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Hi.
My name is Kate.
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wThursday, August 22, 2002 |
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My room is chaos, a giant intermingling of not yet placed furniture, clothes, school supplies, books, and (gasp) hair and beauty products all in complete disarray. The most important part, though, is that this room is my room alone, and this is all my stuff that I don't even know what to do with because I've had to cram it all into half this space in the past.
The people are good so far - friends I didn't keep up with through the summer, interesting strangers, my steadfast girlfriends, etc... Old hurts have been forgiven. We've all moved on and grown up slightly. And some of us are feeling that irresistible working-grind pull already. Not me, of course, because I seem to harbor no real sense of life after school, after the writing is not just a confusing pull but an actual push toward something marketable. I got word that the review I wrote for Our State is actually quite good. Perhaps I'll be able to not starve by the time grad school becomes past tense. I want to always write nothing but the things important to me, but, man, I've got to eat, I've got to pay bills, I've got to have medical attention every now and then to make sure I'm not dying, you know? These worries are grounded by slight melodrama, yes, but they're an eventual reality that I must acknowledge now.
Mostly, right now I'm reveling in the small details of trying to organize myself - classes, secretarial work for environmental club, following through with the internship at the Alabama Literary Review, private literary ambitions, and, also, this semester I will date. I don't care who or how as long I'm having fun.
posted by
Kate at 2:02 PM
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wMonday, August 19, 2002 |
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Well hello there. A surprising case of insomnia has made for the first blog of the new school year. I was seriously tired, seriously, until I just couldn't go to sleep. I wish I could condense this summer down for you, tell you how impossibly bright the sun always was, how the light danced in the lake, fragmenting off the waves like a brilliant shattered mirror. I wish I could describe the weariness of being the primary caretaker for broken people, how that made me feel broken too and yet incredibly whole also. Instead, I'm going to forget about it for now. I'm going to concentrate on the school year looming ahead - that great beast of academy and social opportunity. It will be a wonderful year. I'm different now, you know.
posted by
Kate at 1:44 AM
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