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a little less than a happy high
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 27th, 2005|10:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | brilliant | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Belle & Sebastian - If You Are Feeling Sinister | ] |
But if you are feeling sinister, go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless non-believer... |
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| Going, Going, Gone |
[Aug. 24th, 2005|09:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Stars - Going, Going, Gone | ] |
A new chapter has started in my life. It's actually a pretty boring, frusterating, badly-written one. I'd advise for any readers to skip right over it, because it sucks. Sucks like a high-quality whore. A very high-quality whore. Very very very high-quality.
I've sent Eric like 50,000 text messages. Our bills are going to be ridiculous. He's got Sprint, so all calls after 7:00 are free for him, but I have Cingular, so I get charged. I'm fucking grounded until forever, probably. Maybe my parents don't care. They've already put me through enough shit.
My ear hurts loads. Loads and Loads and Loads. And Stars + Death Cab for Cutie are touring in America soon. I'll probably fly/drive to Atlanta on October 29th to the Tabernacle. Ticket prices are all in the low-mid twenties, so it's affordable. Birmingham may be middle-of-nowhere and out-of-the-way, but at least it's near Georgia. Oh, sweet Georgia, how your accents have yet to cross my ears and make me hate you.
The black people and people from Louisiana are completely unintelligible. I cannot talk to them. I am too good for them with my "Midwest nonaccent" as Steve Martin put it. (Reading Shopgirl, very good, though sexual. Meaning, very very good.)
Guess where I'm going for vacation this year? That's right! Exactly where everybody is going. Buxomy, Mississippi.
At the end of the school year I might be going to Costa Rica for eight or nine days with my Spanish II class. I'm excited. Costa Rica is hot, but it is not full of still-loyal Confederates. That flag should be illegal, thebastards. |
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| Suck |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
New: house (sucks)
New: pool (sucks)
New: state (sucks)
New: school (sucks)
New: phone (it's okay)
New: boyfriend (does not suck)
New: neighbors (sucks)
New: friends (some of them suck)
New: urge to kill (self/others/state of Alabama law officials for sucking)
Sucksucksuck. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|09:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  peaceful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ugly Casanova - Hotcha Girls | ] |
smells like autumn, smells like leaves
you don't know that you'll rust
and not belong so much and then get
left alone.
I have memories tied to a lot of songs. This one brings autumn and happiness. ;D
It's the 20th. In five days, I'm gone.
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves;
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone.
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
The hotcha girls at the palisades,
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks.
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
The clipper ship across your chest.
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves,
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone.
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
Time blends light, paint's all peeling, wait outside, take four rights.
The hotcha girls in the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
The engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits.
The mail came from miles away, the postal man is always late,
And we wait and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big old mouth
The government workers all headed south while it rained.
Glassy eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in a deep deep sleep
Tt waits, and it waits, to awake. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|07:08 pm] |
if you get a feeling next time you see me
do me a favor and let me know
'cause it's hard to tell, it's hard to say,
oh well, okay |
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| Needle In The Hay |
[Jul. 11th, 2005|02:46 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elliott Smith - Needle in the Hay | ] |
If you've ever seen The Royal Tenenbaums, you'll remember the scene where Luke Wilson is in the bathroom, bleeding. You know the song that's playing during that scene? "Needle In The Hay" by Elliott Smith.
So if you've seen The Royal Tenenbaums, don't you tell me you haven't heard Elliott Smith.
I met some guy on Gaia who has, basically, my music taste. We quoted lyrics to each other. I like doing that. And, though it may sound lame as I'm relating it to you, we're both beauxdaescheisse snkae kilers. Six scene points for us for being so secure in our coolness that we can tell you without guilt of our lamer endeavours, such as watching Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron and liking it.
And drinking tea, and reading poems, and curling up on the couch under a blanket. I want a scarf. Check out www.girlsarepretty.com and www.fetopia.com. Both are great/funny/and et cetera.
And if what I told you before was bad enough, the following segment may be worse, for obvious reasons. Or not so obvious reasons. Anyways, I was on Gaia and some guy asked for my a/s/l. My response? s/t/f UP. Everyone else liked it. Recounting it? Not-so-cool of me. But, you know, what's done is done.
Even if I can edit posts. Doesn't mean I will, though.
By the way. I'm leaving on the twenty-fifth. That's fourteen days. It'll take a while for the computers to be hooked up in Alabama. Talk about fuck.
Anyways, no worries. I may not see any of you ever again, but I guess I wouldn't see you much at Neuqua. Eighth grade was probably the peak of my life, which is a very sad statement but hey, if not, that's only a pleasant surprise. After high school, it'll be college, which doesn't sound half-bad.
I think boarding school would be great, personally, and I might get sent there. I hear they've got loads of vodka. ;) |
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| Romulus |
[Jul. 9th, 2005|04:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sufjan Stevens - Romulus | ] |
Fuck. I got new icons, and now I have to redo my entire color scheme.
Black and pink. |
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| Arizona |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|03:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | glib | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pedro the Lion - Arizona | ] |
I've decided that owning a guitar and not knowing how to play it is much, much cooler than being able to play guitar. Playing guitar, yes, okay. Failing at playing guitar, much, much better.
