I sat along the back wall of a pub as the band hit the final note of their first set. Applause. It was a Tuesday night, so it wasn't exactly a full house but the bar was at least full nearest the stage, leading me to choose kind of an awkward seat. Well, anywhere I … Continue reading Last Tuesday Night.
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A poem about Sundays (even though I hate poetry)
Sundays. Feeling like I'm moving in slow motion I probably am. Mimosas
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10.19.15: Not your second choice.
An Open Letter to a Super Rat (& Anyone Else Who Wants to Date Me): I neither expect you to read this, nor to care about what I have to say. I’m sure you think I’m off my rocker at this point because I’ve already told you exactly what I think about you. There’s always … Continue reading 10.19.15: Not your second choice.
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Once Upon A Time…or something like that.
After asking if I’m seeing anyone, older women always tell me “Oh sweetie, don’t worry. You’re young. You’ll find him.” I wish they gave me a dollar every time they said that, too. I wouldn’t be a millionaire, but I’d be pretty loaded. I typically follow-up with a shrug and a reply along the lines … Continue reading Once Upon A Time…or something like that.
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1.19.16
So this distance thing…is all a load of bull. I’m sitting at home. In my underwear. At 8PM on a Tuesday night. I just got home from happy hour with my best friend. I’m not drunk, not even close, but nevertheless…the alcohol has clouded my focus. I’m frustrated. It’s been two months since I’ve had … Continue reading 1.19.16
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Accidents Happen.
I'm a self-proclaimed Queen of Boundaries. It's my defense. How I stay sane. Sure, I crave the company of others. I'm not a hermit, I'm outgoing. I love meeting new people & making new friends...but on my own terms. That's probably why I date. I've found it's a fun way to meet people & see … Continue reading Accidents Happen.
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she’s back…
Perhaps some of you are wondering where I’ve been for the last few weeks…then again, maybe you haven’t. I can assure you I haven’t gone far, but I have taken a bit of a hiatus. Writing is my escape. My problem-solver. It’s what I do when I’m ecstatic and loving life, but it’s especially something … Continue reading she’s back…
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Don’t call me a victim.
...And I don't like the word 'survivor,' either. Merriam-Webster's dictionary defines 'victim' as: A person who has been attacked, injured, robbed, or killed by someone else A person who is cheated or fooled by someone else Someone or something that is harmed by an unpleasant event (such as an illness or accident) And while some … Continue reading Don’t call me a victim.
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Just Dance
So, in my craziness of moving & cleaning, I came across my college admissions essay that I used to apply (and get in to) UIC. Talk about nostalgia. Also, I can't believe I compared dance to crack... Time to get back into classes... Dance is for me, what crack is to a crack addict: … Continue reading Just Dance
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I miss college…
I might be a tad obsessed with the Harry Potter Series and somehow, I managed to incorporate that into a few research papers in college. I wrote my Senior Communication Thesis on how Lord Voldemort represents societal fears in the 21st Century, and the essay below was for an English elective. Our prompt was to … Continue reading I miss college…
Marie R. Carlson 