A request for the reputable and extraordinary Decemberists from a bashful yet diehard fan... Words can not express the elation that overcame me upon seeing that you, one of my favourite bands of all time were going on tour. However, I'm afraid to say, that my elation was matched by distress when I discovered that during this surely epic and mind ( Read more... )

Hummingbird was the best two weeks of my life.  It was unspeakably blissful.  It felt like a dream.  I've never been so happy in my entire life as there.  I'm so terribly euphoric, I barely know what to do with myself.  That's a lie.  I'm living.

Camp Pictures


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I miss LA.

I miss The Museum of Jurassic Technology.

I miss the tea room.

I miss David Wilson.

In-N-Out was good too.

I've been pretty miserable. Pretty damn miserable. I hate myself.

On am more interesting note, today in 1918, the U.S. officially entered WWI.

One day when I was in seventh grade, I arrived at school wearing an enormous pink shirt given to me from a breast cancer awareness walk with the words “Victoria’s Secret Sensations” adorning the front. I’d been one of the last ones to receive a shirt; therefore I was given an XXXL size. Why they make so many that big, I think, no one will ever ( Read more... )

Today, I met Helen Fisher. I've been looking forward to her coming since last semester. She is my hero. I went into a small, exclusiveish meeting with her and other students before the big presentation, and was taken aback with ecstacy. Afterwards, she told me that I'd asked the most perfect, best questions she'd heard and it was exactly waht ( Read more... )

Scarlet Fever is the greatest thing since anorexia. I am emaciated.

I barely survived the most atrociously wretched day imaginable. Everyone experiences days like it: everything sets you off, everything infuriates you, and everything goes as wrong as possible. While I thrived in the midst of one, I breathed an exasperated sigh of relief when the long awaited end arrived after a dreaded double period of biology ( Read more... )

I have a boyfriend. Wow. Me. Is it bad that I feel guilty for simply being in the relationship?

I can't concentrate on anything anymore.