Traitor

It has been three years and I still think about you.  I feel like a traitor to my own sense of feminist methodology.  The way your voice dips when you laugh, the enthusiastic way your eyes light up when you’re excited, the keen judgment that always seemed a little bit more advanced than it should be for someone your age.  I don’t think another man has made me feel like I needed to be smarter, braver, more thoughtful just to match them.  I miss it so much.  I wish I could reach over the partition and touch you tonight.

On Demand

Yesterday I felt so uncomfortable at coffee and I am hoping he is a bright enough man to take the hint. A nice man, certainly, but it felt like I was filling in for something more than just a coffee partner- I was all the women of Boston, all the human contact of nine months, every hope for a union of Africa and the United States and that, my friends, is just too much pressure for one girl to bear. That and nothing bothers me more than being forced into a hug that is ten seconds too long.

World Traveler

What an exciting day today was, I can hardly imagine being able to contain it into one hundred words.  I did work very hard at Suffolk, and was asked to sing The National Anthem at Graduate Commencement this year!  Then, when I got home from coffee with Mimoun, Alexis and I booked a 7 Day Cruise for September!  I am going to be visiting Grand Cayman, Honduras, Belize and Mexico!  I gives me motivation to stay on my diet so that I can celebrate lots of hard work with delicious food and respectable looks in a bathing suit.

Previously on…

LOST is invading my mind these days.  With the premiere so close, I am picking up my old habit of cruising the Internet reading theories, searching for clues and looking at pictures.  Today I watched the first and second episode of last season on Hulu at work. I almost allowed myself to get sucked in until I realized that I have an enormous project to do and absolutely no supervision.  I’m spending a lot of time thinking about Hurley.  Everyone loves him, of course, but I worry about where he’ll end up at the end of this journey.

A picture is worth a thousand words…

…or at least nine hundred.  So this week I am trying a little experiment in which I write an entry every day that consists of no more or no less than one hundred words, including the title, plus an accompanying photograph. Starting with this entry.

I imagine this is going to be a challenge because most people do not realize how quickly one hundred words go by. I’ve barely said hello and it is already time to say goodbye- but isn’t that just like life though? Never enough time to listen and be heard.