Returning
home from school is not all it's cracked up to be. It's awkward.
Lonely. Oppressive. At times ridiculous. Thank heavens for Sean and
Scott.
Today, hot tropical winds
interrupted our bleakly midwestern summer. Tornados, lightening storms,
torrential downpours--the possibilities are endless. For now the wind
is a thick wool scarf, slowly winding around my limbs. This
mummification brings me joy, reminders of sweet texas summers. I wish I
could sleep naked in my hammock tonight.
Currently listening to: Heart It Races By Architecture in Helsinki
aedan June 15, 2007 02:46 PM PDT Kansas summers were like walking into a new life you keep stored up in the attic during the other seasons. Walking outside into that blast furnace seemed to purify everything in such a subtle way.
Lisa June 10, 2007 01:09 AM PDT The heat wraps around me like a hot bath and beads of sweat run down my body.
FauxPoeFoe May 27th Female Lindenhurst
My Life As: A sort of quirky girl with big dreams and the alarming tendency to say exactly what she thinks (even to her grandmother).
I'm a nineteen year-old aspiring revolutionary. I would love to sit down and discuss life with you over coffee and a cigarette. Those are the kinds of people who you really value in your life. The ones you can discuss current events, lit, and pretentious music with over coffee and cigarettes. My sister is my hero. Most days my brother is my best friend.
My first blog entry, so very long ago: Allright, I have finally put all these insane thoughts in my head onto the internet for billions of psychos to have complete access to. Why? Because after seeing what happened to Kurt's PRIVATE JOURNALS i figure i better just put it all online so my brother can't sell my journals for millions of dollars once i'm dead. Plus ink and paper was getting pretty expensive. I can't promise you that this won't be boring but i am really hoping it isn't. I mean i'm a pretty interesting person and once i've had a White Chocolate Carmel Oreo Chiller from Gloria Jean's i'm ready to start spilling my guts. Once again...YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
"All the cracks you see can be repaired
and if you start to fall, we will be there
don't drown yourself in all your old regrets
because all the heaviness will steal away your breath
step out of that life
it's nowhere near your time
and don't forget you called it all bullshit
it still is and if you stop giving into it
you will walk away the freest man
shake your head
loosen your grip
raise up your fist
you are the freest man
open your mouth
scream it out loud
forget all your doubt
you are the freest man"
-Tilly and the Wall
I am constantly reading. My current obsessions are Haruki Murakami and F. Scott Fitzgerald. In spite of this, I would not yet consider myself well-read. I have yet to tackle the Russians and I forget books very easily.
I waffle between co-dependent and fiercly independent.
I despise bullshit and cliches. I am impressed by honesty and candor. I do not mean to offend people by the things I say. I respect individuals' opinions (even if I disagree).
I'm trying to learn Czech so I can travel to Prague with my grandfather next summer. If I can convince him to go with me. I wish so much that I knew him better.
I like vintage and retro stuff. Especially clothing. And cigarette holders/ashtrays from the 60s. I have reached that stage in life where I desperately desire an apartment to decorate and a kitchen to cook in. I can be very domestic when I'm in the mood.
I did not think I was very smart until I came to college. I wish I had realized my potential sooner in life.
I am idealistic as well as cynically realistic. It makes for quite the internal struggle.
I am not emotionally affected by children. I don't dislike them, but babies don't make me all hot and bothered. I don't intend to have children until I am thirty.
My brother, the magician. I'm his lovely assistant.
