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I write this from the grave.
That is certainly what it feels like, posting on this old friend after months of absence. Hello old friend, how are you doing? Are you well? Is the California sun keeping you warm? The sun is such a bitch here. I've seen more clouds than I ever have, more pea-coats than I can take, and an admiration for movies that is both suffocating and embarrassing. I believe everyone goes into college thinking they have best taste in movies before they realize everyone also feels the same way. Take for instance, my rabid love for Ratatouille. The idea remains that as a member of society, you are supposed love the guy who swears by Disney movies, if not that, but also think he is cute, adorable,and frankly, full of shit. Well, it turns out that every guy here loves Disney movies, and it is a sad thing.
Anyways, classes are fine. New York is fine. Writing is 90% writing vicariously through your professor, and kissing their ass while you are it. And then getting something like this for failing to write through the perspective of an Athenian general: "You are drowning in a language you can't control!".
I love Jeff Buckley. Here is a little tidbit: I've probably listened to more music from that god-of-a-man since I've been here. His music is so beautiful. And his voice, his...I could go on. People sound so much more poetic when they are dead.
Here is a formula, put out your best work before you are 30, and then suddenly die of
a) drug overdose
b) suicide
c) the most beautiful of ways, accidental drowning
=Legend
I quit. Here are some schnazzy photos.
That's the Cathredal of St. John the Divine which will be completed by 2050. It's been under construction since 1890. Holy shit, right?
RAIN!! It doesn't rain much, and when it does, it's in the morning, but I wouldn't know since I am usually asleep until 3pm. I almost died taking this outside my window, but that's what guardian angels are for.
Does anybody want to webcam today? Not in a kinky way, but an awkward-convo way.
That is certainly what it feels like, posting on this old friend after months of absence. Hello old friend, how are you doing? Are you well? Is the California sun keeping you warm? The sun is such a bitch here. I've seen more clouds than I ever have, more pea-coats than I can take, and an admiration for movies that is both suffocating and embarrassing. I believe everyone goes into college thinking they have best taste in movies before they realize everyone also feels the same way. Take for instance, my rabid love for Ratatouille. The idea remains that as a member of society, you are supposed love the guy who swears by Disney movies, if not that, but also think he is cute, adorable,and frankly, full of shit. Well, it turns out that every guy here loves Disney movies, and it is a sad thing.
Anyways, classes are fine. New York is fine. Writing is 90% writing vicariously through your professor, and kissing their ass while you are it. And then getting something like this for failing to write through the perspective of an Athenian general: "You are drowning in a language you can't control!".
I love Jeff Buckley. Here is a little tidbit: I've probably listened to more music from that god-of-a-man since I've been here. His music is so beautiful. And his voice, his...I could go on. People sound so much more poetic when they are dead.
Here is a formula, put out your best work before you are 30, and then suddenly die of
a) drug overdose
b) suicide
c) the most beautiful of ways, accidental drowning
=Legend
I quit. Here are some schnazzy photos.
That's the Cathredal of St. John the Divine which will be completed by 2050. It's been under construction since 1890. Holy shit, right?
RAIN!! It doesn't rain much, and when it does, it's in the morning, but I wouldn't know since I am usually asleep until 3pm. I almost died taking this outside my window, but that's what guardian angels are for.
Does anybody want to webcam today? Not in a kinky way, but an awkward-convo way.