style: italic;">Star Watch</span>. Lay the living room with famous faces and price-cut produce.<br />4. Moss promises on plywood. A furry forty thousand.<br />5. "Glue sticks" is not the proper name for "glue for hot glue guns." Aisle 3 disappoints.<br />6. Too much goddamn chocolate.<br />7. A knock on the door and a boy in my bed.<br />8. Plot summaries between commercials. Jesus, Terri Hatcher. Even when you keep up, you can't keep up.<br />9. Evan's pages flip faster.<br />10. Sleep comes easy.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-41280627628844894292008-11-16T11:50:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:38:23.986-07:00Saturday1. Spasmodic kicks into the waking world. This blanket just won't lay right.<br />2. Downstairs, the futon is cold but comfortable. Breath slows, eyes close, and you're gone.<br />3. Voices drop suddenly in the doorway. Guilt creeps in, prods you into consciousness.<br />4. And back in your room, back in your bed, back of his head, his neck, his cheeks and chest, you torture the innocent. Shove him straight into Saturday.<br />5. Sticky bits of cinnamon stray beneath your nails and Goddamnit. You hate having hands.<br />6. Moss peels easily from the trees. Releases swarms of tiny insects that flee to your elbow for safety.<br />7. Just outside the fitting room, the little girls throw their shoulders back, stand too tall, wear clothes meant for women. Their 6th grade secrets hang loose from gangly limbs.<br />8. Strangers sway and scream, give in to nervous laughter when the washboard lights on fire.<br />9. All spikes and skin, the jacket hangs heavy. But the pressure feels warm, right, safe.<br />10. Everything muffled and ringing.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-58514375672719268132008-11-16T01:01:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:39:13.826-07:00Friday1. Up at 7, down at 8... 9, 10, 11, quarter til 12...<br />2. Hair and teeth unbrushed, mascara streaks beneath your eyes -- You're either tired or <span>edgy. </span><br />3. Lingual epiphany. Russian sounds like Russian.<br />4. A pretty window made of crayon. CRAY-on.<br />5. Skin peels off like sheets in the shower and Oh. Leprosy.<br />6. Staples and string. Autumn fits perfectly in two paper bags. One has handles.<br />7. Thousands of third graders gain access to fog machines. Privileges abused, misused, revoked before we make it home.<br />8. Regret, pumpkin ice cream, regret.<br />9. Marco has morals.<br />10. Sleep isn't, really.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-9132855010360532962008-11-14T14:26:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:40:03.573-07:00Thursday1. Nothing gets done, really.<br />2. Humbert Humbert feels too real. Overthink Nabokov's sexual perversions.<br />3. Backs arch over big, blue balls. Let's talk about your own perversions.<br />4. Bored palates call for quiche.<br />5. Hands where they shouldn't be, everyone tucking the tag.<br />6. Enter Shane, apartment left.<br />7. Jenga blocks down my pants. A tower on my butt.<br />8. Parties you don't go to, beer pong you can't play. Tell the boy with the black eye you're in high school.<br />9. Past meets present. Even slips it some tongue.<br />10. Race home laughing, nervous, laughing. You can still drive stick.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-17445693590841129102008-11-14T14:20:00.000-08:002008-11-14T14:25:38.853-08:00Wednesday1. Nothing hurts.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-41361526373886371962008-11-12T21:27:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:40:37.928-07:00Tuesday1. High-five on 13th and "WHOA, I thought you were someone else!"<br />2. And you are, sort of.<br />3. Scotch tape rolled into quick little tubes. Finger to finger to lips. Everything ends at my mouth.<br />4. Triple sets. Blonde with the braids strains to keep from straining. Her face stays pretty.<br />5. Doctor blinks rapidly, steals my blood.<br />6. An aversion to keys or early onset Alzheimers. Hey Grandma.<br />7. Fifty dollars per circle. Confirm suspicions that geometry still sucks.<br />8. Silver Sharpie on semi-dry leaves. Something between catharsis and solvent abuse.<br />9. Did you go home last night?<br />10. Seriously though. See #6. Shit.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-87682968878606986202008-11-10T10:51:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:41:21.936-07:00Monday1. Up at 8 for a run that sleeps til Tuesday.<br />2. Pita chips and chai for breakfast just because you can.<br />3. Pictures so pretty they fail to inspire. Page after page of They Did it First.<br />4. Man with the dog thinks he's doing you a favor. You have to turn here.<br />5. An electronic ego boost.<br />6. What used to be a mug. You leave the shards on the roof.<br />7. Dinner minus Dan.<br />8. Conversation slips around you. You make lists, think about how awesome this pen is.<br />9. Posterized prunes.<br />10. You are uncomfortable being seen again.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-79857688420413822892008-11-09T13:29:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:42:02.165-07:00Sunday1. Wake up raspy. Hands grope the sheets for wayward tissue.<br />2. Too much blood.<br />3. Bulgakov can't keep his grip. You drift off between chapters.<br />4. A mom visits. Bottles migrate to my hamper.<br />5. Worksheet after worksheet. Olya's children beg Daddy not to beat her and this is why you're taking Russian.<br />6. An electric screwdriver shows up, drags Evan along.<br />7. Comic Book Guy demands a full recovery.<br />8. Katy fills your cup, leaves the house smelling like Christmas.<br />9. Realize we live in an apartment. Dream of $40 candles.<br />10. TV takes its clothes off.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-74201256121549638322008-11-09T12:45:00.000-08:002009-08-28T22:43:58.744-07:00Saturday1. Mikhail Alexandrovich slips beneath the streetcar before the eggs are done. Your fork marks the page.