not far yet

sleeping on an air mattress tonight, homesick a little

i hate the feeling, especially when it is so undeserved

as i am only 114 mi from home, embarking on a convivial four-day hedonfest

and already whining like a little bitch, тяв-тяв

people describe their n(au)stalgia as making their hearts heavy, like with density

but i think it's more of a hollowness, an empty room longing to be arranged with the furniture to recreate what was

thank you for saying that

trying not to be a little bitch about the fact that this memorial day weekend may be a terrible idea. at least i'm not fighting in the civil war, so i will try to maintain a nicole kidman-esque poise. between the diesel stop and cold mountain, i've been thinking about war a lot recently.

rasskazy

you should read Arkady Babchenko's "The Diesel Stop"

hauser

after years of effort, i had a lucid dream

chort u lev

What the hell, Chuck! That puppy's so nice.

ny excuse

Um okay, well stop making me then

haha you regret me

i just got a new alarm clock for my room. if i don't get out of bed when it wakes me up, it'll pee on my floor.

think happiness

enjoying a glass of ralph's cheapest white wine

every night i go to bed in anticipation of where my dreamself will go

caffeine in my shoulders

что ты хочешь от жизни?

bison

My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.

oh my body

taylor swift makes me want to go on an anorexia diet

good will

All of a sudden it struck me that I was driving at a crazy speed; that the car was leaping up the road, like a conjurer swallowing yards of ribbon; but I glanced at the speedometer-needle: it was trembling at fifty kilometers; and there passed by, in slow succession, pines, pines, pines.

this is water

Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life

westmoreland

gambol through the gamble house

living will

anything i have owned, you may not have. burn it all

Mukhtars Fødselsdag

i want to move back to dk!

kolibri mazsola

found a raw steak on my chaise. tragedy

rise over run

doing algebra worksheets and listening to the entirety of miss saigon

the terrible vengeance

At the hour when the sunset is fading and the stars have not yet appeared, the moon does not shine, but it is already frightening to walk in the forest: unbaptized children clamber up the trees, clutching at the branches; they sob, guffaw, roll in a tangle on the road and in the spreading nettles; maidens who destroyed their souls run out of the Dnieper's waves one after another; the hair streams from their green heads onto their shoulders, water runs loudly burbling down their long hair onto the ground; and a maiden shines through the a water as though a shirt of glass; her lips smile strangely, her cheeks flush, her eyes lure one's soul out . . . she would burn up with love, she would kiss you to death . . . Flee, Christian man! her mouth is ice, her bed the cold water; she will tickle you all over and drag you into the river.

plumet attack

valjean is listening to the les miserables soundtrack

the look of linen

beating like a hammer

big mayday

i'm awake i'm awake

I will get there around 630 meet you by tommy Trojan? You are the only one I want to see!!! :) - CC

extreme lol 6:30 am. It's almost 7 and i'm still in bed.

i'm excited to be sitting next to the smartest person in the graduating class.

don't touch my fish

In every big biography there is a period of work as a waitress in a bar, or as a dockworker. This is a temporary stage in the development of a personality. Indeed, that period in my life dragged on.

just watched rusalka with y.tuckersman. liked it.

couldn't find YT this noon when i woke up. she wasn't in her bed or in the gym, but her cell phone and laptopwilbur were still in the apartment. i felt Left Behind

feel like a wrung towel

yesterday we climbed to the hollywood sign. spent the entire today helping the rock star move out of his cave. my body is in a state of death. exercise is quite strenuous because first you have to physically exert yourself for several minutes/hours, and then you have to whine about it for several days afterwards.

it took three days, threats of the sheriff, a fake no parking sign, a moving truck the size of texas, a stolen bass, and a beer and clothesline run, but the creative maniac has left the building

the time upon us

was just released from my last class of the undergraduate experience

my bedroom smells like cupcakes but where are the cupcakes

our beloved chalfonte rock star is moving out. we will miss him terribly. i am also keeping my fingers crossed for a smokin' hot new neighbor.

hot stone bowl bi bim bap

feeling really good about the people who are constants in my life and the parade of visitors who make their way through.

buca is making me a graduation dinner

commencement

Hey baby. wake up from your asleep. we have arrived onto the future
And the whole world is become elektronik. supersonik.

All systems gone!
Prepare for downcount!

5....4....3....1! Off blast!

sweet potato fries

as part of my duty as a functioning member of this modern society, i am learning a little more about macs every day

our internet has been out in our apartment for a week+; it's been suffocating, not liberating

two middle-schoolers just told me i have a nice body. thank you, little boys

going to lunch right now at the 2-9 with my favorite professor

шах и мат

[Event "Thursday Spring Final"]
[Site "?"]
[Date "2010.04.29"]
[Round "?"]
[White "Chen, Valerie"]
[Black "Peters, Jack"]
[Result "0-1"]
[ECO "D00"]
[PlyCount "46"]
[SourceDate "2010.04.29"]

1. d4 Nf6 2. Nf3 d5 3. Nc3 Bf5 4. b3 e6 5. e3 Bb4 6. Bd2 O-O 7. Be2 c5 8. O-O Nc6 9. Re1 Rc8 10. Ng5 cxd4 11. exd4 Nxd4 12. Bb5 Bxc3 13. Re3 Nxb5 14. Qe2 Nd4 15. Qd1 Bxd2 16. Qxd2 Nxc2 17. Rc1 Nxe3 18. Qxe3 Qb6 19. Qd2 Qd4 20. Rd1 Qxd2 21. g3 Qxd1+ 22. Kg2 Rc1 23. Nxh7 Qh1# 0-1

although i lasted two extra moves this time over last time, it pains me to have to replay this sad, misguided game

i just realized a few hours ago that my game analysis is due in a few hours and now i'm stuck playing chess at one in the morning with myself and mymissy

i recently inherited every hilary duff song ever made from khenkel, and i'm reluctant to delete things i haven't at least tried to listen to, so by the end of this culling i will be familiar with the entire duff oeuvre

parkside

was talking to keith about how d.a.n.c.e almost appears to be the most remixed song ever, with its countless remix incarnations

i have recently discovered justice - d.a.n.c.e (rehearsal)

not gonna lie, makes me want to cry a little

i'm going to go to echo park and get a library card so i can keep reading DFW

perspective

Last night I tried to meditate to get some perspective on things, meaning to make my problems matter less. The last (and only other time) I tried to meditate was with my father, when I was in elementary school. I fell asleep, curled on the floor. My pa, on the other hand, was a predigious meditator, though I'm not sure how much he does it anymore. I used to bop into my parents' walk-in closet and stumble upon him sitting cross-legged on the floor in the dark. I would scream out of startled fright and this would de-trance him and generally piss him off.

My head is usually so awash with images and words and paranoia that it's impossible for me to clear my mind. The intrusions subsided after sitting for some time. I was near approximating abyss when my cell phone went off - I died a thousand deaths from the shock. Afterwards, I was a ball of nerves, with thundering blood pressure and a muffled buzzing in my ears.

the mandrake

my watch tan says it's summertime

daft punk is playing in my house

there is something about the way the water is piped through the chalfonte, that when my over-neighbors turn on their water, it sounds as if torrents of water are literally sluicing down my bedroom walls/
mate an electrical connector to its socket and electricity comes sluicing out
the water comes sluicing down and the electric-city sluices out

my library books are overdue

i just tried lindemans peche lambic at father's office (sm) and it was one of the most delicious things i've ever had.
i really need to sleep