April 6, 2011

  • Bullseye

     

    So, life is ridiculous. I keep wanting to write--I have so much to say--but school is insane and I have no time and I swear I've written at least forty-seven papers in the last two weeks and also turned 22 and did my first poetry reading ever (which I know at some point I will explain in detail, because the whole thing was kind of a mind bomb) and went to our year-end formal and bought a new dress and grown-up perfume and got into the Master's program at the school that's been my first choice all along which means that I know where I'll be in the fall which is amazing. And I would like to say many many things about all of this but first I have to write a research paper and also maybe sleep. 

    For now, I will leave you with one of the bigger mysteries of my life, which is that I got a birthday card in the mail from my grandma and it said this: #22 is like a rifle. If you don't know about it, ask an older person.

     

    Precisely.

    h.