I think it's time for my weekly trips to Woodstar to begin. The weather is cold- too cold. I was all excited for fall and then I remembered that cold weather makes me want to stay in bed all day watching DVDs and drinking hot cider. I just finished watching Muse's "H.A.A.R.P" DVD. It was fabulous. The cinematography was amazing for a live music DVD and Matthew Bellamy is a God. In general, but also on guitar and piano.
My room is just really really cold.
Well I guess it's off to Comstock for some coffee with the Nasshan.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
mordecai
The week of school before vacation was terrible. Just...so much work...so much coffee...and so much doubt. There was no need for the doubt and I got through the week, so I guessm there's no reason to talk about that any more. My life has been consumed by playing guitar, chilling with Paul, hanging out with my dan, scrounging for gas money, and reading for class. This vacation has been so relaxing. I finished everything I needed to and now I can just listen to music or play music with Dan/Sydney.
Last night everything kind of came out. I confronted the issue, and the fact that he understood where I was coming from says a lot about him. I will be by his side through everything and I really just want him to get his life on track again.
Last night everything kind of came out. I confronted the issue, and the fact that he understood where I was coming from says a lot about him. I will be by his side through everything and I really just want him to get his life on track again.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
:)
I had the most amazing birthday in the entire world. Seriously, there's no way it could have been better.
Sparknotes:
-The great apple heist
-Making caramel apples for ourselves and the world
-Playing music
-Traveling to Amherst for wings
-Riky drawing a moustache on me
-Being with people I love
-Dancing, singing, hookah, and feeling awesome
I'm so excited for Wednesday but not so much excited for the rest of the week. Then fall break comes and things are spectacular.
Sparknotes:
-The great apple heist
-Making caramel apples for ourselves and the world
-Playing music
-Traveling to Amherst for wings
-Riky drawing a moustache on me
-Being with people I love
-Dancing, singing, hookah, and feeling awesome
I'm so excited for Wednesday but not so much excited for the rest of the week. Then fall break comes and things are spectacular.
Friday, September 26, 2008
play that song until purple glitter emerges from the woods


Lethargy
Antibiotics
Paper-writing
I can't make myself enjoy school right now. I've been trying, though. Met a really good vocalist from Umass. We're trying to get together a band and went to Panera last Tuesday to talk about what we want to do. He had the city from Coheed and Cambria's first album tattooed on his arm and I thought that was pretty rad. Reminded me of Kevin because he has a similar tattoo. Regardless of what I said in my last post, making new friends is awfully exciting.
I made my birthday list and there are like three things on it. A necklace, some booties, and a baseball shirt from AA. This is the post of sentence fragments. Oh well.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
spring and by summer fall
The weather is changing and I am excited. Nothing evokes a warm feeling like putting on a hoodie and a scarf, or a pair of boots and a blazer. My birthday is coming up soon and I need to think of something fantastic to ask for. Clothes are unexciting and uncreative to me.
I am slowly finding myself in a more positive place even though my dependency on caffeine is outrageous and my class readings are strangers to my eyes. My love for solitude has been replenished since returning to Smith and I find great pleasure in alone time. Maybe too much alone time. I don't really talk to many people around campus except for the people I already know and I feel like I may be wasting an opportunity to put myself out there as a person. Strangely I feel comfortable and settled with what I have, and when the time comes where I want more, I have the tools to do so. I don't need to have a lot of friends to be happy. There are at least 13 people in my contacts who I could have a four hour conversation with whenever I feel like it. That to me, is irreplaceable and special. I'd rather have close friends anyway. I find myself much more satisfied when people fall into my life unexpectedly and without force.
I am slowly finding myself in a more positive place even though my dependency on caffeine is outrageous and my class readings are strangers to my eyes. My love for solitude has been replenished since returning to Smith and I find great pleasure in alone time. Maybe too much alone time. I don't really talk to many people around campus except for the people I already know and I feel like I may be wasting an opportunity to put myself out there as a person. Strangely I feel comfortable and settled with what I have, and when the time comes where I want more, I have the tools to do so. I don't need to have a lot of friends to be happy. There are at least 13 people in my contacts who I could have a four hour conversation with whenever I feel like it. That to me, is irreplaceable and special. I'd rather have close friends anyway. I find myself much more satisfied when people fall into my life unexpectedly and without force.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
when losing a mind is like losing a pair of car keys
I lost my mind somewhere over the border
Can't remember my name or my favorite song
Words don't come easily anymore
But I guess somebody gave me this pen
Still though
It will never be my own pen
I don't know where that is
Someday I hope to meet my vocabulary
My birthday, my love, my music--all unexpectedly
Maybe encounter them in a dark alley one night
Lacerate them, then put them back together
Because they need to fit just right
With no gaps or spaces
Then I'll tell them to go home
That is
If I can recognize them in the first place
Can't remember my name or my favorite song
Words don't come easily anymore
But I guess somebody gave me this pen
Still though
It will never be my own pen
I don't know where that is
Someday I hope to meet my vocabulary
My birthday, my love, my music--all unexpectedly
Maybe encounter them in a dark alley one night
Lacerate them, then put them back together
Because they need to fit just right
With no gaps or spaces
Then I'll tell them to go home
That is
If I can recognize them in the first place
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