Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Kite flying and that sort of thing


Things have been good lately, but when aren't they? I'm grateful for the extra seratonin floating around my brain.

Currently I'm in hot pursuit of a jewelry tree, vintage tea cups, and a vanity tray. Wish me luck. Hopefully, June will come soon so I can go treasure hunting around flea markets and rummage sales; thrift stores have been bumming me lately.

Friday, April 17, 2009

I'm trying really hard to exist, but as a human I'm bound to fail.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I have found greatness in my life in the form of Bluegrass covers of the Shins! It's amazing. So my choices are as follows: Loyola versus UWM in a final head to head showdown. But I'm 98% UWM will win since it's 1/3 the cost.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Because maybe

I got into Loyola! How proud should I be?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Not the patella

"It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why;
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters;
I knew the worthless dregs we are,
The selfless, loving saints we are,
The melting, sliding dice we've always been."

"I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find."

"Before we take this ride and let it slide;
Into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind."

"I find a fatal flaw in the logic of love."

"The years have been short but the days were long."

"Even if to save our own lives, so says I, we are a brutal kind;
Because this was nothing like we've ever dreamt;
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt;
Because if it makes them money they might just give you life this time."

"I want to walk through the empty streets;
With something constant under my feet."

"I want you on my side to take the hard shots with me."

"Stay your ground, don’t be discouraged;
Don’t let 'em turn our brains into porridge."

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Any Given Sunday


I woke up slowly realizing my bedroom held no light. With a white shade drawn, only my eyes adjusted only to shadows. I contemplated tragedy.

In a hurry for Anthony's arrival, I swept through the house on a cleaning rampage, praying he'd remember to call.

After two hours of laughing, talking, and sharing music, he left. In his place laid a poorly constructed cardboard spine and a drying paper mache skull.

Forty Spanish flashcards, a study session on the rights of the accused, a completed civil rights study guide, and an orange soda later I felt incomplete.

And that's where I sit now.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

I hope I get into Loyola. I hope I get a MacBook for graduation. I hope I become someone great. I hope I'm destined for great things. I hope I can find a sweet Shins poster for my dorm/bedroom.