your southern can is mine.
so it's been awhile. i'm lazy and i'm unproductive and that's really all there is to it, i have no excuse for not typing anything, i haven't done anything amazing and nothing amazing has happened in my life. i got a xanga, i'm very sorry to say (justlikequietriot) so i've been typing there a lot.
some things have changed, some came slowly and pleasantly, others more like a blunt force trama, i don't quite feel like typing everything up. it's bizzare though. everything's really quite nostalgic, i never really expected to be talking to anyone i went to school with ever and now i'm going to see iron and wine (!!! annie !!!) with an old comrade and his wife (!!!). i can't say i'm entirely comfortable with the scenario of going somewhere with someone i haven't really known since i was thirteen, but i think it will at least be a really interesting experience, and jesus, it's iron and wine.
more unfortunate things: absolutely no money of any kind.
somehow i did manage to snag a haircut the other day, it's nice in a way and bizzare in a way. sort of like a retro mushroom. something. it's rather hard to explain.
but eh, i am carrying on. i've discovered ultra pleasant new music (the futureheads, modest mouse, iron and wine, the white stripes..etc) and authors (baer, clevinger, frey, shakespeare (i know, insane)), and, well, it's pleasant not being so dependant on having money to buy a bunch of stuff that i simply don't need.
feel the burn of my inner peace. feel the buurrn.
anyway, i think i'll start typing in here more, i feel like i'm terribly censored with my xanga, as ridiculous as that may sound.
that is all.
some things have changed, some came slowly and pleasantly, others more like a blunt force trama, i don't quite feel like typing everything up. it's bizzare though. everything's really quite nostalgic, i never really expected to be talking to anyone i went to school with ever and now i'm going to see iron and wine (!!! annie !!!) with an old comrade and his wife (!!!). i can't say i'm entirely comfortable with the scenario of going somewhere with someone i haven't really known since i was thirteen, but i think it will at least be a really interesting experience, and jesus, it's iron and wine.
more unfortunate things: absolutely no money of any kind.
somehow i did manage to snag a haircut the other day, it's nice in a way and bizzare in a way. sort of like a retro mushroom. something. it's rather hard to explain.
but eh, i am carrying on. i've discovered ultra pleasant new music (the futureheads, modest mouse, iron and wine, the white stripes..etc) and authors (baer, clevinger, frey, shakespeare (i know, insane)), and, well, it's pleasant not being so dependant on having money to buy a bunch of stuff that i simply don't need.
feel the burn of my inner peace. feel the buurrn.
anyway, i think i'll start typing in here more, i feel like i'm terribly censored with my xanga, as ridiculous as that may sound.
that is all.