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September 19th, 2008
August 30th, 2008
Why did it take me so long to see this movie? It's fucking great. I must show it to all my acoustic singer/songwriter friends immediately.
ANYWAY.
Back in school, summer's over. Shaping up to be a pretty easy semester, which will be SO nice. I fucking deserve it after last year though. Oi. Weird, this time next year I'll be a college graduate getting thrown headfirst into the workforce. Hm. Not sure how I feel about that yet.
But yeah, I forgot this thing existed again. Been a busy summer. And by busy, I mean I've been more fucked up and with greater frequency this summer than at any other point in my life. And it was awesome.
Back to life...
June 22nd, 2008
snapped this on my little POS cell phone yesterday night. I FUCKING LOVE MAUI.
June 20th, 2008
So as I type this, I'm sitting on a patio in a condo in Maui, drinking maragritas and relaxing. Really, how good is this? Two good friends of mine are getting married down here (holy crap), so I got a practically free five days of beachin, drinkin, relaxin, drinkin, etc. Preeeetty awesome.
In other news, Brian and I FINALLY got the whole living situation worked out, which is a HUGE load off stress-wise. I thought I was going to be homeless at the end of the month, but we found ourselves an affordable 2BR/2BA apartment in Chantilly, so now we're only about 15 minutes from campus and 5 minutes from both of our jobs. SO nice. I'm still bummed that we're not going to be able to throw random binge drink fests like we have for the last year in the townhouse, but hey, I guess it's someone else's turn to deal with the clean up now, eh?
So I'm in a pretty good place right now. I remember back in my last entry (yes I know it was a while ago, I lead a boring life) I had all sorts of stress going on, and now practically all of that has been worked out... I'm coming back from Hawaii on Tuesday, already have a place lined up, and an entire week to clean the shit out of the townhouse and get my crap moved in to this apartment. Our lease starts the day I get back, and our old lease is still up through July 1st, so actually I'll kind of own an apartment AND a townhouse for a week. Ha. Weird. Being damn near flat-ass broke is still an issue, but hey, when I get back from this I pretty much have nothing to do for the rest of the summer, so I'll be working pretty much every day between now and the end of August. I should be alright, eh?
Anyway. This is the first trip like this I've taken in four years. Actually, the first time I was on a fuckin AIRPLANE for four years, which is pretty odd considering my father is an airline pilot and I can fly anywhere for practically nothing (LITERALLY nothing for in-country travel). I don't take advantage of this nearly enough, and I'm running out of time; next summer, I'll lose that privilege due to the fact that I won't be a full-time student anymore. Fuck! I guess it's mostly due to the fact that I have no one else who can do this so easily, and it's not like I'm going to do this kind of thing myself frequently. I'd get lonely. :]
In other news, Brian and I FINALLY got the whole living situation worked out, which is a HUGE load off stress-wise. I thought I was going to be homeless at the end of the month, but we found ourselves an affordable 2BR/2BA apartment in Chantilly, so now we're only about 15 minutes from campus and 5 minutes from both of our jobs. SO nice. I'm still bummed that we're not going to be able to throw random binge drink fests like we have for the last year in the townhouse, but hey, I guess it's someone else's turn to deal with the clean up now, eh?
So I'm in a pretty good place right now. I remember back in my last entry (yes I know it was a while ago, I lead a boring life) I had all sorts of stress going on, and now practically all of that has been worked out... I'm coming back from Hawaii on Tuesday, already have a place lined up, and an entire week to clean the shit out of the townhouse and get my crap moved in to this apartment. Our lease starts the day I get back, and our old lease is still up through July 1st, so actually I'll kind of own an apartment AND a townhouse for a week. Ha. Weird. Being damn near flat-ass broke is still an issue, but hey, when I get back from this I pretty much have nothing to do for the rest of the summer, so I'll be working pretty much every day between now and the end of August. I should be alright, eh?
Anyway. This is the first trip like this I've taken in four years. Actually, the first time I was on a fuckin AIRPLANE for four years, which is pretty odd considering my father is an airline pilot and I can fly anywhere for practically nothing (LITERALLY nothing for in-country travel). I don't take advantage of this nearly enough, and I'm running out of time; next summer, I'll lose that privilege due to the fact that I won't be a full-time student anymore. Fuck! I guess it's mostly due to the fact that I have no one else who can do this so easily, and it's not like I'm going to do this kind of thing myself frequently. I'd get lonely. :]
June 5th, 2008
Well our lease is up July 1st. Brian and I are rather frantically hunting around for a place closer to campus, as I leave for Hawaii on June 19th, so we basically have two weeks to nail down our entire living situation for the next year. I'm starting to get into some money problems for the first time since I was a freshman, which isn't helping with the stress level here. Blah.
