laryssa writes from home?
hi.
just because i can.
so this internet in my home thing, eh? i will need to be mindful of not letting it eat my life. since it came here, which is several hours ago, we have spent a lot of time together, curled up on the couch in my softly lit living room. don't worry, i have done other things too. i cleaned - vacuumed! i shuffled things around. i bought a big bird cage yesterday, need to find a place for that. i made vegetable broth and a pot of sick tea; i made coffee and smoked a cigarette. will those balance each out? right, the internet. i haven't actually been doing much of the internet things one would expect, like creeping around facebook or sending emails. no, no, my MUSIC collection! it's so fucking nice that i can use it now, freely, whenever i want. i've just discovered how very useful torrents are. ha, i catch on late to some things. i now have:
wilco - wilco (which i just listened to and REALLY like)
why? - eskimo snow (haven't heard yet)
modest mouse - no one's first and you're last EP (did you even know this existed? i didn't. it's new.)
as of now, all i really want to do this week is smoke joints in my room and listen to music. i won't if it's still as gorgeous out as it's been, but i'll spend my nights like that for sure. i'm reallyincreasingly happy with my home now. it feels cozy. i especially love walking into my room. there's this flowy fabric attached to the ceiling that hangs down by the door, and when i open the door the air suck pulls at it and it hits me in the face. every time. it's like - "WOOSH, hello!" it feels more and more magical in there all the time. i'm pretty into inacting all the weird decorating ideas i have. just you wait.
so i am sick. i am wearing a toque inside. i have been eating goat's milk yogurt. i'm listening to my morning jacket. i have spent most of today alone and it has been necessary and good. tomorrow i'll do my homework, i promise.
i forget how to write in here.
one forty seven a.m. - laryssa.
just because i can.
so this internet in my home thing, eh? i will need to be mindful of not letting it eat my life. since it came here, which is several hours ago, we have spent a lot of time together, curled up on the couch in my softly lit living room. don't worry, i have done other things too. i cleaned - vacuumed! i shuffled things around. i bought a big bird cage yesterday, need to find a place for that. i made vegetable broth and a pot of sick tea; i made coffee and smoked a cigarette. will those balance each out? right, the internet. i haven't actually been doing much of the internet things one would expect, like creeping around facebook or sending emails. no, no, my MUSIC collection! it's so fucking nice that i can use it now, freely, whenever i want. i've just discovered how very useful torrents are. ha, i catch on late to some things. i now have:
wilco - wilco (which i just listened to and REALLY like)
why? - eskimo snow (haven't heard yet)
modest mouse - no one's first and you're last EP (did you even know this existed? i didn't. it's new.)
as of now, all i really want to do this week is smoke joints in my room and listen to music. i won't if it's still as gorgeous out as it's been, but i'll spend my nights like that for sure. i'm reallyincreasingly happy with my home now. it feels cozy. i especially love walking into my room. there's this flowy fabric attached to the ceiling that hangs down by the door, and when i open the door the air suck pulls at it and it hits me in the face. every time. it's like - "WOOSH, hello!" it feels more and more magical in there all the time. i'm pretty into inacting all the weird decorating ideas i have. just you wait.
so i am sick. i am wearing a toque inside. i have been eating goat's milk yogurt. i'm listening to my morning jacket. i have spent most of today alone and it has been necessary and good. tomorrow i'll do my homework, i promise.
i forget how to write in here.
one forty seven a.m. - laryssa.