Alicia Barta,
my long-lost twin sister.
We only just met this summer,
on a wacky road trip from Illinois to Minnesota
along with Bill and Steve.
We're slowly turning into each other.
We have matching hair
and matching jackets
and matching personalities.
I love this girl.


AlphaSarah,
my roommate and better.
She's AlphaSarah, I'm BetaSarah.
We have a betta fish named Delta.
Sick, huh?
But that's why we're so cool.


Andrew White,
who I miss terribly,
all 6'5" of him.
There's just something about a man
who steals stuff
and likes monkeys.


Bill Murray,
a wonderful fellow
who I can pour out my heart and soul to
when he's not busy with theater.
Requisite disclaimer:
Not that Bill Murray.
But you'd probably guessed that already.


Corey Vest,
who you won't get to know through his webpage,
because it's really scary.
But he's really not.
He has a kitten from hell.
I'm serious, the cat is on crack.
But he's cute, and she's cute, so it's okay.


Deanna Fierman,
of the fiery red hair
and sunny personality.
One thing we have in common:
a liking for a certain someone's ears.
Right dear?


Ernie Cruz,
who makes me laugh (in a good way, of course),
and is fun to flirt with,
and has Willed me all his CDs
that don't have to do with death.


Ginny Anderson,
who I miss
because she's ditched us all this term
to go to London.
I mean, sheesh.
How could she?


Joely Leake,
beautiful boy.
One of those freaks
over at the "other" college,
happily brandishing his lawyer at the Man.


Sarah Bradley,
another of the many Sarahs
that inhabit this fair campus,
and one of the best actually.


Steve Bentley,
who despite all the shit
we've heaped upon each other
is still my friend,
and that counts for a lot in my book.


Tom Callahan,
who, when drunk, is very easy
to pickpocket.
And is always willing to bum you a cigarette,
if you give him hugs.


Trevor Davine,
who makes Logic fun,
and has a cool car,
and is fun to mock.


Jack.
And I'm Amy.
Get it?
No?
Good.
We don't either.
Life is strange that way.


And now you're sick of my wacky little poems, and want to go Home, right?
It figures. No one appreciates real art these days.