Sunday, 22 November 2009
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It just don't stoppa.
Oh life. You know life is so weird. It's so easy to do anything you want. Butttt I'm reading Brief Interviews With Hideous Men, listening to weird music, getting tired of how long my stupid hair is, and enjoying the cold weather. And I'm going home to Fort Worth today, and I am so happy I could cry.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
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Time on my hands should be time spent with you.
When I was about eight, I used to walk around the house holding a mirror parallel to the floor, and I would look down into it and pretend that the ceiling was the floor. I would step carefully over the ceiling fans and bump into the actual furniture, and feel like I was sliding down the sloped rafters.
I have been so restless. I want to leave. Up and leave. And by up and leave, I mean, finish out the semester with good grades, put in my two weeks notice, find a sub-leaser and then leave! Eat my dust!
Saturday, 14 November 2009
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Out of all the things you said.
Oh my gosh, I had the most amazing experience today and I have to share it, even though I'm churning out too many entries these days and no one cares. Okay! So I drove down with Hudson and Tyler to check out a car in Houston, because well, my car is dying and I need another. I found this great deal online and took the boys to ascertain that all was mechanically well.
This dealership turns out to be in the middle of nowhere, in the back of a bankrupt shopping center. I went inside past the hand-lettered open sign to be greeted--or rather, not greeted--by a hunchback in a black satin shirt. He didn't say a word and I looked around at the messy "office" ornamented by a giant fish tank that was green with algae and had a couple pretty big fish in it. I had to ask him where the car was, and he took me out to see it, talking very little and in an Italian accent. His son came up and took over. He was wearing a half-open shirt too, and a gold chain and Prada sunglasses in a particularly toolish shade of white, and it was obvious that these people were mobsters who had tommy guns stashed somewhere and were probably going to kill us and resell Hudson's truck, after resetting the odometer.
But they were really nice, and took us into the "showroom" and knocked hundreds off the prices of everything right and left. And we got out of the chopshop alive! Amazing!
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Tell me I got here at the right time.
I hate how I can't sleep in. Waking up at six or seven six or seven days out of the week is just too much.
In other news, Tylenol's cool capsules are the best thing ever.
I get tired of how our generation defines you by the music you listen to. It's just so silly. I get asked what kind of music I like more than I get asked anything else, I'm pretty sure, other than if anyone has ever told me that I look like Kirsten Dunst. People are surprised by what you like, or wildly supportive of what you like, or grill you about a musician if they think there's a chance they like them more than you. Yeah, I only know their popular stuff. I obviously care a lot less than you do.
I need to start taking pictures of my hair every morning, because I shower at night and sleep with my hair wet, and when I wake up it is out of control.
I'm still reading Vonnegut and he is just so good.
And he did what he had to do. He kissed her.
Friday, 13 November 2009
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RAWR.
I have become completely obsessed with the New York Times crossword, jalepeno jack, and Neko Case.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
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Like a wheel within a wheel.
It's that time of year. The time of year when I begin to pine for Sting and Josh Ritter, when I pull out my sweater vest and moccasins, when I begin drinking peppermint tea and opening the windows.
It's that time of year when I lament the fact that I can't find this one song I used to love.
"Just one look and a glance
And I would ask you to dance and you would never want to leave
And if you give me a chance
I will offer romance and I'll become your hero
'Cause I'm as quick as a crook
I read you like a book and I got something up my sleeve
You got that innocent look
Something something something you're no match for me though
And it'll be all right if you fall in love with me
And it'll be okay if you close your eyes and I am all you see
And don't you worry 'bout a thing if you think I'm the man you've been dreaming of
And don't you be afraid of how fast it seems that you fell in love
It was all for you in the first place
For you in the first place
And I want to be the best out of everything
So you can have the best of everything
Tell me now if you think that that's so wrong
I want to give you all that love couldn't bring
I want to write a song your heart can sing
Stop me now if you don't want to go along
Because you were holding my heart in the palm of your hand
Before you knew my name to write it in the sand
And if it means anything I'd walk a thousand miles
If you would break the fall of this broken man
Stretch out your arms and give me your hands
And promise me you'll be here for a while
And it'll be all right if you fall in love with me..." -
Less like you than the rest of you.
(I remembered.)
I'm reading Welcome To The Monkey House by Kurt Vonnegut, and it is amazing. Kurt Vonnegut is the final word in modern literature. Absolutely stunning.
I'm sitting in bed with a pile of old notebooks and my window open to cool it down. And I'm wondering why sometimes it seems like all we do is collect ghosts.
But that's all pretty melodramatic, but I guess sometimes I feel melodramatic.
In other news, I have some amazing friends and I have awesome taste in music and Leighton Meester is still perfect! And I should go to sleep.
Wednesday, 04 November 2009
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I fell in love twice with the same guy. You know.
I'm reading G.K. Chesterton's Father Brown mysteries and they are adorable. I made my signature dish (home-made basil pesto and wheat linguine) and had a touch of white wine and now I want to read more of Father Brown but I have test and a quiz tomorrow. However, I'm pretty sure I can ace the test without studying. I should study for the quiz.
Halloween was fun.
In other news, I want everything from J. Crew and I definitely need a leather bomber jacket. I tried on a faux leather one and I looked freakin' chic. Also, I made a last-minute hair appointment and my stylist was out sick, so I ended up with a lady who suggested that it would never look good if I kept growing it out. I like it long. Shut your mouth and tell me about how I should condition it.
I've decided that, "I hate how girls are so catty; that's why all my friends are guys," is almost as high up there as, "The one word that describes me is mysterious," on Start Running Now: This Girl Is A Witch.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
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"Didn't he comment on your research, or your style, or anything?"
"No, Jen. He just called it 'good'."
"Then what took you all this long?"
I gave her a little wink.
"I had some stuff to go over with Belle Landau," I said.
"Oh?" she said.
I couldn't read the tone.
"Are you jealous?" I asked straight out.
"No; I've got much better legs," she said.
"Can you write a brief?"
"Can she make lasagna?"
"Yes," I answered, "Matter of fact, she brought some over to Gannert House tonight. Everybody said they were as good as your legs."
Jenny nodded, "I'll bet."
"What do you say to that?" I said.
"Does Belle Landau pay your rent?" she asked.
"Damn," I said, "why can't I ever quit when I'm ahead?"
"Because, Preppie," said my loving wife, "you never are."
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