I'm on a Dirty Dancing fix, and I can't get past it. It's got everything I could want in a film. Great music, slightly mediocre but charming acting, swanky (or should I say, 'swayze') dancing and one of the best male leads of the 80s. My god, it's almost perfect! Perhaps it's the quirkiness of Jennifer Grey, the time period in general or just the ( Read more... )

I'm not going to lie, I am kind of hurt right now. It's just one of those days that hasn't gone to plan at all. Not only was I not able to get my coffee this morning, but today is my last day of work. Normally, this should be a great day, but everything that was planned for me has kind of fallen through the cracks. They haven't paid me for the past ( Read more... )

It's been one of those weeks that drags on slow with little to occupy my mind other than silly pondering of future maybes and could have beens. Once every now and again I would love to feel a sense of heading in the right direction that I got the first time I realized that Boston would be my home for the next four years of my life. I have no idea ( Read more... )

I feel like I need some introduction music to this, possibly Beethoven's fifth since this is the fifth day of the month, and it's a momentous occassion ( Read more... )

Butterfly Assassins - Sylvia II from Chris Amos on Vimeo.

This is my amigo's band. Kate's the cellist. She rocks the boat.

Just an amazing song.. really.

It's hard to believe that I've lived in this city for so long. I know my way around and I don't ever stop to look for where I'm going - I just know. I never thought I'd get to this point. It's funny to think that I'll be moving in with Katherine next year - officially living on my own in an apartment. Things are certainly looking up in that regard ( Read more... )

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath
Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me
Will I discover a soul-saving love
Or just the dirt above and below me

I'm a doubting Thomas
I took a promise
But I do not feel safe
Oh me of little faith

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face ( Read more... )

Thoughts have been flying through my head for a few days, now. Ever since Elliott told me of what really happened that last week of school. My mind has kind of become a blur ever since then, and I can't seem to get some of the thoughts out of my head. Well, rather just one in particular. At first I found it funny, but now that it's actually sinking ( Read more... )

In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red.
When the summer's ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning,
I'll be homeward bound in time.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow ( Read more... )