here's coming a better version of me

MY STAPLES ARE OUT! After two weeks of healing, I just got 20 staples removed from my head. The procedure took only about ten minutes and was pretty painful. (The staples that hurt the most going in, hurt the most coming out, go figure). The doctor that saw me made me do those wacky neurological tests that I had to do 5 times in the hospital. You basically shake your limbs, stick out your tongue and jiggle about. Not so much different from my normal behavior. I had a wonderful rotund, dread-locked aging nurse take them out for me. She had a Southern accent and kept calling me baby. It was sweet. I held onto Kristie's hand. Was in pain for a while. My head bled slightly. Now it feels very tender and I'm not allowed to shower for a while. The nurse said my hair was kind of tangled but that she wanted me to "dread it up". I'm now sitting in the library looking at a jar of staples that I never actually got to see in me. I'm going to celebrate tonight via Sharon and poetry reading.

In other news, my sister just cracked a tooth open with Kashi cereal and has to see an oral surgeon. We're all falling apart.

In other other news I had a flashback memory of getting stapled and remembered the doctor said to turn on the TV to distract me. It was a Mariah Carey video or something because all I remember was being face down getting my scalp stapled with Mariah Carey in the background. Vile.

So, in conclusion:

Kashi: 1
Tooth: 0

Mariah Carey: 0
World: 1

Katie: 1
Staples: 0

sleepyhead

I designed a chapbook for my creative writing class. here are the results:

I'd give you everything I got for a little peace of mind

This is how you look and feel during Spring in Amherst:


This is how you look and feel after sustaining a serious head injury, 2 inch cut skull deep in the scalp, 20 staples to close. The doctor's said I had an amazing brain after they looked at the CAT scan. I don't know how they can tell that or what that means.

Me after hospital:



My head wasn't the only thing hurt, this is a picture of one of my bruises, actually from an intimate area of my body but shh:


I'm rockin the head scarf currently.




Today I've felt the best yet, but still dealing with it. And I'm also a greasy rat. The body is an extraordinary machine.

weird fiction

As per suggestion of Sarah, I reviewed our Wall-To-Wall over maybe the past year (I could not/would not get through the whole thing in one sitting). She told me to do it if I was sad, which is sadly my default setting in current life due to a whole bunch of reasons. Besides the point:

So many glorious jokes revealed and overlooked.

From this I was able to recall my favorite Sifl and Olly moment: FIRST. VIRGIN. MALE. PREGNANT.
God bless sock puppets.

But you have to have them all pulled out.

I have an unbearable amount of work ahead of me. So is the pattern of college Sundays.

Bill Haverchuck and I might have the same point of view towards a lot of things, namely romance.

Last night I had a rendezvous with Corduroy Bear.




He is the latest addition to my bed. A most welcome guest.

Heartless Bastard

I enrolled in classes for next year. It feels good to have a capstone and 18 credits jingling around in my head. I am taking Syntax, Thesis-Indepdent Spirit in Literature, Writing with Technologies, History of Witches, Avant Garde film, and 20th Century Literature. First semester in a while without creative writing, but they only offered poetry and that class conflicted with my Thesis, which is the only class I need. Oh well.

Things are really busy, cold, and rainy here. House searching and countless assignments and nights with little sleep are draining my bones. I'm conflicted and yet so calm. And feeling slightly wreckless these days.

One of my new favorite songs is "The Mountain" by Heartless Bastards. They're not touring anywhere in MA. A shame. This is an acoustic version with just the singer. She has an amazing deep voice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgQ57E93jlw

I'll make love to you

Currently working on a group presentation and organizing and researching for it. But what is distracting me is The Beatles. I didn't know you could make love to music, and now you can.

I am posting to remind myself that I can go to a party without having a completely foul time. Just dance and introduce yourself. I think I talked to 15 people or more that I'd never met before last night. It was really a great time. Someone said something offensive/pretentious to me and I sprinted away up the stairs away from them without saying anything. Taking this into account, I can get smoothly out of any bad situation and lead the dance circle and bond with random people. Cheers to aimless fun, no cheers to work or applications. And Cheers to Justin, birth.