It's been a good summer though. Sucks all of this is happening right now, especially the moving thing; losing everyone's favorite party house right in the heat of summer is depressing, and since we're definitely looking at apartments and such now (as opposed to this three level townhouse we live in now), it's not like the ridiculous parties will be able to make the move with us. Which is a bummer. But hey, we hosted all this stuff for the last year solid, guess it's everyone else's turn now, eh?
Gonna be weird though. For the last year solid, this house has been the go-to place for pretty much everybody I know. People were here every night, and at least a few nights a week it was full-blown party mode. Cops never showed up, somehow. Our neighbors fucking rule. It's been a good year, everyone's bummed we have to give it up...but with Tim moving out, gas at 4 bucks a gallon and a half-hour commute each way to get to class, it just doesn't make sense anymore.
Who knows though, we may get lucky like we did with this one again. Seriously, this place is way too nice for a few college kids to be living in.
I have to work my ass off the next few weeks, I'm picking up every shift I can possibly manage to try to pick up the financial slack before I leave for Hawaii, where I will undoubtably be blowing ridiculous amounts of money, and then coming back and dealing with a move (thus blowing more money), with VERY little to start with and not too much time to build the account up a bit better between.
Goddamnit, it's summer and I'm getting stressed out again.
Was a good few weeks though!
It's been a good summer though. Sucks all of this is happening right now, especially the moving thing; losing everyone's favorite party house right in the heat of summer is depressing, and since we're definitely looking at apartments and such now (as opposed to this three level townhouse we live in now), it's not like the ridiculous parties will be able to make the move with us. Which is a bummer. But hey, we hosted all this stuff for the last year solid, guess it's everyone else's turn now, eh?
Gonna be weird though. For the last year solid, this house has been the go-to place for pretty much everybody I know. People were here every night, and at least a few nights a week it was full-blown party mode. Cops never showed up, somehow. Our neighbors fucking rule. It's been a good year, everyone's bummed we have to give it up...but with Tim moving out, gas at 4 bucks a gallon and a half-hour commute each way to get to class, it just doesn't make sense anymore.
Who knows though, we may get lucky like we did with this one again. Seriously, this place is way too nice for a few college kids to be living in.
I have to work my ass off the next few weeks, I'm picking up every shift I can possibly manage to try to pick up the financial slack before I leave for Hawaii, where I will undoubtably be blowing ridiculous amounts of money, and then coming back and dealing with a move (thus blowing more money), with VERY little to start with and not too much time to build the account up a bit better between.
Goddamnit, it's summer and I'm getting stressed out again.
Was a good few weeks though!
April 16th, 2008
It seems like I read through pages and pages of Brautigan poems almost daily. The same ones too, over and over again...and they twist me up so bad, every single time, with just a few words.
For the uninitiated, here's a few personal favorites.
I Live In The Twentieth Century
I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.
( a few more below the cut... )
For the uninitiated, here's a few personal favorites.
I Live In The Twentieth Century
I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.
( a few more below the cut... )
April 4th, 2008
It's called Parachutes. I kind of like it.
Also, since someone requested it and maybe someone else would like to hear it too...here's a whole CD worth of cover songs I've recorded recently. ha.
MUXTAPE
Anywho. Figured someone would get a kick out of this stuff.
In other news, fuck everything about this semester. I cannot wait for summer, and to be perfectly honest, I'm just hoping I make it through the next month without just totally losing my shit. Hah. Wish me luck.
Also, since someone requested it and maybe someone else would like to hear it too...here's a whole CD worth of cover songs I've recorded recently. ha.
MUXTAPE
Anywho. Figured someone would get a kick out of this stuff.
In other news, fuck everything about this semester. I cannot wait for summer, and to be perfectly honest, I'm just hoping I make it through the next month without just totally losing my shit. Hah. Wish me luck.
March 21st, 2008
is the fucking party album of 08, calling it early this year. I will be rocking this religiously while getting drunk in 08, mark my words.
on a related note, I turn 21 next Saturday, so it will become an even more frequent occurence.
on a related note, I turn 21 next Saturday, so it will become an even more frequent occurence.
