Drunk again. Not that it makes a differnece, I suppose. Actually, it must. Else people wouldn't drink, much less get drunk. I'd been planning that line for so long, you don't even know it. Every sincere exclamation that I unleash upon you is a conspiracy. Know that. Know that. Know that. Everything have is planned, everything I give you has so ( Read more... )

Choose an artist or a band: Guided by Voices, because they have a thousand songs, all with cool titles, and they're awesome, and I like them ( Read more... )

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Finally stole a moment. Stolen moments are twice as precious. Put on some Arcade Fire, for the first time in a while, needed something that goes down well with Murakami and this was the best I could do. Goddamn guy, everybody he writes into his stories has absolutely no idea what the fuck is going on. Which is probably why I like his work--I ( Read more... )

Back from week, back from tangent, back from 1150m mist. Been at science camp for the past five days, a fun experience, better than I expected. Lectures from various famous professors about various topics, I'd run through them but I'm kind of tired right now. (Which brings me to something that's frustrating about this journaling business--if I try ( Read more... )

Back again. Town where I was born nearly 19 years ago. And yet it's dead to me ( Read more... )

Godspeed.

Wait, that's your line. Oh, I'm so sorry.

If I don't make it back, Miguel gets my instruments. Oren and Stephanie and Andrew can fight over my books, and also CDs, but only after Patrice listens to all of them, and likes them.

A dieu--to God.

You Are an Espresso
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