She's it. All right, so maybe not "it" it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right - up - there - with - Anna - Kournikova - and - Lizzie - McGuire - on - your - list - of - people - you'd - give - anything - to - be - stranded - with - on - a - broken - down - elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know.
The Daily Collegian at UMASS, written by Matt Brochu in 2003
December 31, 2009
We both stopped talking. Part of his sleeve was touching my arm; I don't know if he knew. Then everything started to seem perfect for some reason. The feel of his shirt against my elbow, the fact that I still had an elbow... It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me, for him to anything me.
- My So-Called Life
- My So-Called Life
December 30, 2009
But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.
The Daily Collegian at UMASS, written by Matt Brochu in 2003
The Daily Collegian at UMASS, written by Matt Brochu in 2003
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His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole things spills, you arent' as devastated.
-Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed
-Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed
December 16, 2009
Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but write boldly. -Robert McKee
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I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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