March 17th, 2008
So why do think the cold won't end? Because it always has.
After a fall might come winter, but your spring will be back.
It won’t stay dark forever, that much I promise, and
I know your heart is a jumper;
Parachutes work better when they’re open.
So stay open.
After a fall might come winter, but your spring will be back.
It won’t stay dark forever, that much I promise, and
I know your heart is a jumper;
Parachutes work better when they’re open.
So stay open.
March 5th, 2008
So for some reason, I was thinking back to a conversation I had with a friend about regrets. We talked and talked about things we said we regretted. It was a good time, we both felt markedly better afterwards, but looking back on it now makes me realize how often we confuse guilt and regret, and how huge a difference there is between the two. In fact, they're practically polar opposites. Guilt is a reaction to a decision you made that resulted in a bad outcome. Regret is a reaction to not making the decision, resulting in nothing.
So if you ask someone what their regrets are, odds are they'll really be sharing situations they feel guilty about, which is the exact thing regret is not. The weird part, though, is that you will talk up and down about how you wish these things never happened, but if you think about it for a moment, what makes you who you are now? It's the relationships you form, the decisions you make, and how the outcome has influenced you. All these things built you, and you wouldn't be you without them; so in reality, as much as someone says they wish something never happened, at their core they know they hold the most guilty memories closest to their heart. If they let go, they wouldn't be them anymore. I guess that's why it's important to make shitty choices sometimes. You grow a lot. That's guilt.
Regret is different. You missed something, some chance in retrospect you should have taken, and now the opportunity is gone. Instead of making a decision, you pushed aside the issue entirely. There can't be guilt because you never made the decision and there was never any outcome, bad or good. And now, in your 20/20 hindsight, you know you missed something that you should have put more into. Even if the outcome would have possibly ended up badly and that's what scared you off initially, you never took the chance. You didn't grow.
I'm realizing most things I thought I regretted about my life I would never, ever want to change. I feel guilty about the results of the decisions I made, but how that guilt has affected me is the same as how the best and most joyful moments of my life has, and they made me me.
So y'know what?
Fuck regret.
Go make some goddamn decisions already.
No matter what happens, we'll all learn a lot.
So if you ask someone what their regrets are, odds are they'll really be sharing situations they feel guilty about, which is the exact thing regret is not. The weird part, though, is that you will talk up and down about how you wish these things never happened, but if you think about it for a moment, what makes you who you are now? It's the relationships you form, the decisions you make, and how the outcome has influenced you. All these things built you, and you wouldn't be you without them; so in reality, as much as someone says they wish something never happened, at their core they know they hold the most guilty memories closest to their heart. If they let go, they wouldn't be them anymore. I guess that's why it's important to make shitty choices sometimes. You grow a lot. That's guilt.
Regret is different. You missed something, some chance in retrospect you should have taken, and now the opportunity is gone. Instead of making a decision, you pushed aside the issue entirely. There can't be guilt because you never made the decision and there was never any outcome, bad or good. And now, in your 20/20 hindsight, you know you missed something that you should have put more into. Even if the outcome would have possibly ended up badly and that's what scared you off initially, you never took the chance. You didn't grow.
I'm realizing most things I thought I regretted about my life I would never, ever want to change. I feel guilty about the results of the decisions I made, but how that guilt has affected me is the same as how the best and most joyful moments of my life has, and they made me me.
So y'know what?
Fuck regret.
Go make some goddamn decisions already.
No matter what happens, we'll all learn a lot.
March 1st, 2008
I've found myself drifting back to my old screamo roots recently, musically speaking. Makes sense. Ridiculously personal, scream your soul out, sad and angry music made by kids who just have to fucking get it out. The lyrics just rule so much. Who gives a shit if the words sound cliche if they're screamed so loud you know they're true, at least to them? Definitely fits my mood. All semester I've just felt like everything I care about is slowly slipping, and it's dark and cold and frustrating. Yeah. This is definitely what I want to be listening to right now; The Saddest Landscape, Welcome The Plague Year, I Hate Myself, Kite Flying Society, Saetia, A Day In Black & White...these bands all have songs that give me fucking shivers every time I hear 'em.
I mean really, this is nothing without the music, but...
