Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Stating the Obvious.

Making hot cocoa without milk:

It's just chocolately water.

Major win.

Today, I get to write a paper

for a linguistics class

about Boy Meets World.

This is why I love my major.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

I'm Not Sour.

My name is Mary Lennox,
and I really am contrary.

So don't even ask me how my garden grows.

But somehow it does.
Silver bells
Cockle shells
Pretty maids lined up in some sort of row.

But that's not a real garden.

It's just a little rhyme that people sing about me.

If we're talking real gardens,
I guess I'll let you in on my secret.

I took a bit of earth.

I stole a garden.

It seemed dead to me.

But the longer I was there,
the more I realized it was wick.

Wick means alive.

Overgrown, yes.

But I'm clearing out what's dead,
the scritch-scratch that's been there forever.

And I'm making a space.

I want so much for something to grow.

Sunday, October 14, 2012


I received an anonymous note today,
which I really appreciated.

But it also made me uneasy.

I brandished it about my apartment, exclaiming,

And it made me think,

why be anonymous?

I mean,
it probably makes the compliment less awkward
for the person to give.

But I really like awkward compliments,
when you just know you have to give them,
so you dive in headfirst
and don't look back.
And then you're proud of yourself.

But that's just who I am.

was kind of the subject of the note.

"Thanks for being an example of doing what you like no matter what
and trying to make others happy by doing it."

anonymous note writer,
for reminding me that the quirky parts of myself
are the good parts.

But if you want to let me know who you are,
that'd be okay, too.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A blessing on your head.

My educational career has been one big lucky break.

No really.

Just now,
as I was thinking I would never be able to finish 
my presentation due tomorrow,
I found out that my professor is sick

What about Greek 102 when the only times I didn't do my homework
were the only times that Dr. Bay decided 
not to check our homework?

And what about when I should have failed that class 
and I got an A?

How about getting in the 85th percentile on a practice LSAT
without ever studying?

Seriously, so blessed.

I can't not believe that God is watching out for me.