low-fat chocolate sorbet

my life is not grand. my life is not a thing to be studied. my life is not minimalistically ironic, captured in loose shirts and toothpick bodies on 35mm film.

despite the fact that i am indeed a product of this materially and technologically dependent age (not much of a product, mind you, but still), my life is relatively simple. i am a girl. i am going to college. i am busy. i have schoolwork and a small job and a mish-mash of styles in my wardrobe. i wear shoes outside. i want to travel to europe someday, and elsewhere. i live in an area of the world that sees all four seasons. i was out in the sun, but have just retreated to the indoors before it rains again. i am nearly as pale as porcelain, and i burn easily. my eyes are brown. my teeth aren't perfectly white. i like reading. i have a very selective memory. i am only good at a few things. i love sleeping. i am studying what i love and am in the company of amazing, kind, and talented people. i love my family and friends more than anything in this universe, and only so much more than my dreams. i'd like to act all my life. i'd like to open up a wine shop, or a jazz club. i can sing relatively well, but my voice is definitely not one to melt hearts. i don't like wearing make-up. i like flying in airplanes and wish i had wings of my own. i like brick buildings and a university campus in the autumn. i like first snowfalls, when even the sounds of driving are pleasantly muffled. i love the sunshine and the warmth and the fragrance of spring. i love the wildness and laziness of summer. i have small feet. i have less than one thousand dollars to my name. i still like chicken. i am falling for a person whom i, and am scared that i will, have only met once, and i'm not sure how i feel about a few others. i am drifting away from some friends and making new ones. i still get a kick out of long, gushing conversations in parked cars in dark, quiet parking lots. i spill things, i break things, and sometimes, i fix things. i rarely make my bed. the smallest compliment can bring a smile to my face and the meanest insult can hurt me. i think things out. i am in love with music and the thoughts it can light in my head and the feelings that can flow through my body because of it. i believe that kissing and dancing are tied, thus far, as the two greatest feelings in the world. i believe that my brain, while strongly favoring its right side, is fairly balanced as far as the manner in which my neurons are fired. i believe in souls, but i also believe that you don't have to end up with your soulmate. i do and don't believe in young love and true love. i love both blue skies and rainy days. i still believe in God, i am starting not to believe in church, and i believe that love trumps all. and right now, i have a view of the sky that makes me, yet again, yearn for the ocean.

my life may not appear be as rich as the delicious treat i am currently enjoying (and neither am i), but believe me, it is. it is enough for me. it's mine. after envying the lives of others for so long, i am content and deeply satisfied to say that--my life. it's mine.

-d