Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

i am going upward on a tulmultuous inner journey.
i wish i could express it in a drum solo.

snakes and martyrs by tv on the radio
chinese translation by m. ward

Monday, April 02, 2007

suddenly, my life is eventful.

i am listening to chopin for young lovers

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

looked at the post from 3/20 last year.
it was snowing.
not now, i have been laying out in the sunshine all week.
unfortunately i am attempting to write for class.
that is dismal.
and due tonight.
fucking structralists.
shit.
i am happy despite it though.
i am in a conquering mood.

listening to Kate Bush-Hounds of Love (album)

"I just know something good is going to happen. I don't
when." - Kate Bush

Friday, March 16, 2007

Thursday, March 15, 2007

"I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I've
begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I'm
reminiscing this right now. I can't go to the bar because
I've already looked back on it in my memory... and I
didn't have a good time."-kicking and screaming

Tuesday, March 13, 2007


i cannot tell if i am making progress in my
attempt to become a functional person.
that may be a bad sign...

the sun, however, has reinvigorated me.
i am full of ideas and
i can't sleep. shocking.
i should clean my room but sadly i lack
motivation. shit has piled up not only in
my room but in the living room as well.
i think my shit may be trying to eat the house
which is disconcerting yet i am unmoved.

summertime in the LBC by warren g.
your woman by white town
guilty cubicles by broken social scene
pretty (ugly before) by elliot smith

Saturday, March 10, 2007

"it starts stopping when it starts stopping.
it starts stopping when it starts stopping.
it starts stopping when it starts stopping.
it starts stopping when it starts stopping.
it starts stopping when it starts stopping."
-ben kweller

oh how i love rainy days.
i am alive and drinking beer. -charles bukowski

Thursday, March 08, 2007


my favorite tree in boulder.
unfortunately located outside someone's house.
i can only stare at it from the sidewalk like a creeper.

trouble,
torture,
on a sunny day.
i'm back to making vain assumptions
and fantisizing.

i feel like i might explode...
or spontaneously catch fire.

songs to listen to while you look in
the mirror dreamingly and brush your hair:
stephanie says by velvet underground
bright as yellow by mazzy star
car crash by cloud cult