Stalwart, Young Soldiers

by Sherard Harrington

Within the course of this week, a friend had a baby, another had a medical emergency (I’m not doubling up here—these were two separate people), another produced a Masters thesis, another deflected an argument with a man prone to domestic violence, and another kissed me on my doorstep in the snow.

This probably just means I have too many friends, right?

Genevieve Tyrrell, author extraordinaire, shot me a message and asked me to say a prayer. For all of my amigos, I’m lighting a candle. May you make it through this week with the grace and tenacity innate in you—that kernel of awesomeness that first attracted me to you. You are wonderful, and you never hear that enough.

AWP Next Week(?!)

by Sherard Harrington

How is AWP (The Association of Writers & Writing Programs) next week? Do you know how ready for that I am?

Not. <~That’s the level of preparation I’m in.

March, you’re a sneaky one.

Ugh, Feelings. And Having Them. (Am I Right?)

by Sherard Harrington

I’m a Letters in the Mail subscriber, and today I spent a good hour or two responding to Elissa Bassist, who wrote an incredibly charming (and vaguely seething) letter about her ex-boyfriend.

And then mine called me today.

I didn’t pick up.

And her letter got me thinking about all of my ex-boyfriends, and what they have in common, and what they don’t, and all of...what could have been, which is the most evil mind trap of them all. Which is a shame, because she seems like such a witty writer; why incite so much pain into the hearts of your readers Elissa Bassist?!

Which of course, only enforces the knowledge that she’s a witty writer. She made me feel different from how I felt when I started her letter. That’s the whole point of good writing, really.

I curse you all to think about your exboyfriends for the rest of the day. My misery brought dessert.

Eh Eh Eh! (Physics)

by Sherard Harrington

My days are starting to look like unfolded cut sections. (In other words, are starting to flow into each other.)

Today I’ve got an art gallery opening in the boonies that opens at 4, and then be back for Physics class at 7pm, and then show my face at the CBC at 11, and then do my studio homework that’s due at 9am tomorrow, and when studio’s finished, I’ve got to study for my Architectural History exam. So...it’s kind of non-stop through the night into another day of work. Unfolded cut section.

Right now I’m doing the Physics homework and then I’m going to study for the Physics test tonight before heading out to the gallery in the early afternoon.

This is how Physics makes me feel:

Facebook Disappoints

by Sherard Harrington

So, went in and changed my relationship status to “single” on Facebook today. And I thought I had managed to hide the switch, but apparently not.

Why doesn’t Facebook have some sort of delayed posting option, or like a cloaked posting option? My boyfriend and I broke up. It sucked. I wallowed. Time to move on. I don’t need the friends I didn’t tell trying to comfort me now. Just because I switched my relationship status and I don’t want anyone to know I switched it doesn’t mean I should have to hide my status to accomplish this. There’s the difference between the figure and how the figure is handled. Get with the times Facebook.

(Actually, I mentioned Xanga last week to a group of 20-somethings, and they all gave me that deer in headlights look. So, maybe I’m the one who needs to get with the times. Just have a public breakup. Go Jerry on this. ...is that show still on, by the way?)

All Dressed Up

By Sherard Harrington

All dressed up and no where to go today. (Screw you presidents! If it wasn’t for the awesome contributions you’ve made to society, I’d spit on your graves.)

So instead, I stayed in and basically just worked on studio work. Check out the little people hanging out in my marble model section! I’ve decided that the people on the right have just gotten their business proposal accepted, and the dude on the far left is running to go tell their other business partner (offscreen).

...maybe later I’ll go to the grocery store and see if any of the Bavarian Tarts are on discount. And then stuff my face with one.

Letter to the Weather

by Sherard Harrington

Dear Snow,

Wait your damn turn. Let the last snow who came in here melt away before you start touching things with your grubby, insensitive fingers.