teenage cool kids
lucy blagg
1. when my mom goes to work for 12 hours straight I try to write songs (fail fail fail) or look for songs other people wrote
lemme tell ya songwriting is a natural talent and for me is like trying to poop a brick
I keep this thing for memories and I just remembered 2 good ones so here they are:
1} last night I dreamt that Grammy and I went to see MADtv On Ice (haha!) and I bought a drink or a brownie or something and it definitely had acid in it. For some reason I was staying with Grammy for a while and met two artsy college girls there who kept repeatedly offering a place for me to hang out with them because they didn't know many local girls who liked to make art. They looked like the drippy groupies I saw trailing behind Devendra Banhart and his band the night after his show at UVM. They looked like they wanted to be Stevie Nicks really bad.
I was tripping so hard on this drug that while sitting on the ice with the artsy girls and Grammy I pointed to the right side of the ice arena and saw the Earth from above. Everyone laughed at me but it was really beautiful and real and huge.
That is one of the best dreams I've ever had. I can thank listening to Black Moth Super Rainbow and garage rock all day yesterday for that!
2} the night after Joe got super drunk and slept at my house he had already hung out with me for like 8 hours and was thinking about leaving when he got up and carefully placed every blanket we have in the house on me. It was like The Princess and the Pea reversed. He set my laptop on the futon so I could see it from where I was sitting and got under the blankets with me.
I talked to him on the phone yesterday for something like 40 minutes while he violently searched for a missing blue sock. We discussed how we are going to go sledding every second of the day when we get back and all of the awesome Chicago concerts I'm missing. I love this kid!! He makes me smile so much; I forget about everything that's bothering me when I talk to him.
Tomorrow I'm taking a train to Buffalo to hang out with John Henry. I'd totally be lying if I said I didn't want to see or run into Max at all. That is definitely the masochistic part of me speaking. I'm trying to kill her.