i'm angsty tonight! yikes. this doesn't happen much anymore ( Read more... )

this morning i coaxed myself from brad's room around 11:30, walked approximately 30 steps to the suite, and did yoga and drank chai with mausami as emily and ilse emerged and reminisced about last night. we are such a perfect suite family, it's disgusting: i am the alcoholic/closet gay/rock-band reject father, ilse the ghetto-fabulous mother, maus ( Read more... )

i'm sitting on the floor in the basement of my uncle's house in cincinnati, wearing a vintage dress with a slit in the back that grows everytime i wear it, drinking the biggest, grandest cup of tea imaginable and listening to tiny dancer. that about sums up my mood at this moment ( Read more... )

( short meme: seven (7) songs i'm listening to )

6 weird habits ( Read more... )

sad songs are brutal on lonely evenings. as are pablo neruda love sonnets and breathtaking sunsets and quiet beds. why does separation have to feel so hard ( Read more... )

recently life has been okay, at times bordering on suspiciously nice. my finals were easy and minimal (to say the least) and so for the past week i've basically just lounged around, packed a lot, and had the freedom to relax a little: read a good book, drink a corona or two in the midafternoon, sleep in later than usual (though i'd rather get up ( Read more... )

today in the practice room i decided that i really have no right to complain about anything. none of us do - we are so fucking lucky. i constantly work myself up over trivial, unimportant things, and fail to put them in perspective, giving them much more attention then they deserve. besides, complaining is just unnecessary, obnoxious, and achieves ( Read more... )

this weekend was unbelievably pleasant, possibly even ranking among the best of my life thus far. i can't really figure out what made it so delightful, except for that everyday was full of interesting, varied events which made me feel satisfied and cultured and relatively productive, amidst my horrendous practicing schedule. also, nearly every hour ( Read more... )

oh, i've hardly taken a breath since coming home, and now my bags are packed for the bahamas and i'm waking up in approx. 3 hours to catch a flight to paradise(ish). i miss school terribly, even though there's so many things to see and places to go and people to reunite with in seattle. on the agenda when i return home (which feels different and ( Read more... )