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

"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

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

"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

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

the perfect day for sitting outside.
lou reed would have liked it.

contemplating my moustache...

i'm wide awake:
thought about making things all day
+ the warm weather + time spent
thinking about affection

i like the way it smells outside.
i want to open my window.

had a fun day in denver:
made attempts to find long lost friends, drank
beers, talked about many things, finally went to
the f-ing larimer lounge, toured a bomb shelter,
and watched night of bloody horror which was not
that bloody or horrifying but entertaining none the
less.

so long, marianne by leonard cohen

"I wasn't pushing you away, I was pulling me toward myself."-Strangers With Candy

"Have you ever smelled this book?"-Mutual Appreciation

in the city in the rain by the 6ths

went to denver last night.
to the thin man. i felt like
i was in saint elmo's fire.
the lights were red and i
didn't realize how much i
had drank. i took the bus
home trying to look forward
instead of out the window
beacause i was so dizzy.

i woke up this morning
soul sick.

poppy by TV on the radio