Entries By gbortel
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castaway
lost. that’s how i feel. adrift on the subway platform filled with people. there’s no reason to be, i just am. i like getting lost in the crowd, becoming a part of the background, being an observer of life every now and then. takes the pressure off.
Posted By gbortel On 04.19.2010 @ 1:18 pm
subway
the metro is my favorite place. people bustling by. the whizz of trains in the tunnels. that smell. that smell that only exists in the metro…a mix of underground earth and people and air being whooshed by all at once.
Posted By gbortel On 04.15.2010 @ 8:36 am
curls
Curly. The nickname a lot of guys like to give me, probably because I do happen to have curly hair. I don’t know if I’ve ever really liked that nickname. I don’t mind Curly Sue. That one’s kind of cute. The worst hair-related nickname I’ve ever gotten was “Squirrel’s Nest.” Needless to say he and I didn’t last long.
Posted By gbortel On 04.13.2010 @ 5:41 am
wig
“Wigwams”. What a fun word. It’s just one of those words that rolls off the tip of your tongue just right and you get a little giggle in the pit of your stomach right after the “s” comes dribbling out.
Posted By gbortel On 04.12.2010 @ 10:57 am
holy
holy is thy name. holy is the word. holy Mary, mother of god. holy crap. the latter is the thing that comes to my mind the most. not that the aforementioned are all crap, just that I use that particular expletive quite often in my everyday vernacular. It’s quite handy for a variety of things that happen throughout the day. holy crap!
Posted By gbortel On 04.09.2010 @ 5:52 am
fragment
A fragment bothers me. I mark them wrong all the time on my students’ essays, but for some reason, they just don’t seem to get it. Every sentence needs a subject, right? It’s sort of like everyone needs food or water to survive. Take them away and the sentence begins to starve; looks a little peaked on one side.
Posted By gbortel On 04.08.2010 @ 8:40 am
roll
“Roll with the punches,” she said, as if it were just that easy. How can they possibly expect me to roll with the punches when so much depends on every little thing you do? The butterfly needs to know why it’s flapping its wings before it does so, right? Where is the point where we all just LET GO? Where is the point where someone says it’s going to be okay and it actually is?
Posted By GBortel On 03.24.2010 @ 11:09 am
