Today was my sister's 17th birthday. It's always pretty surreal. We visit her grave and think about the countless "what if"s. Everything would be so different, I kind of wish I could catch a glimpse of this alternate life, if just for a day.

I want to see Sondre, damn it! I'm not sure about these new countryish songs but I shall not judge until I've heard them. If I hear them. I really want to hear them. 4pm on June 4th in Brooklyn, NY. Where and when I want to be. Chances look pretty grim though at this point.

Thursday. It says so at the top of this entry too, but I thought I'd mention it here anyway. I'm supposed to be writing a letter or something but im seriously disinclined to do anything science or climate change related after culminating exhibition. I can't really work anyway because I keep thinking about the freakishly Frank-like teacher on Lost ( Read more... )

It's now wednesday. Four days remain. The plot to distract Maria and my Spanish class from my lack of spanish-speaking abilities by giving them coffee was a relative success and the caffeine is much needed since I woke up at 5 am this morning to write the thing. LOST party at Clio's tonight, yay.

I just got this livejournal, so you'll have to excuse the constant updating, all the empty space at the bottom of the page seems kind of ominous. Anyway, the Blue Alley show was good, despite Clio and Maddy's skeptical glances when told this, and I bought a book on the social and economic impact of coffee at Barnes and Noble before hand so I feel ( Read more... )

It's still monday, which sucks, but it is the last one of the school year which makes it seem a bit brighter despite the mondayesque clouds looming outside the windows of room one.

It is monday.