i love the city. i've been writing a lot. i'm learning how to screen print. it feels really good to be spending lots of time with creative people. biking isn't even that scary. it's lonely but i'm starting to enjoy it.

i should probably stop looking at places to wwoof in hawaii when i am trying to finish my thesis.
i should also probably get offa lj.
i might have to pull another all nighter BUT amy and i are goin kayaking tomorrow. it is gon be beautiful and perfect.

i am the dreamiest baby lately. i spend half my time in my head. i got blublockers yesterday, walked to schoo listening to page france. everything was golden and put me in the best mood ( Read more... )

everything is heat lately and i keep dreaming of hands on my back.
i just wanna be donee wiff my thessississsss :(

i want to bake bread every morning. i keep thinking about the scene in harriet the spy where her nanny takes her to the junkyard garden. it looks like a scene through blueblockers, glasses in the trees and rosie o'donnell. everybody keeps telling me i'm crazy lately and i'm beginning to reluctantly accept it. i read the unbearable lightness of ( Read more... )

i feel pulled away from my center. graduating is scary but also light-filled. i'm farming this summer and then who knows. i don't even care anymore, i am just going to drift.

moving on is hard and i'm bad at it.

i loved winter a little today. i walked flood bank path and sang joanna newsom. i sat real still, watched the ice melt, threw sticks into the river. i saw my friends when i was walking home. they took me to get a sandwich.

 gon' stop drop and roll into summer 
 and keep going until i fall off
 or run into a wall

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grant proposals are AAANNNNNOYYYIINGGGG, but i am going to feel so good when i am done. even if i have to stay at the lib all night, which is my fault anyways because i shouldn't have left it until the night before it was due! yo whatevahz. i was having a bad day, but then i was thinking about how i am lucky to have things like a car(even if it ( Read more... )