hold me (down)

underneath your fingers, boy, a place i’ve never felt while you babble-on-and-on because you’re passionate about some things and i find myself wishing i could passionate about what i want to be passionate about instead of making myself care about stupid little things, globalization leads to democratization and i’m feeling frustration by the lack of verification for you as a human being and underneath your fingers, boy, a place i’ve never felt i wonder if perhaps you might feel like home. you never could, you never would, and the fact is elucidated when i realize that i’d only want you to be closer to her, she who is home just like i wanted him to be closer to her, she who is home and underneath your fingers, boy a place i’ve never felt. i’ve never felt you and i won’t anytime soon. but maybe, today, i felt myself underneath your fingers.

i am chix0r hear me r0wr

i think i need to blog more. its like i never just pour out how i feel: so here goes. i feel like i’ve been way to wrapped up in myself and commitments i don’t care about. i need to start focusing on what I want to do. and that’s be there for my friends; talk to madeline more; prep for state IX; prep for nationals extemp; read more about civil disobedience/prep for national LD; read more of my feminist propaghands; decide where to go to college.

emphasis on the decide where to go to college. i think it might be washburn. they’ll put me close enough for local internships, i can maintain relationships with the people i need to be here for (devon/mallory) and i can still get a good education for free. just what i want. hooray. i was thinking maybe i could take summer or night courses in russian from KU or something and that would take care of my lack of Russian problem. i just really want to learn the language :-/

today jarod and i went to the bookstore (i dragged the poor kid along) and i got 4 new books of feminist propaghanda to keep me busy for the next few weeks… Our American Sisters: Women in American Life and Thought by Jean E. Friedman and William G. Shade (50% off 50 cents), A History of Women in America by Carol Hymowitz and Michael E. Weissman (50 cents), The American Woman: Her Changing Social, Economic, and Political Roles 1920-1970 by William H. Chafe (50 cents), History of Ideas on Woman: A Source Book by Rosemary Agonito ($1). the last books is a collection of philosophical writings on the role of women. how much fun is that? i’m so excited to crack into them.

everything is going to be

i qualified in lincoln-douglas today because Ryan double qualled and chose OO so that moved Sarah into a qual position in DX which moved me into a qual position in LD. so that’s the long harebrained process but I’m convinced (out of sheer arrogance) that i deserve to go. so i’m excited that i’m now in a position that provides for that opportunity. whee. Dance dance dance.

also, i received (i think) and additionl 3500 grand from Washburn today which means i’ll probably be going to school there. i kinda might not live on campus though. i don’t know. its so expensive for not having your own fucking shower. lol. perhaps i could find alright apartments in the area. hm. shrug. i guess it depends on if i want to work or not.

i’ve been officially recorded as the student of the month without joe’s name on the board. i don’t know if its cos he didn’t show up or what but its exciting. i’m hella-hardcorely excited. i’ll post a picture on the site later. maybe.

ps. whatever happened to my photolog?
pps. i’m pretty sure i deserve to be alone.
ppps. why can’t i just figure shit out? wtf.

