whitney dziurawiec

I’m sitting here wearing a dress because I'm too hot to wear anything else. And I made extra sure that this dress was long enough and didn’t show any of my cleavage. Because apparently even secretaries can get in trouble for skirts that dare to be shorter than three inches above the knee. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I was written up. Handed the pink slip in choir and told that girls look up to me and that dresses four inches above the knee put me embarrassingly below reproach. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it a whole year without a secretarial scandal, though I have to admit I was hoping it’d be a bit juicier than this dry piece of paper that is now pinned to my wall by my mirror, haunting my daily wardrobe choices with its condescendingly pink tint. Here it is. On a brighter note, the writer-upper told me she loves me on the violation report, mmm. Thank God she still loves me, I was worried about that. But then I was rushed off to Mount Rushmore with flamboyant boys...

Lately I have been laughing a lot, and nothing especially funny has occurred. Lately I have also been biting the right side of my bottom lip furiously, and I don’t think I ever used to bite my bottom lip as a comfort mechanism, but here I am. Sitting on my bed. My teeth clenched around that bottom lip like they’re holding on for dear life. A long lost friend is coming in a few minutes and I’ve missed her. And this week we will stay up too late talking about silly things and old memories, and she will ask me the question. And I will go through the pros and cons of giving her an honest answer… biting my lip as I decide. I’ve begun to not give a rat’s behind about tact and mystery anymore. It is taking everything in me (and a good chunk out of my bottom lip) to not go crazy and explain to the world why I keep laughing though nothing’s funny. Why I give ambiguous answers to their questions, and why my blogs are especially fuzzy and non-specific. And why I don’t want t...

I woke up at 6:45 am with the sun pouring in, like, “Haha Whitney! You’re not happy but I am! It’s so great to be the sun! You don’t have to worry about getting hurt or worrying or being sad about anything! I just shine, all the time! It’s so great! Too bad for youuuu!” I usually stay in bed for a good 15 minutes after my roommate’s radio wakes me up, just praying. I love starting my day like that. But today the sun kept taunting me and all I could say were a few ums and really big sighs, trusting that He, the Author of all languages, is fluent in my primitive meltdown reversion tongue. I was going to make a Tower of Babel joke but everyone expects that of a Christian college girl, and I hate just being what everyone expects. I’m planning my lesson for youth group on Wednesday and I’m talking about the tongue and the importance of our words, struck by the irony that I can’t even bring myself to say much right now. I love words and right now none are quite coming to mind....