I want to go. To Montreal. New York. Peru. I want to sleep on the street and study ecstatic sex rituals and partake in all the black magic I can lay my hands on. I want to have lovers whose eyes I've only seen at a glance, to be arrested on every continent. To learn what it's like to be hungry. I want to teach orphans to read and build homes for ( Read more... )

So this is what I do, you know, instead of studying for the tests that could save me $20,000 in college expenses by allowing me to enter as a Sophomore ( Read more... )

I kissed a drunk boy last night.

Sometimes when I drive it feels like the car is running off my own blood as opposed to gas. Like all the strength is being sucked from my body and turned into a cloud of exhaust only to be forever banished into the air with all the heedless passion of a society so based on disposability.

I think mostly it's guilt.

Sappy Ani songs are great for studying.

Live journal isn't.

Why is it that I care so much about orphans in Somalia and ancient forests half a world away when half the time I can't bring myself to think about my own brother's feelings before my own?

1) I'm going to University of San Francisco. I came to this conclusion last night at 2 in the morning after dispelling every pro and con I could think of to my sister and two drunk girls. This morning I almost had a change of heart when I realized that fate was practically screaming at me to go to Montreal- not only did I hear an amazing artist who ( Read more... )

and now my hair smells like sunshine.

( It's even more beautiful when they're singing it. )

Everyone should walk around barefoot in the grass and the mud for at least thirty minutes a day.