Commencement speech

Jess
Commencement Speech
April 15, 2004

Stop. Don’t think about your first day of Kindergarten, or the first day of any succeeding grades. Don’t think about tomorrow or the day after. Don’t think about where or if you’re going to college. Don’t think about what career you are or will be entering eventually. Instead, I want you to think about this morning.
What is the first thought that entered your mind when you awoke?
Perhaps, ?I’m terrified?. Or maybe, ?Wow! It’s finally here!? Or even, ?Will I really be able to get my hair and make-up ready by four o’clock this afternoon?? Only you know what you’re exact thoughts were when you rolled out of bed this morning, but one thing is for sure: until right now, you were waiting for this moment. And, you will probably remember this for a long time to come as well.
One of the memories that I have carried with me and will continue to use in my day-to-day life surrounds the final round at the State Debate championship. I was standing outside of the round waiting for a pep-talk from our coach, Mr. McKeithan. Finally, he appeared at the end of the hallway and approached Joe Eisenbarth and I with the same determined look we always got before a high-stakes round.
I expected to hear a repeat of the speech we?d heard before Quarters and Sims, but instead, McKeithan said something I didn?t expect. He looked at me as I twirled my hair, bit my nails, and engaged in any of a number of nervous habits and said, ?Jess, you?ve made it to finals at the state debate tournament. You?ve earned this. Just debate well and have fun. Enjoy the day.?
McKeithan had told me to ?enjoy the day? many times before, mostly when I was worrying about something I had no control over, but it wasn?t until we were outside the final debate round of 2003-2004 school year in the state of Kansas that I truly understood what he meant. There are some moments or times in our lives that are just our goals as people: To make it to finals in a State tournament, to make it to the post-season in any sport, to get all A?s on your last grade card, to pass Chemistry, to graduate. We?ve worked for this.
And now, we truly understand what it means to ?live for the moment? or ?enjoy the day.?
Too often, we get caught up on what went wrong in the past or what will be better in the future and we forget to spend time just paying attention to how lucky we are to have made it to this moment. I challenge you, right now, to stop thinking about the past and the future and just enjoy this moment. When you realize what enjoying the day feels like, do it more often. Don?t spend tomorrow thinking about today or spend tomorrow wondering about the day after that. Sit back, relax, and enjoy what?s happening around you.
Class of 2004, I leave you with the best advice I?ve received and the most important lesson I?ve learned in all of high school. ?Enjoy the Day. You?ve earned it.?

a rush of blood to a sensitive spot

i bite my lip, hard, when i think of you until its gushing blood and i couldn’t speak because that would require opening my mouth and then i’d drown in all of the oozing redness even if i knew the words to utter or say (i love you) i couldn’t.

college, quoi quoi?

i don’t know what school i’m going to still although i am apparently getting a bigger scholarship at washburn so i think i might just end up there. i also have an appointment at KU at 10am tomorrow and i’m meeting dr. farley at 3:30. so hopefully by the end of the day i’ll know what college i’m going to and i can get it all worked out and then be ready to move there next year. i’m not really sure where i want to go or what i plan on doing. but i’m excited about some of it. i think.

easter was strange. the uncles death was kind of looming and everyone just seemed weird.

easter eulogy

i remember you sitting in a chair
in between the living room and the dining room
and smiling at me
but you were totally unattached from everything

today, there will be no memories to make of you at all
except the strangeness that you set on this family
when you put that bullet in your neck
i wish i could mimic the sounds with my fists
but sadness and anger and grief, all mixed, doesn’t have a sound

tears fall
silently
to the ground.

which is worse?
the easter you sat there
a month after you’d left her
weeks after you begged her back
and you knew we hated you for it
or
the easter you were burried
a month after you’d left her
weeks after the funeral
and you weren’t here for us to hate you for it

we still did,
funny, some girls have uncles that they love

this is my eulogy for you
this is the eulogy you don’t deserve
this is the eulogy that describes only your bad
this is the eulogy that leaves out why it hurts
this is the eulogy that forgets
this is the eulogy that ignores

once, you were good.

later the same day

you knew who i was eating dinner with
and probably took it the wrong way
but i swear when i eat dinner with you
or dinner without you
its different
and i couldn’t even voice a general disdain for you
when i needed to force one

he wanted to know what i wanted
and where i’d live
i said i could find myself feasibly living with you
which he took to mean a constant state of drama
but you’re a constant state of contentment
, and justified

i could not live with you for that would be living
and living is over there on a shelf

maybe i didn’t get emily’s words right
but i know i nailed the emotion
why do i expect her to save me?
when she couldn’t save herself?

me, wanted

i sit anxiously at a table, or in a car
awaiting a date to begin
but it wasn’t a date, because we never were daters
were we?
and suddenly i see it on the table like your hand there
longing to be held
funny, i couldn’t take my eyes off of your face long enough to notice it
i read it and i get it, i get all of it
and i appreciate your imagery
did i ever explain to you that the reason i like poetry is because i fell in love with you?
(the only way to express you is poetry)
i wish i could write you back a letter but i stumble after the salutation
and i don’t know what to write
your birth-given name signed at the bottom of a letter stopped me
dead in my hunting-tracks
because i realized what it said,
and who you were
and that i knew you.

and that’s when i was scared again.