Gettin' busy with it!

Hey there!  So, I'm FINALLY getting to serious work on my collection of short stories and poems that I intend to self-publish on Amazon this year and I am SO excited!  Here's a little taste of what to expect.  There will be more to come!

No Patience This Time

By: Leslie Li Hikida

            Writing makes people nervous.  I am constantly writing during class, writing stories, writing songs, basically, writing bullshit.  After a while, inevitably, someone will ask, “What are you always writing about in your notebook?” like they actually care when in reality what they really want to ask is, “Are you writing about me?”

Krissy sits next to me in English 101.  She’s a Christian goody-goody and every time I see her I am astounded at the variety of Jesus shirts there are manufactured in the world.  We’ve really only spoken once and that was for her to ask me if I had accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.  I think it’s so cute when someone thinks they can save me.

I could be writing about her, but I’m not.  I am trying to figure something out because it seems I am always trying to figure something out.  The trouble with me is I never do.  I analyze, dissect, and pick apart every word spoken, every action offered until I am left with one huge question mark.  If I could see it, it would look like a slippery black snake, its forked tongue exposed to form the dot at the bottom.

Andy sits behind me in Calculus 280.  He looks like a walk in unchartered territory, a quick jaunt around the wild side.  And I have to admit I am tempted.

Okay, so at this moment I am writing about him.  It’s unavoidable, his offer too good not to abuse.  The thing is he told me I was different and I fell for him.  I jumped through flaming hoops suspended from the ceiling and, yes, I got burned. 

            My heart hurts.

            My brain hurts.

            Damn, do my thighs hurt.

            I should have known better.  Stupid.

                                                           Stupid.

                                                           Stupid.

            LOVE is dangerous territory because in my experience this is the natural progression of things:

            “I love you.”

            “I liked you.”

            And then soon enough it’s, “I hate you.”

            Usually after that it’s all, “I miss you,” and junk.

            MISSING someone seems to be the only thing I can fully commit to these days.  It fills every vein in my body, every cell, every particle of who I am.  I want you back (see: MISSING).  My life is shit without you (see: LOVE).

            Ethan’s a boy I started dating from work and I use the term “boy” loosely.  With him I see companionship.  I see stability.  I see...uh oh.  Maybe it’s time to slow things down and put things in perspective.  I feel it’s time to write about another hundred pages during Chemistry 86 in order to coax someone into asking me what it is I’m always writing about.  I’ll have no more patience this time.

            I’ll simply put down my pen and say, “You.  I am writing about you, okay?  Now, will you please just leave me alone?”