'Cause in my head, there's a Greyhound station, where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations, so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here.
    -- "SOUL MEETS BODY", DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
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I have moved from _trappedinabox to e_xitmusic.

I created this account about a month ago to start anew after four ( Read more... )

I'm failing at everything that I could possibly be failing in right now, and I'm scared of what will come next.

• I forgot to submit my JOUR199 midterm report and timesheets last Friday. I just plain forgot that I even had to do this, while I was just looking forward so much to the weekend and hanging out with my friends, and even the possibility of ( Read more... )

Christina Ann Lee, undergraduate journalism student and active service volunteer, died Sunday at Howard University Hospital of a severe head injury. She was 19.
   Ms. Lee was with friends at the 9:30 Club on 815 V. St., Washington, D.C., to see electronica punk group Head Automatica perform. Longtime friend Meshawn Jackson saw Ms. Lee get ( Read more... )

Angela (a.k.a. Lala),
   Who knew that when you first called me 'Nana', you were giving me the namesake of two (apparently) really famous manga characters? I was looking up the term 'nana' on Wikipedia and then stumbled upon an article that talks about the basic plot. Their tale has even been made into a movie. I only wish that the mangas were ( Read more... )

(+ PLUSES:)

• Greg watched me get four tickets see Death Cab for Cutie on their second night at the 9:30 Club. I was at work, with eyes practically glued to the computer screen, refreshing every minute till 10:00 AM struck. The whole spectacle had the excitement of a sporting event, I swear.
• The same day, I went to my interview for an internship at ( Read more... )

This acquaintance of mine made me realize the obvious.
ME (12:12:06 AM): Hahah I'll stop rambling before I stop making sense.
L IS F0R LUSH (12:12:19 AM): ....as if you ever started...
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I still have a ton on my mind; I haven't been able to get anything out of me yet. Soon.

. . . & as I gently sip this drink, I think about my lack of future & all of the places I could learn to fall in love. I know I shouldn't waste my time wishing I'd been better designed, yet for some reason I still think . . .
      I am wrecked. I am overwhelmed. (I'm also fed up with the fucking common cold.)
   -- "ATTRACTIVE TODAY", MOTION CITY ( Read more... )

Not even two hours ago, I was pacing up and down Gerard Drive, back and forth past the house where the beer pong was lively and the drinkers were cheerful, trying to prove to myself that I was sober. I walked in a perfectly straight line on the curb, yet I wanted to call every person who even matters, and imagine that I was gazing at their eyes ( Read more... )

   . . . why the past 48 hours have been practically perfect:

1. Was reunited with Linzee for the first time since Suneetha's 21st birthday party this summer. She taught me so much to play on my guitar, not to mention that she also tuned my poor thing for the first time in two years (yeah, whoops).
2. Also that night, we went to see Joshua's apartment ( Read more... )

I'm a . . . thumbprint on the window on a skyscraper.
   I'm a . . . smudge of excrement on a tissue,
   surging out to see with a million tons of raw sewage.
See, right there. Just what you just said, that is beautiful.
A smudge of excrement. Surging out to see. I can never write that.    Neither can I, actually. I think it's Bukowski.
  -- ( Read more... )