I'm not so sure about this lj thing anymore. Books and pens are nicer ( Read more... )

Crazy crazy week. But I am quite proud, i set up speakers coming through students for a free tibet, negotiating the mountains of paperwork and various appointments necessary... And psych test this morning was ridiculously simple, although given the time constraints, I'm worried that my essays may well have also been ridiculously simple. ah well ( Read more... )

oh oh oh. today was work , none too efficiently reading and translating. i have this urge to latch onto people, which i suppress, i hope effectively. i need to find my own things. i'm going to contact the philaletheis people, to see if i can do stuff for the theatre, non-acting stuff. And anti-war group tommorrow, i think, though i'm not sure ( Read more... )

I don't understand myself, i don't understand the contradictory impulses, the need to be near other humans when i cannot bear to speak to them. I am becoming shyer, and more lonesome. I want home, the hills and hidden streams and endless forests and the quiet and the peace. And nothing is expected, i can curl for days with my books and records, ( Read more... )

just woke from the beautiful-est, beautiful-est dream... i had been worried and sad and tired and missing people dreadfully. i feel asleep with jeff mangum ringing in my ears, o the loveliness of neutral milk hotel ( Read more... )

Transcription of Organ Music ( Read more... )

I am obsessed with leonard cohen-- i've been listening to the three mp3's i have of his on repeat.
god, he's fucking amazing. must buy his albums... his he still alive?

I talked to Walter yesterday, and it made me so very very very happy. He's allright, he sounds like himself (wonderful walter of yore), and we talked about millions of things and i was so overcome with the emotion of it i was completely inarticulate. and the happiness continued for a few hours, and then the missing him began. it was so horrible ( Read more... )

god, i can't stop gnawing on my knuckles... i then move on to the softer flesh of my wrists. and my muscles are aching and twitching. fuck, i just don't fit here. everyone here is so dull and complacent in their privilege and easy certain path to comfortable futures. i can't stand it. i am not engaged, i am not intellectually stimulated. this ( Read more... )

Things feel good, even though my hair is a little greasy and my eyes a little grimmy. I've got charcoal and paint smears down the front of my jeans... I talked to my art professor after class this morning, asking her about our final projects and generally bouncing ideas around. It felt good, she's interesting and in a strange way reminds me of ( Read more... )