The song title "Don't Die In Me" still makes me snigger
1. Itunes tells me that I haven't listened to this Mirah album in over two years. Weird mind things are attached to music. Weird time-traveling-feeling feelings. Like, I get the feeling that I am sitting in my old room in my old apartment. The sensory feeling of it. What the light in that room looked like, what the summer weather felt like, what the air smelled like, how I felt under the tall asymetrical ceiling. Time traveling, man.
2. This whole numbering thing of the last two entires is a really lame way to write a blog entry, but it also makes it so that I don't have to use natural transitions and have complete, entry-long thoughts. I haven't felt so good at these things lately.
3. I am *really* tired of all the dumb drama in my office. Will make me glad to leave. It's amazing how people can stay in the mindsets of 9-year-olds for so long. You know that feeling where you feel like you are in an absurdist world because of the way other people act? Like you are sane and grounded, but then everyone else is completely disconnected from reality, thus making you feel the same way? Like when you are sitting in a bus and the bus next to you starts moving, making you think that you are moving when you really aren't? Am I really typing this dumb shit right now?
4. I had a dream last night about Wheel of Fortune. At first, I was really shocked because instead of Vanna White, there were a bunch of topless babes on the show prancing around. I was really taken aback by this, but then everyone was really nonplussed by it, so I decided that this is always how Wheel of Fortune had been and I had just forgotten (this happens a lot to me in dreams). Then, in one way or another, I was about to be on the show as one of the topless girls because I needed the money or some such. I spent a good part of the dream (in real time, right before the taping of the show was about to happen) worrying about the whole thing. At the last moment, I didn't go through with it because I didn't want my parents to see my boobs.
5. I want to live in Paris, and Brooklyn. But I only want to live in Paris for maybe 8-10 months. And then come back and pine wistfully for it. Actually, maybe move to Brooklyn and pine from there.
And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say.
I listened to that song like 5 times today.
Jessica is now in Brooklyn and I want to go and live there with her. I miss my friends a lot. While I am really excited to travel in SE Asia, I am more looking forward to going and seeing my friends. Dan and I are going to see Tegan and Sara on my first night in Chicago. And we are going to eat Chicago pizza next to the bean. I am taking Kelly on a date to Jerusalem Gardens in Ann Arbor. And, Jessica and I will be reunited roommates again, thank the god.
6. I think I need to find a boy to part-time shack up with when I get back to Denver. You know, escape to boy's house when tired of parents, escape to parents when tired of boy/when wanting delicious free food or delicious free laundry. This shall be another moving back to Colorado resolution and shall be added to the list.
2. This whole numbering thing of the last two entires is a really lame way to write a blog entry, but it also makes it so that I don't have to use natural transitions and have complete, entry-long thoughts. I haven't felt so good at these things lately.
3. I am *really* tired of all the dumb drama in my office. Will make me glad to leave. It's amazing how people can stay in the mindsets of 9-year-olds for so long. You know that feeling where you feel like you are in an absurdist world because of the way other people act? Like you are sane and grounded, but then everyone else is completely disconnected from reality, thus making you feel the same way? Like when you are sitting in a bus and the bus next to you starts moving, making you think that you are moving when you really aren't? Am I really typing this dumb shit right now?
4. I had a dream last night about Wheel of Fortune. At first, I was really shocked because instead of Vanna White, there were a bunch of topless babes on the show prancing around. I was really taken aback by this, but then everyone was really nonplussed by it, so I decided that this is always how Wheel of Fortune had been and I had just forgotten (this happens a lot to me in dreams). Then, in one way or another, I was about to be on the show as one of the topless girls because I needed the money or some such. I spent a good part of the dream (in real time, right before the taping of the show was about to happen) worrying about the whole thing. At the last moment, I didn't go through with it because I didn't want my parents to see my boobs.
5. I want to live in Paris, and Brooklyn. But I only want to live in Paris for maybe 8-10 months. And then come back and pine wistfully for it. Actually, maybe move to Brooklyn and pine from there.
And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say.
I listened to that song like 5 times today.
Jessica is now in Brooklyn and I want to go and live there with her. I miss my friends a lot. While I am really excited to travel in SE Asia, I am more looking forward to going and seeing my friends. Dan and I are going to see Tegan and Sara on my first night in Chicago. And we are going to eat Chicago pizza next to the bean. I am taking Kelly on a date to Jerusalem Gardens in Ann Arbor. And, Jessica and I will be reunited roommates again, thank the god.
6. I think I need to find a boy to part-time shack up with when I get back to Denver. You know, escape to boy's house when tired of parents, escape to parents when tired of boy/when wanting delicious free food or delicious free laundry. This shall be another moving back to Colorado resolution and shall be added to the list.