| Laughing so hard right now remembering when, for a brief time, Pam and I had a radio show together at Dartmouth. She always kept me from cussing, and I made fun of her Ben Gibbard plays. I played Babes in Toyland just to piss her off and hit her in the head with one of the swinging mikes. Only after she mocked me for playing riot grrrl tracks.
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| | Subject: | Well, | | Time: | 10:51 pm |
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| | that sandwich was terrible, but the potato chips and pickle were great. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW BUMMED I AM ABOUT HAVING DRUNKENLY LEFT MY HAM AND CHEESE PANINI SOMEWHERE, IN THE DARKNESS, BEFORE GOING HOME.
DAMMIT. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Okay, so I guess Jenny Holzer is getting to me. Haha! Pot kettle blahblahblah.
Everyone hates a showy magpie. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Malleability does not equal open-mindedness. Then again, no point in living as if on an island with only coconuts for company. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Summer is great for underthinking. The heat trumps everything, and everyone tends to forget about things in light of a sun that sets at 9pm.
I wish people would shut the fuck up, sometimes. It isn't winter yet, so now's the time for you to just chill out. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| High school and college writing = horrendous. Obvious, but true. You go from littering wish fulfillment pieces with adjectives and adverbs, to writing about banal personal anecdotes that are interesting to no one but yourself. I really don't know how high school and college writing instructors deal with this shit. Maybe people become successful writers once they stop trying to depict "everyday" profundities. Or maybe people just grow up and begin to really understand other people, as opposed to just themselves. It's foolish to expect others to find you interesting, even more foolish to try to make yourself seem interesting, because really, most people just don't give a fuck. That's it, right there -- you just do it because you're compelled to. This shit is not an accessory.
I'm not cynical, I swear (nor am I sarcastic [no, seriously]). I just wish people would spend more time being self-reflective rather than creating worthless things that are solely meant to reflect themselves. It's artificial! Like the time I saw oxidized wrought iron lawn furniture sitting outside a bar -- when I touched one of the chairs, I learned it was plastic.
Anyway, I think that calling oneself a poet is kind of like saying one is a cartographer. Or a blacksmith. Cobbler. Iconographer. etc etc etc etc etc etc
Also, I'm really glad all the poetry and fiction I wrote during the first 3/4th of college are saved in my PC back at home, and not on this laptop. I think if I were to read them now, I'd just vomit out of embarrassment. Even for the best writers, juvenilia is at worst cruel, and at best "cute." VOM. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I have almost no sense of humor when it comes to my work, whatever the medium. It only becomes problematic when others try to josh about it. Is this like having children? Bummer all around. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I'm writing too many parts poems? This is kind of like how I have to make a series of photographs, or a series of drawings, or a grouping of videos.
Guh. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Since I don't have facebook.
Bad face day, good hair day. My bangs have grown out. My hair is hella long. I'm happy with it, but I haven't gotten it cut since February and think it's time for a slight clean up.
SUP, GUYS. HAPPY SUMMER!
Allergies are destroying me and my visage has grown bloated and snot-filled. | | comments: 17 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | okay, | | Time: | 01:19 am |
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| | I don't mean ALL macrocosm lenses. Just ... some. Systemizations built on breaking down systemizations just aren't efficient for me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| fuck it, I don't know if I can deal with macrocosm lenses anymore. It strikes me as silly even though I know that crying over some Sarah Polley song or a rabbit with no tail is just silly. Completely silly ...
What was I saying? Oh, right, that I'm just feeling intolerant.
There's a woman in my class that I have a warm crush on. She is my art parallel, I like her tired doe eyes, her weird sense of humor that sometimes manifests in onomatopoeias, and the sound of her voice. Straight (mostly, I think?), but whatever, I'm looking forward to playing tennis with her (LOL!). | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | lolz | | Time: | 01:46 am |
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| Between the bouts of depression and bursts of frivolous and frenetic cooking, I think you'll find that I'd make an excellent typical housewife.
Upon hitting writer's block, Sylvia Plath would bake desserts. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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