<br />2. Outside is warmer than it looks. You sweat beneath your layers.<br />3. Stevo doesn't see you. Slower now, still silent, invisible, smiling. Stevo doesn't see you.<br />4. Tug your bike from underneath the SUV, pound the window with an open fist until you start to cry.<br />5. Driver freezes, stares at his hands on the steering wheel. You feel dumber than you should.<br />6. Wheels click the whole walk home.<br />7. Wash your face, apply too much makeup.<br />8. Costco list lengthens between aisles.<br />9. Snap peas are <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>snowpeas. A three-pound resealable bag of disappointment.<br />10. A second go at Pan's Labyrinth. More prepared this time, you pee while the Captain beats that guy's face in.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-91416419070702868512008-11-09T10:20:00.000-08:002008-11-09T12:44:57.974-08:00Friday1. Not enough breakfast.<br />2. Sharp tongues split the air.<br />3. Two make the meeting and -<br />4. Suddenly I am all too aware of my insides.<br />5. Pedal fast, collapse on the carpet.<br />6. I want to die.<br />7. I want to die.<br />8. I want to die.<br />9. Evan's hand on my head, my back, the doorknob. He leaves to let me rest.<br />10. No rest.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-5030613851482043982008-11-07T15:30:00.000-08:002008-11-07T16:15:50.071-08:00Thursday1. Chicken stir fry sees its second month. I choose to forgo breakfast.<br />2. Emily says it better. Decide to hate her for it.<br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span>A toilet filled with shit and blood. I change stalls.<br />4. The circle's missing Meaghan. Sit-ups are silent.<br />5. Downstairs door slam, a running hug.<br />6. Matted brown fur and a fading bandanna. We toss future frisbees.<br />7. Sleep through seven.<br />8. A map of the next two years.<br />9. Unconsciously ingest entire circus. Acrobats allow no sleep.<br />10. Something brilliant I forgot to write down.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-80777799294723821002008-11-06T13:02:00.000-08:002008-11-07T16:16:29.234-08:00Wednesday1. Wake up wondering when Obama went to bed last night.<br />2. Skip Russian. Attempt to eat eggs using only one prong of the fork.<br />3. Deny raincoat. Deny raincoat. I'M NOT WEARING THE FUCKING RAINCOAT.<br />4. Accept defeat. Walk home waterproof.<br />5. Amble through <span style="font-style: italic;">Hadji Murad</span>. Feel the discord too strongly, paint a picture of a prune.<br />6. Subtitles I can't see. Words I know, but strain to understand. I'd rather sleep.<br />7. A wall of rocks. A giant wall of rocks.<br />8. A sprint to the finish. Eat shit, yellow volunteer shirt.<br />9. Big gulps of water to wash down the ache.<br />10. Tyra sends the wrong girl home.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-56812321882140966912008-11-05T19:36:00.000-08:002008-11-07T16:16:52.128-08:00Tuesday1. Realize "sleep" is actually the 6 to 8 hours I spend each night tying strands of hair into impossibly small knots.<br />2. Sock with a Hole snags a zipper. Sock with Two Holes is born.<br />3. Creative brief forgets its own name; focuses solely on brevity.<br />4. Pee hinders learning.<br />5. Callouses form and deform. My palms are sweaty.<br />6. Lights out at 4. I stop noticing how pretty the leaves are.<br />7. These jokes are rehearsed.<br />8. Demagnetized corner of the TV shows blue states red. Katy and I panic.<br />9. A pre-celebratory celebration.<br />10. Talk about history, about future, about our would-be children and how creepy it is that the answer to "What were you doing when ____?" will always be "Talking about you."<br /><br />I wish epic weren't so epic. Sometimes I start reliving moments worth reliving as soon as they happen, so I just end up reliving my premature reliving, which wasn't actually that awesome to begin with. It's like Back to the Future, but shittier because I don't have an '82 DeLorean.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-44975703071171760052008-11-03T23:21:00.000-08:002008-11-06T13:39:24.475-08:00Monday1. Went to the gym. Went to the gym or slept an extra two hours - Choose Your Own Non-Adventure.<br />2. Realize a lack of brakes two seconds too late. No one dies.<br />3. Dribble scalding tea down chin and shirt. Whimper in a puddle of brown spit.<br />4. Nap on Russian Literature notes. Pray for graphite osmosis.<br />5. Consider deleting iTunes after realizing the Decembrist Revolt was led by Decembrists, not the Decemberists.<br />6. Keep hood on indoors. Practice shifty eye.<br />7. Wade the river that used to be 18th St.<br />8. Rediscover cheese and vomit. Lament the fact that the two are not mutually exclusive.<br />9. Fail miserably at black nail polish removal. Embrace streaky gray nails.<br />10. Develop completely rational fear of impending love tri... Heptagon.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598746021191976726.post-30309936037243603402008-11-02T22:13:00.000-08:002008-11-02T23:15:04.623-08:00Sunday1. Shove the screen aside and perch.<br />2. Pretend to be observant, but see nothing, really. My ass is cold.<br />3. Pace for the sake of pacing.<br />4. Black ink slips my mind for the fifth week in a row. Resume prints <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">pink<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">.</span></span><br />5. End the better part of an hour with jeans and a tshirt. Convince myself the scarf adds class.<br />6. Smile when I speak. Smile when I don't speak. Laugh. Shake hands. Smile when I speak.<br />7. Tires lose their grip just north of a leaf pile. Legs pedal as paper-mâché.<br />8. Nap is warm, dry, and quickly ruined.<br />10. Welcomely ruined.<br />9. Sparknotes read aloud, bedtime stories in brief, and I'm back asleep.Darciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16338295899363104062noreply@blogger.com0