sigh. oh, livejournal. i think our time is likely coming to an end.

i'm moving in with nick.

i really want to go back to the northwest now that it's not on the inside of a giant blizzard. i think i could love it.

so in the midst of all this "moving home" and "transferring" and "going back" to art history and "things whose proper names imply action and change that has yet to happen," i forgot, nay, neglected the fact that i'm actually a pretty fantastic fucking writer ( Read more... )

LETS DO THIS
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i'm going on a rather large trip soon. or, i guess it's more of 2 medium-large trips. anyway, i am fortunate to somehow know people in a lot of different places, but somehow i don't have enough friends for them to be in every place i am always ( Read more... )

i am just happy because for the first time in my life something has happened that has made me feel like i am living in what will someday be history. i will always remember that i was at victorian's reading trivial pursuit questions to nick and paul and silently hating that they didn't know ANY of the answers, even the really simple ones, and out of ( Read more... )

today is election day and here is the biggest bummer of the whole thing:

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because see, if it was 2000, you know that would have fucking ruled instead.

good morning, hey look at all these dudes im going to marry

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i'm at a library because although we have power, no internet. lots of others in columbus aren't so lucky. he still says things like "after about three days i was ready to leave and spend the rest of the week hanging out with you," but this is myrtle beach south carolina and not a bar across town. i can't like him anymore. i got a mandolin. that's ( Read more... )

oh my god!

i've been so sad and drunk without him, and tonight he put on 'going to georgia' and says 'the 'standing in the doorway' part reminds me of beth'

that's really something, right?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

no, that's like, the definition of something.

i just got back from the library
i checked out the 'cademon poetry collection' cd
and
there is a fucking RECORDING of YEATS reading 'the lake isle of innisfree' and 'the song of the old mother'

i don't know how or where this came from but im listening to his voice right now and it's pretty awesome