Watched Guardians of the Galaxy this weekend, a little funnier and more light-hearted than your usual Marvel movies. Oh, I also picked up my car and keys to my apartment, no big deal.
(also how do people drive in LA without crying)
Settled phone number, bank account, car and apartment in six days, but nowhere close to feeling at home yet.
Just beginning to realize how hectic the start of the semester will be. I am being lulled into this false sense of security because I am surrounded by the familiar up here in the Bay Area, but I know that LA is going to be new and exciting and scary and intimidating for the foreseeable future. But it’s good right? If you’re not growing, you’re dying, and all the jazz.
Tanning - 1953
Women against feminism are basically just arguing that their individual lives are fine and they don’t care about what other women go through
by Carol Ann Duffy
I’m ten years away from the corner you laugh on
with your pals, Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff.
The three of you bend from the waist, holding
each other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement.
Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn.
I’m not here yet. The thought of me doesn’t occur
in the ballroom with the thousand eyes, the fizzy, movie tomorrows
the right walk home could bring. I knew you would dance
like that. Before you were mine, your Ma stands at the close
with a hiding for the late one. You reckon it’s worth it.
The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best one, eh?
I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics,
and now your ghost clatters toward me over George Square
till I see you, clear as scent, under the tree,
with its lights, and whose small bites on your neck, sweetheart?
Cha cha cha! You’d teach me the steps on the way home from Mass,
stamping stars from the wrong pavement. Even then
I wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello, somewhere
in Scotland, before I was born. That glamorous love lasts
where you sparkle and waltz and laugh before you were mine.
Just suffered from a PMS induced identity crisis. Hows your hump day?