Sadness Sets In Once More

Oh.

I wish he was with me now.

Thursday

...My coffee cup is uncooperative--spilling milk all over my clothes. It's too late to go home and change. I'll just have to cope. I slept well last night. No dreams. Ten hours. Oh, and good morning to you, fair reader. If you exist. I have classes with Misses Spink and Forcible again. The weekend will come tomorrow, and leave too quickly...

Your quote:

"But a proper sea goddess must fill up her bodice to present an alluring display!"

Tuesday morning, 9:00am--so this saga continues--

I realize that each day is a glorious opportunity for wonderful things to happen. It's also a temptation for fate--and terrible things are often conceived in this day-to-day routine--things like Mathematics projects and English papers.

This particular Tuesday morning finds me sipping a cappuccino. Do you know--I realized I'm paying four dollars for a cup of air, with a bit of espresso at the bottom. They agitate the milk so thoroughly that it becomes more gaseous than liquidacious.

The fog is clouding the streets of Syracuse--making everything look quite English.

The professors for my next upcoming classes would be the perfect grandmothers. However, one doesn't choose to study from their grandmothers...I shall hereby refer to them as Misses Forcible (English) and Spink (Politics).

I end with a quote:

Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.

First Post

I write this first blog post with memories of the night's excitement--hints of cigarettes, oysters, and the taste of his own warm mouth--lingering upon my tongue.

He brought me home, and loitered in my chamber, as I dressed for bed and tried to tame my unruly curls. He sighed, and bent to pick up his coat. Looking at him with wistful eyes, I sighed too, and whispered, "Must you leave me?"

"Yes, it is time. Know that I would stay if I could."

"One day," I told him, "You will stay." He smiled warmly at this, looking deep into my eyes.

"I know."

I am at home, and lonely now. The landlord's orders are clear--no pets. I am looking at a stack of books with a guilty twinge--I have schoolwork to complete. I am a student, you see. It's not a hard life, but it is a poor life--and I am frequently alone. Someday, this too shall end.

I finish with a quote, Joyce Carol Oates' words:

How happy HOW HAPPY I AM. You didn't think, did you, that I COULD BE SO HAPPY.