guitar in the streets

so i’m in class right now. i know i should be paying attention but we’re watching a movie and this will be quick… we just did a “team builder”. we were given a piece of paper and were told to write three interesting things about ourself. i got stuck for a second because pulling random

weekly photo challenge: solitary

solitary: adjective: separated from or unfrequented by others; remote or secluded. adjective: enjoyed or performed alone there are many definitions of solitary, but these are the ones i felt most comfortable with. i live in an apartment above a bar on a semi-high traffic flowing road in downtown Mt. Pleasant, MI. there’s rarely any quiet on before

Sharon

every now and again, when i manage to close all of my open web browsers and word documents, i see my background picture again. it’s one of my favorite pictures from my trip to Kenya. I’m holding Sharon’s hand and taking her for a morning walk. just seeing the picture is enough for my ears

questions

while going through the “notes” on my phone just now, i came across one that was written at 1:23 tuesday morning. obviously, i couldn’t sleep. the note is as follows: questions that are going through my head: since when is monday bar night? i mean, i can understand thursday through saturday, i am on a

totally unrelated thoughts

the other day i put a quarter in someone else’s expired parking meter on campus. i figured 25cents spent on my behalf is better than 15dollars spent on theirs. today i found a quarter while walking to class. i figured it was karma paying me back. i wish i could study or do homework with

free writes

last year was my first year in Central Michigan University’s Word Hammer slam poetry club. we hold a few slam competitions each year and meet weekly on Tuesday’s nights for workshopping and critiquing. tonight we did free writes based from prompts given to us by our president, Ariel. the first free write we were given the word

weekly photo challenge: everyday life

    being a college student in central Michigan, life for me is pretty basic: wake up, go to class, eat some food, and go to class again. when i think about everyday life here, it’s simple and, in my opinion, boring. however, during my recent visit to Kenya i realized that the more simple

handbook

someone should make a handbook solving all of the awkward, everyday questions that people have. to start, what am i supposed to do when i wake up first at a sleep over. now, this answer would be easy if we were sleeping at my own house. i could get up, make some food, watch some

growing towards the sun

there are a few friends from high school who i actually associate with now (without being forced). i’ve grown apart from others just as much as they’ve grown apart from me-no hurt feelings, just different lives growing in different directions and i can’t argue or complain about that. we’ve all got that person who we

craftiness

not too long ago, before Hannah and i decided to not have cable, i flipped through some channels and landed on one of my favorites, TLC. i’ve always been a fan of cupcake wars and cake wars and all those other “wars” shows that have nothing to do with fighting and guns. i’m not sure