travel diary

I’m all alone in this world, she said,
Ain’t got nobody to share my bed,
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—
The truth of the matter’s
I ain’t got no man.

Big Boy opened his mouth and said,
Trouble with you is
You ain’t got no head!
If you had a head and used your mind
You could have me with you
All the time.

She answered, Babe, what must I do?

He said, Share your bed—
And your money, too.


One of the best and worst parts of travel for me is being alone. generally, I love being alone,
thrive on it,and
dwell in it
but this week was beyond being alone, i'm just lonely; crying in my car lonely; and left wondering why i don't have the kind of camaraderie the other counselors on the road have.

speaking of travel, i'm in savannah, trying not to spend a dime. i have seattle coming up in 18 days (dang, need to buy the ticket) and i would prefer to spend there.

anyway, the poem above is "50-50" by Langston Hughes (my love). this is the first poem i memorized.this is the first poem where i realized that poems didn't have to rhyme or imitate Robert Frost.

stream of consciousness

it's so funny. throughout the week i have so much going on that will be great blog topics. sometimes i consider writing down my thoughts so that when i actually make time to write it will be easier for me to recall...then i talk myself out of it; telling myself that i will remember EVERY interesting thought that came to mind. but inevitably, i forget each and every time.

right now i am in atlanta bread company. i come here to, of course, use the internet, but also to read, write, stud, people watch. there is this this girl sitting two tables down that i went to high school with. i hate seeing people i went to high school with in the streets. but since i am living in the same city i went to high school it's kind of inevitable. i doubt she remembers me. her name is violet. we took ap english together. that class was so hard for me because i didn't fit in. everyone already knew each other from there other english classes. everyone was so smart and spoke so cohesively. i didn't. so i didn't speak up much in class. anyway, i'm listening to violet's conversation (she's sitting with a group of people) and she's still full of shit...just a little bit more than she was in high school.

wow, so this man just complimented me on my computer, stating that it looked like a nice size for an 11 year old (i have one of those mini laptops). then he asked me how much it cost. i told him. and he just flipped out! rude!