As many of you know, my real name is Kalila. Yesterday my aunt and uncle had a baby and the baby’s name is Jalelah, which sounds EXACTLY like my name but with a J instead of a K. THIS IS NOT A DRILL AN OFF BRAND ME HAS ENTERED THE WORLD.
Stress/anxiety is weird because no matter what you’re actually anxious about, you start feeling weird about all sorts of things, all the time and so then you get all emotionally volatile. “Oh, I’m going to start crying because I just remembered that even though Jimmy Carter tried SO hard, he couldn’t fix the Israel/Palestine crisis.” “Oh, I’m going to start crying because I just saw the most beautiful dog.” “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m going to start crying because I just remembered how touching the end of Mulan is.”
Also, if you don’t read it literally a lot of medieval science literature comes across like a new age-y inspirational message printed across a picture of some pine trees: “The last digestion—which is best and most perfect, takes place in the heart.”
This is a post about my deodorant
I love writing stories, in case you didn’t know. I love reading stories. I love helping each other out and making stories better.
But I HATE getting/giving feedback on stories in places where people who haven’t read the story can hear you. THERE IS NO WAY TO NOT SOUND PRETENTIOUS. You have to say things like, “I’m not sure we deserve this ending” or “The stakes need to be higher” or “Can we talk about the voice?” You have to reference “this part where you quote the Yeats poem/they’re drinking on the couch/their marriage is falling apart…” I always want to turn to people and go, “IT’S SO GOOD IN CONTEXT, OKAY?”
That one kid in my one class looks like a lovely person. He looks like the kind of person who would go hang out in the woods for a while, but not in a Thoreau way, in an artsy coffee commercial way where he smiles a lot and drinks out of a speckled mug. That one kid in my one class looks like the kind of person who would be on a blog called “Cuties Holding Cats.” Someday I’m going to bring a cat to class. “Hold this,” I’ll say, and I’ll take a picture. “Who are you?” he’ll probably say.
Okay so I know I’ve been posting maybe too many pictures of my face lately, but I got my nose pierced this weekend and I am SO EXCITED AHH have been talking about it non-stop and generally boring everyone.
The piercer was playing Beyonce the whole time. When the actual nose piercing happened, “Drunk In Love” was on and my eyes started watering from the needle. “Oh no, I’m crying!” I said. “I know, I love this Beyonce song too,” he said.
1. Sometimes the idea of college seems so weird to me, like this commune of fake adults. Like, your parents aren’t supervising your meals or telling you to go to bed but also half your meals are grilled cheese and you keep forgetting to sleep.
2. I took the "What Joss Whedon Heroine Are You?" quiz on Buzzfeed, the guru of absolute knowledge, and very unexpectedly got Buffy. Now having an identity crisis similar to when I got Gryffindor on Pottermore. I need to step up and be the badass these personality quizzes seem sure that I am.
3. The other night I got THE LONGEST text from a Chicago number about what this guy thought the problems in “our” relationship were and what he and “I” (actually someone named Nina) needed to do to fix it. Apparently Nina is too materialistic. She only pays attention to his bad qualities. She complained about getting internet and now doesn’t appreciate it, and she asks to borrow the car and then just sits at home. I felt really weird for the guy, so I didn’t answer for a long time. Finally I was all, “Sorry, I think you have the wrong number… Hope everything works out with you and Nina!” “My bad,” he wrote back.
Kaylee and Barb hide out from the cold together. They watch TV. Barb has seen this season already, but is very considerate about keeping quiet on spoilers. Later they will go to sleep. Maybe Kaylee will talk to Barb after they turn the lights off and Barb will listen. Barb is not at all judgmental, and if Kaylee says something that, in the morning, she wants to pretend she never said, Barb will never bring it up again.