We mouthed the words to all of the saddest songs because they felt like home.
I watched you out of the corner of my eye, and that smile you gave me launched a thousand beats of my heart. So you can lean a little harder, I will take that weight from you. I will be that call in the middle of the night, that picture kept in your favorite book. You just want someone to call yours; I will be that tool. I was just looking for someone to leave me breathless, and I found it in you...And I don't want to miss you anymore. I don't want to miss you anymore. So, here is one song to call your own, to kiss away the tears and leave no traces of pain. So angelic and comforting. These are my dreams all coming true.
And I must have played that message a thousand times, just to hear your voice before I went to sleep.
(The Saddest Landscape - The Sixth Golden Ticket)
And what's funny...it doesn't even sound the least bit trite when it's performed. It's just honest.
I'm glad I remembered about this. Haha.
I mean really, this is nothing without the music, but...
We mouthed the words to all of the saddest songs because they felt like home.
I watched you out of the corner of my eye, and that smile you gave me launched a thousand beats of my heart. So you can lean a little harder, I will take that weight from you. I will be that call in the middle of the night, that picture kept in your favorite book. You just want someone to call yours; I will be that tool. I was just looking for someone to leave me breathless, and I found it in you...And I don't want to miss you anymore. I don't want to miss you anymore. So, here is one song to call your own, to kiss away the tears and leave no traces of pain. So angelic and comforting. These are my dreams all coming true.
And I must have played that message a thousand times, just to hear your voice before I went to sleep.
(The Saddest Landscape - The Sixth Golden Ticket)
And what's funny...it doesn't even sound the least bit trite when it's performed. It's just honest.
I'm glad I remembered about this. Haha.
February 19th, 2008
On the list of great inventions by Americans, I'm pretty sure the Girl Scouts Of America get the gold for this one. No joke.
February 5th, 2008
In keeping with the spirit of the season, I wound up in a long philisophical/psychological discussion with a friend about the ideology of love and what being "in love" really is. It was a great talk.
Here are my conclusions on the matter, for those of you who may be stoned enough to somehow give two shits about such an obtuse topic that you have no reason to read what I write about. Hahaha.
Ahem.
Love is not nearly as complicated as all artists create it to be. To me, it's a very simple concept at it's core. Everybody has a spectrum containing all of their emotional character spanning from "complete [true] hate" all the way through jealousy, loathing, frustration, bitterness, shyness, gladness, happiness, joy, all the way up to the very peak of the most "good" they can ever feel, "complete [true] love." So in basic theory, love can be broken down into being simply the very highest point peaked on the personal spectrum of emotional self-knowledge.
Keeping that in mind, guess what? Congratulations, everybody will find true love, and even better, we will all likely find it repeatedly throughout whatever the length of our lives may be. Love only exists to the person who holds the feeling. It's that highest point. It's a feeling so incredible you can't even imagine any words could possibly exist to describe it. You are convinced beyond any shadow of doubt that this is the best person in the world, fuck everybody and everything else in it. You peaked your spectrum and set the bar at a new level for your own level of emotional ability; the tank just stretched to fit the volume it contains.
In other words, you're in love.
It's probably happened to you before, and you'll know exactly what I just described if it has, and, the good news, it will probably happen again. When I was fourteen or so, I was absolutely crazy about a girl for the first time in my life. Never before had I had someone who I just couldn't stop thinking about, always wanted to be with, felt genuinely happier just to be in their presence. I knew, I KNEW that I was totally and completely in love. Fast forward a few years, and there I was getting slammed with more complicated and terrifyingly total adoration than I had ever thought possible back when I was fourteen. Does that mean the first time wasn't "true" love? Of course not. It was the peak of my emotional potential at that moment in time. "Love" and what "I (or you, or he, or her) know of it is just that; what I know of it.
Everybody knows exactly what it feels like for themselves to be in love, but nobody can ever possibly know what it feels like for someone else to be, since, after all, nobody can possibly know what anyone else's "peak" of emotional potential is at that point in their existence as a complex, ever-growing emotional being. I found true love when I was fourteen. I found true love again years later. It's theoretical that it will more than likely be found again (but ironically, of course, I have a hard time believing that as I type it, because, well...my current "peak" won't allow me to even consider the possibility as rational. Funny how that works, eh?).
