December 2009
31 posts
Keeping my Eyes on the road.
Driving from dropping my sister off, I listened to Andrew Bird. Armchair Apocrypha… the full album. No skips, no repeats, flawless and effortless transitions. I noticed how different it was listening to it over the car speakers versus on my computer. I wanted so badly to close my eyes and curl up and let that music eat me up. But I was driving and had to keep my eyes on the road.
I miss you too much for words. So here’s a...
Hoorah!
For me, the best presents are the presents I buy myself. Because after this semester, I definitely deserve some new lingerie and a pipe of sorts.
The e-mail I would really like to write Mr. Dorr,...
Hey, Mr. Dorr!
It was really great seeing you today. It made me realize how much I just miss being around you, whether watching you interact with the students you teach, engaging in playful banter with you, or purely absorbing the knowledge that you so eagerly feed me. While I was a little disappointed that you weren’t (or didn’t seem) happier to see me, getting that wonderful hug...
Christmas
This Christmas will be different.
But different doesn’t always mean bad, and I’m trying my best to keep that in mind.
I usually hate reblogging super-long chain/lists,...
Stereotyping People by their Favorite Indie Bands
The XX Blog enthusiasts who thought wearing a keffiyeha was awesome.
Passion Pit Bros vaguely interested in listening to music and very interested in having sex with their girlfriend.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs Girls who bought checkered sneakers in the 8th grade.
Fleet Foxes Hopelessly patchy beard growers.
TV On The Radio Politically-correct...
Different.
Things would be a whole lot different if you actually read this.
Us.
I like to think that we are Us not because we’re together, but that we’re together because we are Us.
(Image courtesy of ExplodingDog)
I HATE MY BODY!
Just kidding.
In fear of sounding like an insecure and self-conscious pre-teen, I’ll preface it with this: I am happy with the way I am and I wouldn’t change anything [much] about myself.
No, I’m just finally coming to terms with the fact that I really dislike my “wide African nose” and my crooked Webster smile and my “wide African feet” and my...
So Pretty.
I StumbledUpon Dan Gneiding’s blog, grayhood and it is sooo cool. Check it out:
http://grayhood.com/?page_id=16
Here are some of my favorite images:
Sore.
It’s okay. The soreness doesn’t bother me because I know I am sore because of you.
CAR-TOON!
I am making a comic strip. It will be fantastic.
FrostBite.
We lay curled in the waterless fountain. Me, at least, thinking that curling will make my shivering end and the warmth begin. The snow was welcome, however- welcome on my bag and on patches of grass, and my eyelashes. You were more concerned with the smoke and your frozen fingers, and I’d like to think that you ignored it for just one second to, instead, gaze up above us at the gray and...
Ventilation.
I went and visited Andie today, and it was so wonderful. I told her everything. Everything. And she listened.
And I love her because I never feel like I’m talking too much or get scared that she will be annoyed with my stories. If so, she tells me.
And that is love, really.
Another Poem.
Something I am in the process of writing for Intro to College Writing. I don’t think I can write poetry without time increments.
Catherine- Sunday 1:30 pm My toes are pale and I will my sheets, blankets, around me. Wintery frozen fingers, lazy brain, itchy eyes. His coat sits in my chair and watches me snooze. 3:45 pm He has been awake for hours, wet thumbs pacing through miles...
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