Saturday, June 02, 2007
[because you don't need another lampshade]

I'll be your snail.
I'll come out when it rains
             and grow brittle in the sun.
    I'll fertilize your garden
       and accent your most expensive entree.
             I'll leave behind a trail
          so you can find me at a moment's notice.
I will be a rare treat.
    an occasional joy.
          a distant memory.


Currently listening to:
Boxer
By The National



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Saturday, May 26, 2007
["The world is full of people who will go their whole lives and not actually live one day. She did not intend on being one of them."

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Joyeux Anniversaire à moi


Currently listening to:
Raised By Wolves




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Sunday, May 13, 2007
[everything was beautiful and nothing hurt]

Finals are over. I pierced my lip. I'm home.



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Currently listening to:
Boxer
By The National



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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
[death week]

I am now double majoring in Journalism (with an emphasis in Magazine and Publishing) and Creative Writing.

woot.

oh and I love Justin Bowsher. He writes protest letters in my honor (among other things).

carry on.


Currently listening to:
Loney, Noir
By Loney Dear



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Saturday, April 21, 2007
[four twenty was yesterday....woot]

My anxiety reminds me of venom from the old spiderman cartoons.
You remind me of all the reasons I have to be content.
God is constantly reminding me of his grace.
My brother reminds me that life is to be lived vibrantly and with reckless abandon.
Sean reminds me that there is a steady comfort available to me.
The tapioca in bubble tea reminds me of fish eyes.
Panera's iced green tea reminds me of lizard spit.
Murakami reminds me of the elemental beauty of the world.
Loney, Dear reminds me of the feeling of infinity.

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Thursday, April 12, 2007
[Kurt Vonnegut 1922-2007]

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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
[An Excerise in Decisions: Parts 1-4]

[An Excerise in Decisions: Part 1]

Two roads diverged before me, and I took the one my parents suggested. It was a fine road, and I was left with a general sense of happiness and contentment. But it was no way to leave a legacy, no way to rock the boat (or myself). It was a stagnant bliss, and infected wound of pleasure.

[An Excerise in Decisions: Part 2]

Two roads diverged before me, and I took the one with the better celebrity playlist. Name-dropping abounded, but the conversation amounted to mere puddles---spills of experience easily removed with the quilted quicker-picker-upper. There I stood, feeling ridiculous in my life jacket and water shoes. I expected whelming floods of verbal discource---waves of intellect and an ocean's worth of substance! Now I'd be content to be stranded on a hipster sandbar.

[An Excerise in Decisions: Part 3]

Two roads diverged before me, and I took the one with your footprints. Not prints all starred and slender, but non-descript impressions of a quiet potential. Your steady steps were soon matched by my eager gait. Our footprints began to blend in the soft dirt. (what happens next?)

[An Excerise in Decisions: Part 4]

Two roads diverged before me, and I didnt know what to do. I panicked. No one was there to guide or advise me. I didn't actually have to choos either. I could simply return to my previous path. It was a steady, reliable, path. Any trials were excused by tradition. My devotion grew from the faceless fear---change. Familiarity may breed contempt in some, but in me it bred a comfortable content. There is an unprecedented safety within that which we have always known. A choice demands acton, which in turn requires preference, conviction, and courage. I was lacking all.


Currently listening to:
Yellow House
By Grizzly Bear



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What's brewing?  

[dream poems, anxiety, and stretchy bunny rabbits]

Last night there was the most amazing thunderstorm. I sat on my bed, faced pressed up against the window screen, and listened for hours. Well, I spent portions of those hours watching Alladin with Jade and reading King Lear. But much of my evening was devoted to storm gazing.

This is my last day of class before the ever-so-fabulous 5 day weekend known as Easter Break. My family will be coming down on friday, and then I get to have an entire week of quality time with my brother. Yes, Scott will be spending his spring break at good ol' Assbury, with frequent trips to Lex Vegas (what the frat boys call lexington). Anticipations abounds.

Hopefully this shall suffice for the moment, bursts of creativity to follow shortly.


Currently listening to:
Come, I'm a Lion
By Page France



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Saturday, March 10, 2007
[Why I am no longer a brilliant blogger (in the form of an almost-brilliant blog entry)]

I used to write on my blog obsessively. I would document each moment of teen angst in the midst of my suffering. Each emotion was typed out in an attempt to rid my body of negativity. If I was sad, I wrote about it. If I was scorned by an almost lover, I wrote about it. If a cute boy smiled at me, I wrote about it. And I was witty as hell. My pop culture references were cunning and timely. My musical suggestions were always top notch. But now that I am a sophomore in college, I don’t usually have my laptop with me when I am in the depths of despair. My angst is restricted to my car and my boyfriend’s loving shoulder. The emotions come and leave like the ocean tides. The crabs come out when the sun goes down. We chase them with flashlights and sand buckets until the tide rises over the sandcastles and into the bonfire hole that we dug out earlier. So we run to higher ground. The safety of a beach house. Coke floats, and sand between our toes. An old sci-fi movie and wet hair on someone else’s pillow. The sounds of wind and sea intermixed to form a cacophony of tropical lullabyes.

And yet, here I am. Typing for YOU (butmostlyforme).

Listen to Grizzly Bear. Read Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan. Shop local. Love more.


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Wednesday, February 28, 2007
[fashionably late]

Devoted readers,

This year, I was only able to compile a Single Awareness Day e.p. I didn't even burn it and send it to people. I'm just a crack in the ass of humanity. All apologies.

Without further ado:
Single Awareness Day 2007 [the e.p.]
aka "Blame Justin, he stole my inspiration"

Little Black Ache------------------Bishop Allen
Busted Heart-----------------------Bishop Allen
Honk, If You're Lonely Tonight-----Silver Jews

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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).

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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


My Contributions to Cyberspace:

PJ Soles was here

Someone's Heroine

Skallelujah Rudegirl
   


Eight things you should know (about me):
  • 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.
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    My brother, the magician. I'm his lovely assistant.



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