When it all boils down to it, love is little more than fooling yourself in the best way possible. If you believe that someone holds the absolute pinnacle of possible emotion for you so firmly that you cannot even wrap your mind around the concept that there could be nobody in the world experiencing a feeling as good as yours towards any other person, you found true love. Period. It's the most you can possibly emotionally contain and you know that's it for you. When and if the fragile peak is shattered, it's astronomically damaging and you know there's no way to recover.
But guess what? It will, and if you're lucky enough to exist long enough in the cynical and bitter lows between those highest peak potentials, you'll look back on your previous idea of love and think that you were wrong, and if only you knew then what you know now you could have saved yourself the trouble. Obviously, you never can; you didn't know how to feel then what you feel now, it didn't even exist for you. Love existed then just as much as it does now, and love will continue to exist every time you have truly, honestly believed it has, for you as far as you are concerned, and for me as far as I'm concerned.
For those of you who honestly say they are happy in love, you are the happiest you can possibly be and I'm stoked for you. Congrats. For those who are unhappy in love...well, it's not as much of a cliche as it seems when someone tells you, "I know it feels like it now, but it's not the end of the world." You will never believe it when it's told to you, of course. You don't know how to.
Doesn't mean it's not going to be true.
Fin.
Here are my conclusions on the matter, for those of you who may be stoned enough to somehow give two shits about such an obtuse topic that you have no reason to read what I write about. Hahaha.
Ahem.
Love is not nearly as complicated as all artists create it to be. To me, it's a very simple concept at it's core. Everybody has a spectrum containing all of their emotional character spanning from "complete [true] hate" all the way through jealousy, loathing, frustration, bitterness, shyness, gladness, happiness, joy, all the way up to the very peak of the most "good" they can ever feel, "complete [true] love." So in basic theory, love can be broken down into being simply the very highest point peaked on the personal spectrum of emotional self-knowledge.
Keeping that in mind, guess what? Congratulations, everybody will find true love, and even better, we will all likely find it repeatedly throughout whatever the length of our lives may be. Love only exists to the person who holds the feeling. It's that highest point. It's a feeling so incredible you can't even imagine any words could possibly exist to describe it. You are convinced beyond any shadow of doubt that this is the best person in the world, fuck everybody and everything else in it. You peaked your spectrum and set the bar at a new level for your own level of emotional ability; the tank just stretched to fit the volume it contains.
In other words, you're in love.
It's probably happened to you before, and you'll know exactly what I just described if it has, and, the good news, it will probably happen again. When I was fourteen or so, I was absolutely crazy about a girl for the first time in my life. Never before had I had someone who I just couldn't stop thinking about, always wanted to be with, felt genuinely happier just to be in their presence. I knew, I KNEW that I was totally and completely in love. Fast forward a few years, and there I was getting slammed with more complicated and terrifyingly total adoration than I had ever thought possible back when I was fourteen. Does that mean the first time wasn't "true" love? Of course not. It was the peak of my emotional potential at that moment in time. "Love" and what "I (or you, or he, or her) know of it is just that; what I know of it.
Everybody knows exactly what it feels like for themselves to be in love, but nobody can ever possibly know what it feels like for someone else to be, since, after all, nobody can possibly know what anyone else's "peak" of emotional potential is at that point in their existence as a complex, ever-growing emotional being. I found true love when I was fourteen. I found true love again years later. It's theoretical that it will more than likely be found again (but ironically, of course, I have a hard time believing that as I type it, because, well...my current "peak" won't allow me to even consider the possibility as rational. Funny how that works, eh?).
When it all boils down to it, love is little more than fooling yourself in the best way possible. If you believe that someone holds the absolute pinnacle of possible emotion for you so firmly that you cannot even wrap your mind around the concept that there could be nobody in the world experiencing a feeling as good as yours towards any other person, you found true love. Period. It's the most you can possibly emotionally contain and you know that's it for you. When and if the fragile peak is shattered, it's astronomically damaging and you know there's no way to recover.
But guess what? It will, and if you're lucky enough to exist long enough in the cynical and bitter lows between those highest peak potentials, you'll look back on your previous idea of love and think that you were wrong, and if only you knew then what you know now you could have saved yourself the trouble. Obviously, you never can; you didn't know how to feel then what you feel now, it didn't even exist for you. Love existed then just as much as it does now, and love will continue to exist every time you have truly, honestly believed it has, for you as far as you are concerned, and for me as far as I'm concerned.
