things are good. i mean, nothing's bad, so that's good, right? i'm coming home with cayt and lady in tow next friday. i'm a bit stressed since it's the end of the semester, but i guess i deserve it for putting off shit til now. well, not necessarily. i think i'm in good standing in pretty much all my classes (except for texts and contexts, ( Read more... )

i just read that scarlett johansson is recording an album of tom waits covers. this has to be fake. what the hell?

saw dan savage tonight for 10 bucks. he was excellent. madonna and i left a little early because she had to be back, but we stayed for the vast majority of the show. it was a benefit to get rick santorum out of office, and he talked about politics and answered 343662786 questions from the audience. extreeeemely entertaining as well as thought- ( Read more... )

i can't tell the anger from the sadness anymore. strange.

:( yo la tengo is touring extennnnsively without a single date in philly. i may have to write a letter to ira kaplan telling him i have cancer of the ass or something to get them to play here ( Read more... )

i don't know. sometimes i just get so angry that i can hardly say anything. so sad about who i am, and frustrated with how i feel that people perceive me. i don't have the gall to tell anyone how i really feel, or if something they've done has upset me, but i guess i just don't feel that i deserve to. i'm really not sure that i'm talking about ( Read more... )

uhhhhh... www.book22.com ( Read more... )

green face mask. uploaded a few new icons: ira glass, tom waits, and jay johnston. came home from work completely exhausted today and had myself a massive mr. show marathon. mr. del came for dinner with the family tonight, which was awkward at first but actually not too bad. he's a nice guy, however condescending. dan starts his pre-med program ( Read more... )

really really terrible feeling to be completely rejected without even putting yourself out there. totally caught off-guard.

recorded today in deer park. i think it's gonna come out decent. maybe i can actually be proud of something i've done for once? not even strictly musically speaking.

dinner time.

received the message that my mind and demeanor are laden with spelling errors. life-giving and alternately hot and cold with the scent of a rotten plum smothered in chlorine, the blossoms have deteriorated and the remaining leaves are accountable with just one hand. not to say it's the end, but that dust becomes everything and everything becomes ( Read more... )