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a christmass tree decoration, one of those colored glass bulbs that reflect your face stretched, fell off of my illegal halogen lamp where it had been hanging and is now shattered in many tiny pieces on my wooden floor. i'm sure that someone will be walking about barefooted and will be felled by an ingrained sliver.
i am becoming unhealthilly obsessed with the mountain goats; something in the immediacy of the lyrics and the passion with which they're presented tears into me. and the sound is so stripped and bare, and the anger and the joy and the love is all right there. i listen to it on my headphones as i fall asleep and i see him singing with his eyes rolling back in his head and his muscles tensing with each word he proclaims, and his furious strumming.
my holiday was just wonderful... first 50 million hours of live music with kara (well, perhaps a bit less) and jimmy, and then italy. yes italy, and i am greatful beyond belief that we went. i do not take it for granted. every ray of sunlight was appreciated and soaked in by my pale wan body. the sea came to the edge of the mountains, the rocks crumbled into the water, forming hidden caves and underwater ruins and windswept islands.
and i ate fish. but it was so unbeleivably delicious and fresh that i do not feel a bit guilty.
i left my ivy plant in my room over break. it died. i now have an african violet, as yet unnamed. it feels callous to replace ned so suddenly.
i am becoming unhealthilly obsessed with the mountain goats; something in the immediacy of the lyrics and the passion with which they're presented tears into me. and the sound is so stripped and bare, and the anger and the joy and the love is all right there. i listen to it on my headphones as i fall asleep and i see him singing with his eyes rolling back in his head and his muscles tensing with each word he proclaims, and his furious strumming.
my holiday was just wonderful... first 50 million hours of live music with kara (well, perhaps a bit less) and jimmy, and then italy. yes italy, and i am greatful beyond belief that we went. i do not take it for granted. every ray of sunlight was appreciated and soaked in by my pale wan body. the sea came to the edge of the mountains, the rocks crumbled into the water, forming hidden caves and underwater ruins and windswept islands.
and i ate fish. but it was so unbeleivably delicious and fresh that i do not feel a bit guilty.
i left my ivy plant in my room over break. it died. i now have an african violet, as yet unnamed. it feels callous to replace ned so suddenly.