For those of you who honestly say they are happy in love, you are the happiest you can possibly be and I'm stoked for you. Congrats. For those who are unhappy in love...well, it's not as much of a cliche as it seems when someone tells you, "I know it feels like it now, but it's not the end of the world." You will never believe it when it's told to you, of course. You don't know how to.
Doesn't mean it's not going to be true.
Fin.
February 1st, 2008
We all know what the first sign of the apocolypse is. That's right: when mankind learns how to make pancakes in a can.
If this doesn't win a Nobel Prize, something is seriously wrong with our priorities.
FUCKING GENIUS.
If this doesn't win a Nobel Prize, something is seriously wrong with our priorities.
FUCKING GENIUS.
January 29th, 2008
Hot Water Music's reunion show last Friday in New Jersey just solidified my next tattoo. Finally. It's been far, far too long.
I've been having this strange feeling recently. It's really disconcerting to realize that I don't have any choice in feeling it, and it's downright terrifying how impossible it is to describe in words. I can't even do it metaphorically and do any justice. Here....just take a few years off from your life to sit and write down every feeling you've ever had from every lyric from every lovesick pop song you've ever heard. Crumple them all together. Then douse the entire mess in turpentine and light the fucker on fire.
Best I can do. Sorry.
I'm going to bed! Long day tomorrow. Not too stoked that the semester started this time around...usually I'm ready for classes to start back up, but I had too good a time this winter break to be excited to see it end. I'm hoping when it starts getting warmer out, I will too.
I've been having this strange feeling recently. It's really disconcerting to realize that I don't have any choice in feeling it, and it's downright terrifying how impossible it is to describe in words. I can't even do it metaphorically and do any justice. Here....just take a few years off from your life to sit and write down every feeling you've ever had from every lyric from every lovesick pop song you've ever heard. Crumple them all together. Then douse the entire mess in turpentine and light the fucker on fire.
Best I can do. Sorry.
I'm going to bed! Long day tomorrow. Not too stoked that the semester started this time around...usually I'm ready for classes to start back up, but I had too good a time this winter break to be excited to see it end. I'm hoping when it starts getting warmer out, I will too.
January 3rd, 2008
I'm considering purchasing an iPhone. no real reason, just a whim. I basically haven't bought anything besides food, cigarettes, and gas in years, so fuck it, why not spend a bit of money on myself now that I have it to spare again, eh? Maybe I'll swing by AT&T and see how much it would cost to update my current plan to add the "data plan" iPhones need...apparently it's gonna be like a $20-40 difference a month, which is more than affordable.
I just think they're wicked cool. Haha.
Maybe I'll check that shit out tomorrow after work. Meh!
I just think they're wicked cool. Haha.
Maybe I'll check that shit out tomorrow after work. Meh!
December 25th, 2007
I'm watching A Christmas Story right now and am fucking hysterical. Seriously, this movie gets better every year, and it wouldn't be Christmas without watching it. I recently decided (and by recently I mean about two sentences ago) that the best Christmas ever would be any one that ended in being curled up on the couch with someone you love eating leftover pie and watching A Christmas Story.
Anyway. Semester's over finally. I somehow managed to get good grades? Still don't know where the fuck any of that came from but...cool! Lookin forward to having more time to make bad decisions, take stupid trips, spend money on crap I probably shouldn't, and nurse hangovers. Haha.
Anyway. Semester's over finally. I somehow managed to get good grades? Still don't know where the fuck any of that came from but...cool! Lookin forward to having more time to make bad decisions, take stupid trips, spend money on crap I probably shouldn't, and nurse hangovers. Haha.
December 5th, 2007
memories will rust and erode into lists
of all that you gave me;
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of lonely,
duct tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
of all that you gave me;
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of lonely,
duct tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
November 12th, 2007
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
- W.H. Auden
I really like this.
I haven't been keeping up with this too much since the semester started. Been a busy kid these last few months; school and work seven days a week has been kicking my ass pretty hard. The semester is drawing to a close in the next few weeks, which will undoubtedly be filled with papers, projects, and presentations. Fun fun.
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
- W.H. Auden
I really like this.
I haven't been keeping up with this too much since the semester started. Been a busy kid these last few months; school and work seven days a week has been kicking my ass pretty hard. The semester is drawing to a close in the next few weeks, which will undoubtedly be filled with papers, projects, and presentations. Fun fun.
apathetic