Well, our new computer decided it was time to be a bitch, and the hard drive failed. Which isn't the reason I haven't been updating. I'm just too lazy to do anything but sleep. So anyways, it failed, and although I have two other computers with internet, I didn't feel like coming on, you know? No, you don't, but that's alright. Even if you do, you don't. It's too late for me to be anything but lame, 'kay? I beg you, find it in your heart to read over this post. Or at least don't hold it against me.
I might go to Lollapalooza on the 24th because of DCFC and the Arcade Fire and Spoon and other bands playing there. Ben Kweller, I think, too, and that got me on the track I want. There we go. Transition time.
I used to have Ben Kweller on our broad, broad range of iTunes music, until the hard drive crashed. We got a new one installed. Without any of our old information. So we run fast, but where to?
Hissss I think that was a pretty clever metaphor there. I like it. I like metaphors. In fact, I'm really feeling, you know, that warm sense of cool that happens often in winter. I want to light a fire in the fireplace, buy a hand-knitted scarf and a hand-knitted ugly-colored sweater, and a book too, a good warm book, and just curl up by the fire and road-trip. Except it's not winter, it's summer, so I can still do those things, but that would be really, really silly.
Holy SHIT. We don't GET winter where I'm going. Oh, god damn it. I just realized-- I will never enjoy a warm fireplace after a cold, snowy night building a snowfort, or a traditional mug of hot chocolate, or the need for a scarf. It will be dry season and rainy season.
Not even autumn.
All we've got is a couple Stars songs, one Pedro the Lion song, a couple Death Cab songs, like, five Postal Service songs, and the rest is all Elliott Smith. Thirteen tracks, because I burned that CD right before the hard drive crashed and boy, that was lucky, because I desperately need "Say Yes" by Elliott Smith and "One More Night" by Stars to get to sleep.
I love staying up this late. I should never post entries at this time of night/morning, but it's certainly good to be alone and awake at this time. Because when I finally do go to sleep, it'll be immediate and warm, and probably dreamless, or I'll have nice dreams.
Except I'm being really paranoid about zombies biting my neck since I watched Dawn of the Dead yesterday.
Bed tiiiiiiiime. |
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| Your Ex-Lover Is Dead |
[Jul. 3rd, 2005|10:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  loved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Stars - One Night More (Your Ex-Lover Remains Dead) | ] |
When there is nothing left to burn
You have to set yourself on fire
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said "yes I think we've met before"
In that instant it started to pour
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
You tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
And now you're outside me you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
From the house down the road, from real love
Live through this and you won't look back
Live through this and you won't look back
Live through this and you won't look back
There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save |
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| Say Yes |
[Jul. 3rd, 2005|01:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elliott Smith - Say Yes | ] |
I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after
We broke up a month ago and I grew up, I didn't know
I'd be around the morning after
It's always been wait and see
A happy day and then you pay
And feel like shit the morning after
But now I feel changed around and instead falling down
I'm standing up the morning after
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
And I could be another fool or an exception to the rule
You tell me the morning after
Crooked spin can't come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
No one says until it shows and you see how it is
They want you or they don't
Say yes
I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after |
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| Love Cats |
[Jul. 1st, 2005|11:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Cure - Love Cats | ] |
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw
All the songs we know...
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to dinner huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?
I love you... let's go...
Oh... solid gone...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this? |
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| A Passing Feeling |
[Jul. 1st, 2005|09:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elliott Smith - A Passing Feeling | ] |
Well, talk about hype.
My sister was screaming for my mom because my little brother got a scrape on his forehead, serves him right.
I actually ran because I thought someone was drowning. Jesus Christ. I need to smack the shit out of that bitch.
Now if a real emergency comes up, I'll be too exhausted to save anyone. |
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| Turnip Farm |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|06:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  worried | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dinosaur Jr. - Turnip Farm | ] |
I got a death threat. One of those crazy magazine cut-out things. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|03:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear? |
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| Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|10:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk | ] |
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like’s a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
And then there’s those other things
Which for several reasons we won’t mention
Everything about ’em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly
It’s not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town
Playing with prodigal sons
Take a lot of sentimental valiums
Can’t expect the world to be your raggedy andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown
You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of lesson in tightropes
Or surfing your high hopes or adios kansas
It’s not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
Still there’s not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
I’m just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
A little bit tower of pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if I’m a mess
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|12:40 pm] |
so hurry up and run to the one that you love
and blind him with your kindness |
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| The Fool On The Hill |
[Jun. 28th, 2005|11:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Beatles - The Fool On The Hill | ] |
EDIT: Everybody's dying that isn't dead. |
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| Caring is Creepy |
[Jun. 28th, 2005|10:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sage Francis - Crack Pipes | ] |
I have a red and yellow flashing smiley face fake piercing on my lower lip. It looks real cool, but can be freaky in the dark.
I'm bored out of my mind.
And I'm dying. |
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| Crack Pipes |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sage Francis - Crack Pipes | ] |
I never do anything anymore.
I saw Howl's Moving Castle today. It was good. Christian Bale has a nice voice. The scene where he was swimming in the pool with the two girls in Batman Begins was sexy. He's the voice of Howl in Howl's Moving Castle. It was better in Spirited Away.
Oh god. I remember when I liked anime and Japan. My current interests are ten thousand times better, but who I am is degenerating. I hate nostalgia because I know there's no point to it but I'm unable to let go. :/
extreme fluctuation in temperature changes have been known to crack pipes
crack pipes |
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