the end, part one

it's over, or just begun
this is the end, part one

-violet archers


this week has been a landmark week for several reasons. for one thing, i turned the most coveted age in the history of humanity, 21 - where i can now get my drink on any time i want, be it lunch, dinner, elevensies, or a boring lecture. while this sentiment brings a smile to my face, it also makes me think - after this birthday, there's precious little in the hallmark section that will celebrate things pertinent to my life. that is, after the big VENTE y UNO, and graduation, there's really nothing else guaranteed to celebrate. every birthday from now on will be surrounded by snide remarks about how wizened and decrepit i'm getting, and gag jokes of prune juice and depends.

it has also been the last first week of classes for my time as an undergraduate. that's a little bittersweet slash bizarre, since i still feel like a freshman some days. the days when i wake up and think, "hmm, maybe i'll hit up the dining hall before i head to my english 111 class, and then hang out in the dorms." but there are others where it hits me that the centrifugal force of my life pushes me forward, not backward, and also: time travel is impossible.

i get to write minimalistic poetry in my poetry workshop. which is kind of just writing random words in a special order, or just not using spell check. my professor thinks that anything from the minimalistic pen of aran saroyan is brilliant, but i have my qualms.

example:


Shakespeare!













nnausea





figures.

quote of the day: "it must be all that global warming"