Have I carved enough my Lord? Child, you are bone.

Ah, there it is! The predictable conclusion. As much as I had seen it coming, the immediate effect was still a small tightening in my chest and burning in the palms of my hands and fingertips.

Man, what an unromantic ending to such a cool story.

open your mouth and sing for me now, and I will sing for you

Tyler and I are going to be in San Francisco tomorrow and Sunday to see tMG in concert!  Exuberance!  The new album is so good, and it will be so awesome to see John again in concert. Tyler will spend the night at my house.  If anyone reading this is in town this weekend, give me a call.

That’s it, I think.  Goodnight!

the streets of heaven are lined with shelves

look at me, I can change the header of my blog nobody reads at three in the morning instead of finishing this paper

it was originally going to be an in-focus picture of a cigarette, but now it is an out-of-focus picture of somewhere immediately above a cigarette

had I taken the picture specifically to use on this website, I would have aimed the camera higher. as it stands, the picture is frustratingly and stubbornly fastened to an invisible anchor, yearning to be pointed upwards, somewhere just out of frame

at least, in my opinion it is

I figure that’s a fitting metaphor for something, here

but these days, these days, we drink a lot of snake oil

I’ve realize that at the moment, I’m isolated.  No one is in love with me, & I am equally in love with everyone ["even the parts people I'd meant to leave out"].  I feel like I’m coming into my own as far as my collegiate existence is concerned, but I’m afraid I’m not giving it my best.  If I fail a class, I accept it in stride, but it’s easier to tell that to myself than it is to other people. I’ve realized that I’ve been deluding myself for a while now about what I’d like to do with my life–nothing too serious, but it means I’m probably going to start taking classes different than what I’d been telling everyone for the past four years. I’ve realized I’m eighteen now and I’ve become my own person.  I’m still roughing out the details [the strong details stricken with film grain and editor's sweat that one is usually fairly settled on [but then again maybe not]], but the fact that I know who I am is equal parts shocking and reassuring.  I’ve realized that my life would’ve been a whole lot different if I am who I am today, a year or two ago.  This is embarrassing, but no one is reading it, so it’s cool.  And if you are, it’s not like I would’ve told you the story face-to-face any different.  I mean that moreso if you’re one of the people I’m writing about.

I spent today taking pictures and grooving out to Franklin Bruno and John Darnielle.  I can’t say it was a day wasted, but now I have to pay for my actions!