If you can fall in love with a band and get your heart broken when they leave you, that just happened to me. Ally and I stood as close to the stage as we could get and I sang until I thought I was choking but words kept coming out. Everyone was singing. I was amazed I was dying with excitement, it was so much greatness. I just couldn't believe it. ( Read more... )

I think I'm in love with Mirah. Like, really. I sort of hated her at first, but I think it's all actually kind of perfect. I think I like that "Mt. St. Helens" could have come off the Glow Pt. 2.

Maybe I'll wear something really drab today.

I can't wait to kiss my boyfriend today.

I hate these days. I wake up late. It's dark outside. I hate the night. I hate wasted days. A lot. And I don't think my cilia work anymore.

I'm lonely. I just really am. Because I think that all I would like to be doing is dancing right now.

No one takes that shit seriously, though. Why the hell did I name my dog Batman?

More like, Pavement - Newark Wilder and Four Tet - Misnomer.

This and Rounds. Okay and Dialogue.

And more ardent than anxious.

The Good Life, The Notwist, Pavement - Elevate Me Later, Brandon and any painful anxious feelings that come along with the reason he is on this list, Badly Drawn Boy - Once Around the Block, (FINALLY) a Cecelia-esque outer lace for a dress, http://www.hilitemodels.com, making my darling ( Read more... )

I wish there was some better way to format shows.. so you don't want to die by the time your favorite band comes on. Because Iron and Wine sounded really amazing, but I was already tired and irritated. And I don't think that ever stops being a problem. I had just forced food down my throat, and I hadn't slept the night before last. I was getting so ( Read more... )

I took a razor to my hair last night. It really looks horrible.
I then fell asleep in my closet, serving as a last resort.
I'm afraid of going to shows alone. I'm so shy and scary and awkward. I love Built to Spill so much. I want to dance with friends I don't know well enough.
My legs are ugly and short.

The Letters of William S. Burroughs 1945-1959 by Oliver Harris
No Exit and Three Other Plays by Jean Paul Sartre
The Plague by Albert Camus
The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby F. Scott Fitzgerald
Breakfast of Champions Kurt Vonnegut
Ubik by Philip K. Dick
Candy by Luke Davies
Less Than Zero Bret Easton ( Read more... )

At work today, I don't think Harley and I actually got anything done. You would have thought, by the looks of it, that we were either complete idiots or overly productive. I made friends, though. They played "IMpossible" while we were driving to the station and I got really excited. I actually almost cried ( Read more... )

I got a lot of voicemail. I also think I have a respitory infection. I have worrrrk in twelve hours, so call 407-646-2915 before 8 and request good music for me to listen to. Request "Oh! Sweet Nuthin'" by the Velvet Underground and let Lou Reed lull you into ecstacy. Actually, just call and ask them if, from where they're sitting, my ass looks ( Read more... )