I am a senior at Columbia University. Not a freshman. A senior.

Updates:

a hundred hundred thousand miles logged
baking bread
reproductive justice
foucault
depression
tower pond
guitar
resolutions
women
wymyn
good sex
good sex w/ men and wymns
new teeth
self awareness
futures
still loving the ocean.

Something big is going to happen, right? Shouldn't it?

Yes, it was worth it to drive to Noho {with Joe and Rave) to see Ted Leo. Apollo Sunshine was surprisingly good, and their after party was...interesting, to say the least. The Christmas lights and "death" techno created a weird ambiance, and things were a little fucked up. Ted Leo was supposed to make an appearance, but he never showed ( Read more... )

Would anybody be willing to go see the Ted Leo show in Northampton with me this Saturday evening? I would drive, but my parents will be in North Carolina, and they said they don't like the idea of being away when they will need to collect my remains after I get into a fatal accident. It will be an enjoyable experience; I will pay for gas, and I can ( Read more... )

Lishus, Sainty and I were unsuccesful in tracking down my dearest Matty Dufour, but I think he would be pleased to know that we drove all the way to Cambridge to see him.

Lawls.

I have 8am practice. I am sabotaging myself.

Last night Dan, Steve and I took a drive on the scariest road in Hillsborough County ( Read more... )

S caevola
A rduous
I nteresting
N ashua sucks
T Rex.

P ariah
A nger
T opple
R alphie
I rritation
C hronic boredom
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This has been a fucked up week, and we won't have a reprieve for a long time.
Please come visit me this weekend:

207 Lowell Street
There is a haunted observatory.

So good ( Read more... )

If you read this,
even if I don't speak to you often,
you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal to see what people remember about you

Nothing is going particularly well lately.

Anticlimactic sums up the months of November and December. Long December. I used to really like the counting crows.

It doesn't look like the Benz is going to make it through the winter. During this week's snowstorm I rolled down Lowell Street while trying to make my way home. Sweet.