Personal

Whereas my activity in the apartment is limited to being on the computer, reading, or playing guitar, Matt’s seems to be down to sitting on the couch or sleeping in bed. So sad.

Matt just got back from a trip to the (closed) bookstore. On the way back, his trusty sandals finally gave up the ghost and disintegrated. He now has nothing to wear as footwear. I find the situation rather amusing, seeing as i have crap sneakers, work sneakers, nice sneakers, old hole-y boots, snow boots, sketchers, chunky men’s shoes, and three pairs of flip flops. Plus, slippers with rubber soles. Of course, i also can go nearly three weeks without having to do any laundry, and that includes an average of 1.75 socks per day. So, maybe i’m an unusual example.

The apartment is empty of most things. My computer is here, and though i claim to be unable to live without it i don’t seem to have anything to say to it. My guitar sits unused in the corner except for when i feel like improvising in a new key or playing under my skin. I have all of my CDs, but keep playing the same ten over and over. There is no food, only bagels, oatmeal, and orange juice. Human contact is totally unfeasible, since i’m either alone or idly bitching to Matt. Don’t get me wrong, i really like living here, but i don’t really live here and its easy to see. I think this summer broke me of my ability to entertain myself for hours on end by virtue of forcing me to socialize every single day. I don’t know how to sit in front of my computer for twelve hours straight on a weekend anymore. I also don’t know what else to do with myself. I could be working on school things, but there’s only so much of it to do. I know that i constantly say “as soon as i have the time i’ll do it,” but the only thing i could think of in that category was wash, and i did that already. So, i sit here and miserably try to find a way to spend money on something that doesn’t really physically exist while preparing to tell people tomorrow that i did nothing this weekend. And all this week i’ll be yearning for an hour of free time, when in reality i know i’d just waste it or take a nap. And now, i’ve got to go take clothes out of the dryers.

She’s pink and a tori reference, which is really two tori references. Go visit to venus and back.

I’ve been working on this since watching Magnolia for the first time. In my head it sounds like “Wise Up,” but only there. It is in the tuning FADGCD.

where will i find another one like you
i don't even mind the difference
with lips as soft as your fingers
your hand on mine lingers

but you know this love is a one way street

i found my reason to wake up
you wondered if i had one
i don't need a face as clear as the sky
don't ask me why

but you know this love is a one way street

salt doesn't burn in my wounds
i tear into you to prove it
dig up your clothes its cold out there
i'd hate to see you bare