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[23 Jul 2006|04:12pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) 19504. add me & i'll add you & whatever.
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[18 Jul 2006|12:33am] |
everything's fine. i'm crazy. matt & mollie are here, and i'm not allowed in the kitchen because mollie's cooking dinner. i missed matt and i feel great, because he's here. and i'm probably going to hang out with mark tomorrow. so yeah. i don't know. cool. bye.
"you're like a swimming pool, but not as blue, and i fell in. so take my hand, swim around. kiss me hard, until i drown. i wanna be your shirt, i can hug you while you work. i wanna be your wife, you can beat me every night. our new life, a book to write. every page is blank. I AM SICK, SICK OF THIS. EVERY PAGE IS BLANK. I WANNA BE YOUR SHRINK, I'LL GET PAID TO WATCH YOU THINK."
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[16 Jul 2006|12:51am] |
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i am...scared. or, overwhelmed. not sure what to do with myself. slept for twelve hours with mollie last night. i don't even know what to do. i wish i lived alone. tomorrow i'll be alone for a big part of the day. it would be nice to rewind a little bit of tonight. fuck talking. bye.
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[02 Jun 2006|01:27am] |
it is now 1:27am. i just got home from NY and ate a piece of cake. i still have to shower before i sleep. sick.
the city was different tonight from the twenty thousand other times i've been there. it was so CLEAR. i am going to live there and mattlax and i are going to own the world. it's still raining, too.
everything feels okay, but i really need to go to sleep.
oh, and ps: at the musical i saw tonight, freaking...laura bush was there. what? you could see dudes with things in their ears running around all over the place. pretty random.
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[30 May 2006|06:13pm] |
things could look up or down. i don't really know. or care, for that matter. it's all good.
RIP.
"the next screw that falls out is going to be you."
PS: i still haven't written my literary analysis that was due on thursday. i don't know if i'm going to at all. as of right now, i am crawling into bed. so, goodnight.
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[26 May 2006|10:57am] |
mollie and blunder are asleep. i guess i should be, too. x-men was freaking amazing. i'm still stressed over it, really. tonight is a show that i (honestly?) don't want to go to, but it'll be alright. then maybe philly tomorrow? who knows.
i swear i know the best people. i am lucky.
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[19 May 2006|11:25pm] |
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sometimes i forget how good everything can be and then, i guess, i remember. that sounded so stupid. here's a picture to compensate.
whatever you were about to say, you're right.
i miss lots of people. lots and lots.
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[14 May 2006|01:03am] |
"every breath i exhale is a sigh of exhaustion."
i want to just delete everything ever. but honestly, friday was one of the greatest days of my life. or, atleast in a long time. mollie's house, mine brook park, the open house, jenni's, swimming and then taking an amazing shower, waking up completely relaxed to the smell of pancakes and a sunny day, not fucking up the sonata a lot, maybe paul simon, maybe everything. and today, hanging with adam and seeing so many good people, even though shield's is a fucking hell hole and i don't think i'm going back. ever.
god, i don't know what i'm saying, but things are just...good. fuck.
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[11 May 2006|09:23pm] |
i feel like i was born a million years ago, but this'll be a good weekend with lots of sonatas and art. plus, i have a fifteen dollar gift card to itunes that i'm about to spend, and fuck, i'm so excited to not be bored with my music anymore. life only moves forward! right? right? right.
RIP.
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[05 May 2006|11:44pm] |
i handed out programs at the musical last night and tonight. it was so great. i am starting to realize that i just genuinely really enjoy people. i love people. well, most people. this one kid called me a dyke today, i think, when i walked past him or whatever. this is funny. parties in my future. dig. deep. and it's friday, so i'm sleeping unti like, four tomorrow. open house! life! my bags are done, the tote bags i made to selllll. i dig them. i don't know if anyone else will. i'm stenciling everything. it's a rush, to use spraypaint. just knowing that you could fuck property up temporarily, if you wanted to or not. just knowing. i like it. i also like:
1. afi
2. mr. magalio
3. the detroit pistons
4. tortilla chips and gingerale
5. sleep
6. etc.
so, thanks.
ps: if you didn't see the musical, i'm really sorry, because they kicked it.
