December 2010
2 posts
November 2010
3 posts
a poetry phase?
Obsessed with Directive, Robert Frost.
Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather, There is a house that is no more a house Upon a farm that is no more a farm And in a town that is no more a town. The road there, if you’ll let a guide direct you Who only has at heart...
September 2009
6 posts
epic playlist...looking for additions
“Naked as we came” Iron and wine
“I’m like a bird” Nelly
“cherry” Ratatat
“For the windows in paradise..” Sufjan Stevens
“Lazy Eye” Silversun Pickups
“Where do I begin” Chemical Bros
“Maps” Yeah yeah yeahs
“Jigsaw falling into place” Radiohead
“Back in your head” Tegan and...
im so confused and pissed right now
ended the night sweetley chatting it up w cat and kare. (drunk kare was totally hilar)
passed out. apparently tbey called me at 2 and dan called me at three. awoke to sharp knocking…assuming their would be a drunk cecil slore at the door. nope.
it was a complete stranger KNOCKING ON MY WINDOW…”excuse me…come talk to me sweethearttt…” i was just like what? why...
myroomandsuch
i love my room. it just feels so homey- the lanterns and everything.
it confuses me when i think about how this room was just a concrete box two weeks ago. neither emily nor i had ever set foot in it. two probable lezzie/noobz had occupied it last year.
i think i become more attatched to material things than normal people. (this room), my crackberry, my ipod, certain (all) articles of my...