now you know this is what it feels like.
mood: pressed for time, it seems.
music: check entry
mandatory nine inch nails download: the wretched.
christ, i can't believe i procrastinated and had my idea stolen right out from under me. that's precisely what i get.
joshua radin: winter
my workload has been .. relatively manageable. i've been quite successful in juggling my projects, mom time, jay time, friends time, sleep time, work time. mom commented last night on how i hadn't packed anything in over week. truthfully, i prefer not to pack when she's home. i know she hates to see it.
poe - wild
she's working right now so soon i'll wrap this up and start packing. i felt the first pang of pre-packing the other night when jay and i started talking about the silmarils. my references were tucked away in a box, taped up and under a stack of similar boxes in the front room. i didn't even remember until i had rolled out of bed and started at my empty bookcase that it was just that. empty.
yeah yeah yeahs - maps
jay seems baffled by the fact that i have twenty+ boxes to my name. twenty. my whole life, in twenty boxes. is that an unreasonable amount? jay is some strange sort of hybrid of a person, alibeit a sexy hybrid, who only needs to pack the entire contents of his apartment in ten. dishes and all.
shivaree - goodnight moon
i have let go of so much to get it down to twenty. honestly. industrial sized trash bags i couldn't lift, full of little pieces of who i am. or was, for that matter. a major step for someone like me, someone who keeps everything. i threw out old letters, old journals, old pictures .. i guess the key word in those statements would be old, but whos to decide they no longer have significant worth to me?
well, they're gone now. i couldn't get rid of everything, but i'm surprised and proud by how much i could. some things will stay here, though. i don't want them with me but i don't want them gone forever .. certain letters from high school, giant binders of letters between chelsea and i. there's no rightful place for it now, so it'll remain in my closet until i make up my mind. one day.
chocolat sountrack - caravan
urge overkill - girl, you'll be a woman soon
dave brubeck - take five
anyone can understand how the name dave brubeck transmitted over a cell phone can sound like dave blueblah, right?
in other news, i have a fantastic idea for my final drawing project. terry, tell david and vidal for me: when we had gone to islands of adventure, on city walk in margaritaville. i had taken a picture of them sitting in those wooden lounge chairs. they were both smoking. it's a perfect example of all the elements i need. although i don't know why i try, i'm fairly sure this teacher has it in for me. anyway, that moment will be forever remembered on a 22x30 inch sheet of bfk paper.
one last song. this one is for jay. and for my mom too.
john secada - just another day.