1. Stop smoking.
2. Stop being jealous of everyone who can do anything better than I can.
3. Breathe, meditate, let go.
4. Accept every moment for what it is and embrace it.

fear, laziness, redundancy. i want to wake up feeling differently tomorrow. i want to have dreams of the divine. i want my veins to turn from ropes to feathers.

spanish class was cancelled today, so i celebrated by going vaccuum shopping. one day when i'm rich and famous, maybe i'll be able to afford one.

jordaan tells me that his new album "make blankets your yard" is almost finished. click here to take a listen. when you listen, just remember one thing: i'm DATING that. also, he let me sing and play ( Read more... )

my schedule ( Read more... )

oh the humidity.

finally met chris for a romp near union square where we had coffee and i stole a plate for my campus apartment.

but mostly i am just tired. i will post pictures of the new room soon.

back in new york tonight. after an hour at school, i felt as though i'd never left and that this last summer had never happened. it is so ridiculously humid and i had an anxiety attack earlier. i feel so infantile. i know i will feel better in the morning ( Read more... )

the earth will take back those bones you borrowed and it will be as if nothing ever happened. i am reading "franny and zooey" and i wish i had the courage to be an absolute nobody ( Read more... )

Point Foundation retreat - Harbour Springs, MI
from the point foundation retreat in michigan a few weeks ago1. Arriving at a tiny airport in northern michigan consisting of one runway and a baggage claim covered in plaid fabric, I am informed that the airport has left my bag in California ( Read more... )

my therapist told me i'm too passive and then recited a story about a pink elephant. is my paying this woman $42 to recite buddhist wisdom for 50 minutes another passive act on my part ( Read more... )

dad, will you give me a beer and a cigarette? i can’t fathom you, listening to johnny cash with your hand to your head.

okay. i know i’ve been telling you a million stories and rambling on and on, but this one’s good. i thought for sure that if i rearranged my bedroom i would never write again. all that aside, there are graveyards in our beds. we sleep among the dead, we sleep among the dead. look at this tobacco i spilled on my desk (i want to leave a trail). i ( Read more... )