December 2008
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Nothing quite so satisfying as a well-made dance party playlist.
A Long December (Live)- Counting Crows w/ Ben...
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It’s usually pretty hard to find people who like the same movies as I do. But it’s even harder to find people who hate the same movies as I do. I’m not talking about movies that are unquestionably bad: poorly made or starring Vin Diesel. I’m talking about movies that have all the potential in the world and still make me want to gouge my eyes out. You know what I mean?...
I’m currently trying to figure out how many people will be in my house on New Year’s Eve: 20 or 50. I would be fine with either, really, I just need to prepare this place.
It’s going to be fucking glorious. If only I can work out this whole purchasing vast quantities of alcohol thing.
See-Line Woman - Nina Simone
You did allright,...
WatchI edited all my shitty digital camera video and what do you know— something pretty came out of it. It’s not much, but it’s pretty. Set to Smog’s “Palimpset.”
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I nursed my loneliness tonight, driving through the silent streets of my hometown, chain smoking and pawing through mix CDs. I idled outside of my old elementary school and drove right up to the door of Benjamin Tasker Middle. I found my way down old friends’ streets by memory, and sat outside their darkened houses, so I could better imagine them sleeping peacefully, dreaming of a life...
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Taking Time
Walking behind my mom and Gilbert, on the bleached Sarasota sidewalk, I kept tumbling into them, stepping on the backs of their feet, while they walked on unphased, deaf to my apologies and complaints. There they were taking their time, nowhere to be but with each other, and I was rushing toward the beach, when it hit me: They really are in love. I refused to believe it before, but now I am...
So, no tumblr for a good five days. I feel kind of free. I started a real journal. Less time consuming, more rewarding, beautiful printed pages in a leatherbound book— something’s missing, though. Guess I’m not ready to give this thing up.
Leaving for Florida in a few hours! I’m not sure how I feel about the high of 79 on Christmas or about spending the holidays with my mom’s fiance’s family. I’ve never been to South of the Carolinas and I’ve never met any of his relatives. Fortunately, I like going new places and meeting new people, so I’m excited!
It is taking so long to leave.
I want to just pick up and go, but no, I can’t do that, I have to pack and clean and turn in my keys and check my books back. Leaving here is a process. I’m unhappy with the amount of shit I’m lugging back.
And it’s weird, emptying this place out, I want nothing more than to just curl up in my little yellow bed, fall asleep with my laptop open, wake up the next morning,...
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It’s not about the caffeine. It’s more about pouring gulp after gulp of scalding liquid down my throat. Turning a page, while lifting the mug to my lips, closing my eyes, and breathing out deeply. It’s also all about my colorful, heat-sensitive mugs. Getting up to refill the one with the rainbow and the cottage, that turns from day to night. Or the Henry VII mug that Lindsey gave...
Some asshole left their alarm on in their room, still set, and locked it in there for the break. It has been going off every five minutes for THREE HOURS. Seriously, even if I wanted to sleep at this point, I couldn’t.
I have a final in three hours, and I just had a two-hour phone conversation. I was already planning on being sleep deprived, but I was also planning on being better prepared.
Here’s the thing: out of the blue, one of my best friends IMs me with a simple, “Up for a phonecall?” It was three in the morning, so I knew it wasn’t going to be about our grades and the freakishly...
When I make mix CDs, I’m usually not trying not to send any particular message with my song choices. Still, as great of a piano rock out as it may be, I don’t think it would be entirely appropriate to put a song about abortion on a mix for someone I’m trying to date.
girlindc:
The Mariner’s Revenge Song (live) -...
Welcome To DC - Mambo Sauce
All you tumblrs seem...
“We sleep when we fall. We only sleep when we can’t move anymore. That’s...”
– Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity! I might watch the sunrise this morning. It just seems like the thing to do.
When I have ideas like these, I have to follow them to their full conclusions. Even if I have finals. Especially if I have a finals.
lieslieslies:
Biz Markie - Just A Friend
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virginiaisforzombies:
Ben Folds & Regina...
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After awhile, things in the past start to seem like parts of an elaborate dream. Everything is vaguely lit and soft about the middle. I can’t remember faces. And no specifics. Like the pattern of wrinkles around her mouth as she formed words. Or only the specifics, the crescent shape and chlorine blue of her eyes. And the smell of chocolate chip pancakes, wiping a hair from my forehead. How...
Oasis - Amanda Palmer
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lieslieslies:
Dave Eggers? OK, so I know he got HUGE after AHWOSG and then ripped to shreds by a lot of people soon after the success of that and sure its trendy to like him, or it was at some point, making this mention of him seem kind of cliche. But You Shall Know Our Velocity! is fucking brilliant in my opinion. Has anyone else read it?
And also everything else the guy does is really great....
I just realized who was in my dream last night: John Reed. Or more accurately, Warren Beatty in Reds. We were on a train, both kind of dirty and bedraggled. I was reading some book, and I was really into it, but he took it from me, I forgot why. And I kept telling everyone on the train that he was a communist, but no one cared. I was proud, I guess? There were a lot of pink flamingos in the lawns...
Puttin’ People on the Moon - Drive-By...
SPACEPANTS,
Where the hell did you come from? Are you the spirit of SPACESUMMER 08?
Seriously, Lindsey and I spent the break adding “space” as a prefix to every word. I don’t really know how it all started, but it all culiminated with SPACEPARTY. You’re We decorated like spacecrazy: spaceships, spacestars, spaceplanets, covered everything in spacefoil, black spacebags across the...
saintnate:
I’m all about the traditional mating model, you know: dating before hooking-up. The “hook-up first and find feelings later” method is way too emo.
Your thoughts?
It seems, at first, like the “tough,” thing to do, hooking up first. Get good and drunk, find a man, and claim him. Put it all on the table. You don’t care enough to get hurt. A hardass...
thecount:
Belle & Sebastian - Piazza, New...