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[02 May 2006|09:36pm] |
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today i drank a lot of water, and i thought about how zach doesn't like water. that's so weird. finishing the catcher in the rye tonight and everything's okay. a flier that i made is around! and katie barret's birds are on it, and she's so great. i don't really have much to say. i wish the pistons were playing. if they were, they would win. thankyou.
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[26 Apr 2006|09:27pm] |
hi. read this.
somewhere i have never travelled...
by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,
gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence.
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,
i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
EDIT:
I just finished the Humanities 3 placement test. They are actually calling it "Honors World Studies". Fuck that. Humanities 3. We had to type about a piece of literature that "changed" us, or whatever. That shit's so easy. But I did a lot of talking, like this type of talking, so if I don't get in I'll know it's because I talk too much. I really wish I was in amnesty, and that Rob Berringer wasn't across from me with his Led Zeppelin shirt all...on. And on my left side is a girl named Louie, but her real name's Amanda. She's in my chinese class, and I never knew she was a sophmore until this week, but I like her. She's real, and she has nice hair. On my right side, one computer down, is James Leckie. Oh, James Leckie. Part of me says, "What are the odds." I've known him basically as long as I can remember. We don't talk or anything though. I mean, Readington kids don't TALK or anything. That really gets to me. That we can spend almost every waking hour with these people, but it's just...a side dish or something. Serena Hutton is diagonal from me. Serena goddamn Hutton. If life were a game, she would play dirty. Hit people with her baton, or something.
I hope nobody read that. I'm really bored and the bell just rang.
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[24 Apr 2006|06:54pm] |
fucking fire in flemington. pretty intense. i was at wendy's, and was just like, "..oh my god. is anyone else seeing that?" and then everybody looked out the window at this huge cloud of smoke and flames...i love the feeling of chaos. i don't know. two mixes in one day, another notebook, and i'm making my reusable shopping bags for media and feeling pretty dope about it.
note: i have never used the word "dope" in my life.
and then, on thursday, i get to slaughter the polish national anthem in front of a bunch of polish kids that are actually from poland, and then eat food. it is sad that most of us are showing up because there will be actual hot food. haha.
and then life is a question! lfkasdjflk.
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[22 Apr 2006|11:25pm] |
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i am really happy. yeah.
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[20 Apr 2006|08:03am] |
"gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly only to trip at the sound of good-bye. wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders at the empty place inside. heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worries, did he hear a good-bye? or even hello? they are one person, they are two alone, they are three together, they are for each other. stand by the stairway you'll see something certain to tell you confusion has its cost. love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers saying she is lost and choking on hello."
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[16 Apr 2006|12:19pm] |
still public.
happy easter, whatever that really means. "and if you need money for bills this month, my love, i'll cover you. and if you have to lie to everyone, i'll cover up for you. 'cause we're growing older, growing up, just like our parents before us. with your new job at the coffee shop, we're ready for everything." yesterday it was so nice out. today it is, too. i visited adam martin at his job and gave him a hug. he was handing out fliers in his punk-rock uniform since the dog suit hasn't come yet, which was disappointing. then i went to mollie's and we went to the park with brian. gabbie showed up and vinny showed up and then we all went to barley sheaf on that playground. they played catch with a tennis ball ironically from kevinhuang and i watched them from the grass. then at mollie's we watched scrubs, which i tried really hard to think was funny, and it was. i liked it.
today was church. kevin edwards is going to college in colorado. boulder. i want to beat him up. that's so far. he couldn't have picked a farther school. but he'll be happy. blah. family's coming. easter, easter. maybe mark'll come over. that would be nice. kristen is probably home. spring break is winding down, slowly. i'm kind of glad. i only have like...a fucking two day week next week because of american studies trip and get on the motherfucking bus. i'm psyched. yes. it's all good. that thing i talked about? with the plans sorting out and falling into place? this is basically it.
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[14 Apr 2006|02:40pm] |
this is going to be public.
i want to get out.
yesterday was nice. princeton. good people. i like princeton record exchange. i want to go back. the weather has been great, but i have been pretty sick all break, which is stupid. but oh well! a good break. i am happy with it.
i like when things sort out and fall into place. and when the pieces come together to form this bigger picture, when you didn't expect it. or when you can put a puzzle together in your head and find out something else. it's nice. everything in it's right place, i guess. yeah.
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