extremelyloud&incrediblyclose.
its 00.12 AM where my dad is right now,
people are more secure on livejournal.
i dont see these insane insecurites that people write about, even if i see and talk and gel with those people everyday.
maybe i am a horrible friend, or overly optimistic.
i think that i am going to write my college ap essay on the sweatlodge, about not knowing whether or not my eyes were open,
or maybe the tralfamadorian way of time, in relation to my sense of being.
my mother is letting my go to regina spektor tonight, even though i will get home at like 130.
i think its because it is almost the new years and she is letting me get a little crazy,
or maybe its because dad is safe in lithuania and she is relieved that everyone is alive,
and she is letting me be. alive, i mean.
i will see you at regina spektor.
this is my favorite part of this book so far:
'I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarresed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while i watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the air. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?'
that wasnt really boldfaced. its on page 78. in extremely loud & incredibly close. by jonathan safran foer.
i <3 sven.
people are more secure on livejournal.
i dont see these insane insecurites that people write about, even if i see and talk and gel with those people everyday.
maybe i am a horrible friend, or overly optimistic.
i think that i am going to write my college ap essay on the sweatlodge, about not knowing whether or not my eyes were open,
or maybe the tralfamadorian way of time, in relation to my sense of being.
my mother is letting my go to regina spektor tonight, even though i will get home at like 130.
i think its because it is almost the new years and she is letting me get a little crazy,
or maybe its because dad is safe in lithuania and she is relieved that everyone is alive,
and she is letting me be. alive, i mean.
i will see you at regina spektor.
this is my favorite part of this book so far:
'I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarresed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while i watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the air. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?'
that wasnt really boldfaced. its on page 78. in extremely loud & incredibly close. by jonathan safran foer.
i <3 sven.