There is News

1. The semester is almost over. Which is sad, because that means only two and a half more years to go till I have to face the real world. Then again, there is always the PhD program, right? I can hide behind cal grants and books forever!

2. A few weeks ago, The Rumpus published my review of Jericho Brown’s book of poetry. It’s the same one I wrote for the Poetry International blog, but I decided since I already had this thought-out essay, why not try and submit it elsewhere? Call it lazy; I call it opportunistic.  I’ll be working on some more poetry reviews over the winter break. You can see my review here.

A few days ago, I was informed that The California Journal of Women Writers has accepted four of my poems: “Destroyer,” “The Perks of Anti-Regret,” “Swim To,” and “To Feel Whole Again”. I’m super proud and excited to be getting more and more of my work out there. I’m a little bit nervous about “The Perks of Anti-Regret” because it’s about my dad’s cancer and a dead-end relationship with a really close friend from high-school. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to keep it, but I sent it off before I even really thought about it, so who knows? Maybe I’ll get some good feedback from cyber space. In any case, the first issue should be available online super soon!

This is me reading

This is me reading “The Economy is Really Bad” and finally wearing those heels I bought last year

This last weekend, Poetry International had its bi-annual release (kind of) party at La Gran Tapa in downtown San Diego. There was an open mic, but more importantly there was sangria. A lot of sangria.

4. It’s only been a week and I’m finished with season one of Walking Dead. Oh, and I’m totally hooked. Mischa and I have been discussing our fantasy plans if the zombie apocalypse actually happens, like, which of our household items would we use to smash zombie brains? (the sink, table leg, lamp). Also:

Me: Why do zombies HAVE to eat humans?

Mischa: Because they’re zombies.

Me: Why can’t they eat grass or something?

Mischa: Because  then they would be weird, dead lawnmowers.

5. The people I intern with at Poetry International always have either wraps or baklava from this Lebanese cafe called Mama’s in North Park whenever I’m in the office. I’m always a little bit jealous, so instead of awkwardly asking if they could grab me some lunch, I just went with Mischa this weekend to check it out. Not only are their wraps freaking so good, their baklava tastes like honey, cinnamon, sugar, carmel, and about 300 calories worth of sweet dreams. Um, I’m in LOVE, you guys. I ate one at the cafe and then bought four more.

Seriously. If you live in San Diego, you need to go and get Mama’s baklava. And then give some to me.


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