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nevver: Scope Miami

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 19:48:00 -0500

nevver:

Scope Miami

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Wed, 01 Dec 2010 21:13:14 -0500

frexmuffin: observando: love this!!!

Thu, 25 Nov 2010 00:08:49 -0500

frexmuffin:

observando:

love this!!!

frexmuffin: for shappy

Tue, 16 Nov 2010 15:36:24 -0500

frexmuffin:

for shappy

a poetry phase?

Sun, 14 Nov 2010 17:01:42 -0500

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 your getting lost,
May seem as if it should have been a quarry—
Great monolithic knees the former town
Long since gave up pretense of keeping covered.
And there’s a story in a book about it:
Besides the wear of iron wagon wheels
The ledges show lines ruled southeast-northwest,
The chisel work of an enormous Glacier
That braced his feet against the Arctic Pole.
You must not mind a certain coolness from him
Still said to haunt this side of Panther Mountain.
Nor need you mind the serial ordeal
Of being watched from forty cellar holes
As if by eye pairs out of forty firkins.
As for the woods’ excitement over you
That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves,
Charge that to upstart inexperience.
Where were they all not twenty years ago?
They think too much of having shaded out
A few old pecker-fretted apple trees.
Make yourself up a cheering song of how
Someone’s road home from work this once was,
Who may be just ahead of you on foot
Or creaking with a buggy load of grain.
The height of the adventure is the height
Of country where two village cultures faded
Into each other. Both of them are lost.
And if you’re lost enough to find yourself
By now, pull in your ladder road behind you
And put a sign up CLOSED to all but me.
Then make yourself at home. The only field
Now left’s no bigger than a harness gall.
First there’s the children’s house of make-believe,
Some shattered dishes underneath a pine,
The playthings in the playhouse of the children.
Weep for what little things could make them glad.
Then for the house that is no more a house,
But only a belilaced cellar hole,
Now slowly closing like a dent in dough.
This was no playhouse but a house in earnest.
Your destination and your destiny’s
A brook that was the water of the house,
Cold as a spring as yet so near its source,
Too lofty and original to rage.
(We know the valley streams that when aroused
Will leave their tatters hung on barb and thorn.)
I have kept hidden in the instep arch
Of an old cedar at the waterside
A broken drinking goblet like the Grail
Under a spell so the wrong ones can’t find it,
So can’t get saved, as Saint Mark says they mustn’t.
(I stole the goblet from the children’s playhouse.)
Here are your waters and your watering place.
Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

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Tue, 22 Sep 2009 02:28:23 -0400

epic playlist...looking for additions

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 20:16:39 -0400

“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 Sara

im so confused and pissed right now

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 04:00:49 -0400

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 would you knock on someones fucking window and wake them up. you think im gonna just come outside- let you in to the ALL WOMENS DORM-and give you a beej or something?!?! i was like “dude what? im so tired. im going BACK to sleep” “cmon come talk to me for a minute.” emily instructed me to be quiet until he left. “aw cmon sweetie just come talk to me” and he left.

now not only am i pissed that this douche woke me up-im fucking SKETCHED OUT AS SHIT. i feel lke he can see me and is peeking in my window. akgaekrgkalegjkaeklgraerg. im flustered. and i hate sketchy boys.

emily slept talked again about 20 minutes before the window incident.

just called dan back and he didnt answer :(

im afraid im not gonna be able to fall back asleep. i cant tell whether this is freaking me out way too much…or this is rational. but i am still seriously freaked.

ugh

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Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:52:59 -0400

cuteashit

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:37:04 -0400

cuteashit

myroomandsuch

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:28:16 -0400

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 clothing…

today, thought about how different my friends from home are than my friends from school. does that mean I’ve changed a lot? basically that i was a different person when i made my friends from home? or just that i get along w lots of different kinds of people…

im excited to start my new schedule of classes…kinda like a second shot/fresh start

i wish people could understand how things work out, and how happy they are gonna be in the end, and even if the middle stuff gets kinda rough, they shouldn’t let it get them down. i wish i remembered that sometimes too.

I MISS JOJO SHAPIRO