as cheesey as it sounds i really liked snow patrol back in the day.
i listened to some more tonight.

spitting games
how to be dead
run
grazed knees
you're all that i have

... all pretty solid tracks.



i think, anyway. i can't help but go back and listen to stuff from my jimmy eat world, steel train and keane phase.

I Am the New Black

"Every good story I know starts at the very beginning, because like that white lady said in The Sound of Music, it's a very good place to start"-(Tracy Morgan, p. 3)

Started reading this today. I'm already laughing way too much for my own good.

i like it, girl....

new zealand!

so i talked to my aunt for about 2 hours today on skype, trying to figure out what dates to go and what we're going to do.

looks like i'll be there for at least 14 days.

i'm entirely too stoked for words.

today was supposed to be spent with mother-daughter bonding time, unfortunately my mom had to run to work in the middle of the morning and didn't get to come back until 3, my father in tow.

still, we got a bunch of unnecessary items from the indian food mart which made up for everything.

these are definitely my most favorite candy in the world, and i can only get them at international stores.

needless to say i got about 5 packs today. i'll probably be going back relatively soon.

i think i'll be in athens on sunday-tuesday. i'm excited. not that i haven't enjoyed myself at home, it's just.. i miss you guys already.  

sent off another letter today.

i was never young

I was never young, even as a child
Said I was never young
I've always felt beguiled

Oh, I just never smiled
But you have a glow
From an inner sense I'll never know

Because I was never young, even as a boy
No, I was never young
Kindness seemed no ploy to temper or annoy

But you, you have a mind
Full of wonderment I'll never find
Because I was never young

Ever since I was a kid
I've been a brooding basket case 






oh of montreal. i keep liking you more and more each day.


i made another short story blog, i may get daring enough to make it public. we'll see.

i think home's a good look on me right now.

finished my first letter yesterday. it's off and ready to be read.

i'm working on another one today. i have my paint sets out and i have a drawing in mind for this one in particular.

i really enjoy doing this, i wish i'd done this more throughout the semester.

ever notice how much better your body feels after just one glass of water?

a quarter of a watermelon?

and a couple granny smiths?

my parents are spoiling me with good food.

also,

i'm getting back into letter writing.

give me your street addresses
i want to deliver some lovin' to your mailbox


and by lovin' i mean my handwritten note and a couple pictures i draw

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

i need to listen to more bob dylan. i can't stop listening to this song. it just sounds right

greenberg

we went and watched greenberg today.

it was eerily realistic. 

realistic meaning that the actions of ben stiller's character could very well happen to anyone. anyone in need of direction that doesn't try to find it for themselves.

scary.

i'm tired, and i think i need to sleep for a couple days to recover from whatever this is that i'm doing to myself. aka staying up too late and trying to make it through the next day. 

i'm not responsible for anything right now yet i feel entirely stressed out.

i can't wait to go to new zealand.

i lol'd

hmm

i don't know if i want my facebook back anymore.
i think i don't want my phone right now either.

i just want to hide, write, and read.

you know,

in the process of writing that post i realized i was talking to myself.

or maybe i knew that from the start?
duh duh duhhhhhhhhhhhh (cue ominous music?)



i can't wait for friday
i can't keep focusing for much longer.

papers full of worked (haphazardly) problems are strewn around the floor.

am i any smarter for this?

i just want you to be happy

write your wrongs

right your wrongs

and be happy again.

we rule the school