October 2009
I don't understand,
in the summer I’m sweaty and hot.
in the winter I’m clammy and sweaty and cold.
goddamnit.
I tread softly, slowly, plainly, blindly, oh me!
-CYHSY
So I did it. It may seem small, inconsequential, but I did it. It wasn’t instant gratification, but it was gratifying. Now, initiating contact would be the next move, methinks. Who am I kidding? I have the most peculiar luck with guys, I swear. And I can’t help but going for the older, completely unavailable ones. And of course I’m completely freaked out when anyone...
Unnaturally warm, these nights.
Fending off fall with a vengeance.
The air is still,
drenched in the orange glow
cast by the streetlights
that faithfully illuminate
what lingers below.
“If I was young, I’d flee this town
I’d bury my dreams underground...”
– Beirut
Tedious.
I’m about to go through the process of backing up all my music on cds. I am NOT losing my music again, no sirree. I just bought an Andrew Bird CD and the Elephant Gun EP. Today’s gonna be a good day.
I vow to go on a run today.
And to finish A Million Little Pieces/Brave New World/BJD.
And to do some sit ups.
And to write a music review.
Oh, yeah. big day ahead of me.
momentarily mellow
I’m sitting in my bed with nothing but the light of my laptop and the newly purchased mexican pumpkin candle. ‘Tis a nice setting! And smells deliciosa.
Today was really, really good for some reason. Other than goddamned carts, oh and screwing up on that shop, I had a really good time. A certain someeeebody was working, which I think may have helped things along.
Songs I never, ever...
Watchutterly compelling in its simplicity…
“I’m the reaper of bond/
called the arrival/
tear into the night”
Oh, goofy justin vernon. You enchant me.
the leap, the challenge.
Today, was just another day.
Walked to work, just like I will have to tomorrow, and just like I had to walk home yesterday. It’s not far, and walking is nice. But I wish I was doing it because it’s an option, not out of necessity. How unfortunate. Work was…normal. My co-worker was hyper off her 4 shots of espresso and white mocha, blechh. She was bouncing off walls and talking...
Pardon?
Marco: Do you blaze?
Me: Huh?
Marco: Do you blaze?
Me: What?
Marco: Do you blaze?
Me: I'm sorry, what was that?
and so on, and so forth.
I have HORRIBLE audio comprehension skills. I wish life came with subtitles...
round 2
Guy I Have a Completely Unrequited Crush On: How goes it?
Me: Oh, it goes. You?
Guy I Have a Completely Unrequited Crush On: Not bad...
Me: You won a bet?
sighhhhhhhhh.
Did you go to montreal or hide behind the package store? You’re hanging out with your old friends, with them they knew you’d see the end. You’re in so much trouble can’t hide in your covers. It’s forgetting that would beat it all, easier when they don’t ever call. I don’t think I want to think about it, how the fall is coming down. The light is leaving and...
Stars
It kind of makes you want to cry and smile simultaneously. Beautiful in it’s simplicity, intriguing in it’s intricate composition. The lyrics are heartbreakingly honest and true and damn do they make you want to have a fling just so you can have a uncomfortable encounter in the rain as tragic and melancholy as depicted. “I’m not sorry I met you,/ I’m not sorry...
Gripes of a Grievous Giant
Alright here. Let’s think about the things in my life that DON’T completely suck: - My fwends. Always there for me, even when they’re in different cities, states…etc. - My…dad? He’s a good guy, in his own way. I disagree with some of his decisions, his extreme tolerance for things that shouldn’t be tolerated, and his ornery nature. Oh, so that’s...
I'm the reaper
Frustrated. I guess that’s the best way to demonstrate how I feel right now. Oh, and maybe a little hopeless, and helpless. Unworthy? Not good enough? Nor smart enough or interesting enough? I’m not a compelling person. I do not excite, or inspire. Even now I’m angering myself because of this pity party I love to attend. I shouldn’t have these feelings, I shouldn’t...
