1) I think hours upon hours of staring at a computer screen is rotting my brain... or at least fucking up the delicate balance of my seratonin levels ( Read more... )

It has once again come to my attention that I will do ANYTHING to avoid doing homework. Anything includes eating, wasting time on myspace and livejournal, making lists, fucking around on the internet, playing with the spanish magnetic poetry on the fridge (MAD PROPS TO SHELBY!! I LOVE YOU...), playing with my cello and a shitty tape recorder ( ( Read more... )

Yes, anyone who wasn't at the show last night missed out, indeed. The Mae Shi were fuckin' fabulous... fun to the extreme. My only complaint is that I couldn't hear Ezra's lovely shrieky vocal chords nearly well enough. Ohhhhh. Oh jeez. They best come back and play again ( Read more... )

Hypermagic Mountain saves the day, once again.

Its cold and wet and charming and gorgeous.

Outside my three windows there's a wintry, blustery film, and the only dialogue is the wind blowing down the street and through the trees, swaying the cedars seven feet outside my room, and occasional traffic shuffling by through the thin new layer of snow.

Mmm, felicidad.