soooo... my holiday "break" was, admittedly, quite awesome. It was difficult to admit that, I assure you. I spent precisely one week away from Santa Cruz, I visited my gramparents, my grandparents, friends, and I further explored some caves- delightful. Today I got back at 12:00 PM or so, and then went to work. After work -9:30 PM or so- I was ( Read more... )

( unbelievable? )

but these are some books I need to read:

The Bell Jar
Catch-22
Lolita
Valis
Crime and Punishment
Notes from Underground
Okkervil River (lol)
The Metamorphosis
The Divine Comedy

and that should do for now.

Jonnie and I: Unabridged ( Read more... )

I've been reading this incredible book called "The Transmigration of Timothy Archer," by Philip K. Dick (dick, lol), and there is this fucking amazing part in it where Timothy Archer, the Bishop of California, (inspired by the actual Bishop of California James Pike) is having a conversation with his mistress's schizophrenic son. Now, see, the ( Read more... )

Well, I was slightly encouraged by Veronica's continual updates of her own livejournal, and decided that it wouldn't be a terrible idea for me to try this out again. I am also trying to not turn my back on posts that no longer apply to me, because previously I often deleted such relics of the past, and there are a number of things in the few ( Read more... )

So I just got done with deleting almost half of the emails that had accumulated in my inbox for the last 3 years, and I am very amused because this Mogwai song came on that perfectly suited my actions. You see when I described this song to my buddy Adam, I told him that it felt like one of those moments in a movie where the main character is doing ( Read more... )

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. . . and thus I realize that the only thing on Earth I can find permanent solace in is my God-given ability to create music. I always feel alone, and I have reached a conclusion that I will always feel alone as long as I think a "significant other" will remedy that. Music is the only thing that has ever made me feel completely whole, and I ( Read more... )

Birds birds birds, don't try to catch them with nets, but do set out nectar for surely they'll nest. And oh they'll come as you wish you shall see, always drawn back as long as you supply something sweet -oh but why'd I let you go. . . I guess I still don't know. But at least I've made some good friends, like Old Man Regret, and his son whom I don ( Read more... )