words, photographs, insights, & music.
Music is my life, I would honestly shrivel up and die without some form of sound or the ability to hear. I cherish it with all of my heart and don't go a day without listening to something, whether it is the lovely whistling and violin of Andrew Bird, or simply the tapping of a foot on concrete. I love people, films, artwork, travel, and find few things more satisfying than sitting out by the ocean, listening to nothing but the crashing waves.
Listening to Transatlanticism is kind of making me tear up in the library…
email from her this morning
” 1. I love you
2. You are a perfectionist like me and all will be fine but your insides will feel like dog meat (dog meat?)
3. Try to take a breath and have a good day…it will all be over soon.
—-Love you, Mom”
Words of wisdom. Perfectionism sucks.
@andrewbird has something to smile about.
Prime example of a “hot dad”. Also, where did your arms go?
Ugh ugh ugh library fail to the maxxxxxxx. First, I can’t concentrate. Then, my computer shuts off randomly, repeatedly, as I am trying to write this paper. I decide to move over to the library computers. I choose one, and the headphones don’t work (I need music to concentrate). I move over the the one right next to it, thinking hey…maybe this will be my last move? NOPE. Guy next to me REEKS of who knows what, his hands are covered in what looks like soot, and is drinking a large carton of milk and eating a sandwich while watching some really loud youtube videos. The smell becomes unbearable so I move over to the OTHER set of computers in the library. I am here now, trying to listen to Regina’s new album and the expensive headphones are JACKED up. Part of the desk fell off when I got up. Fuck. everything. Everything smells bad, I’m stressed and I just want this quarter to END. Not the fun parts, just the academic ones. SANTA CRUZ WHY DO YOU SMELL SO BAD.
/end rant.
edit: also, can I just mention how much I despise the word grapple? No, not a combination between a grape and and apple. The word used to describe instances when someone is trying to grasp or understand something, or at least struggle with complex ideas or issues.
WHAT. SO. this 14 year old girl won the “Rock for Kids” Andrew Bird scholarship and got to perform this song with Bird at the Hideout Block Party? I am so envious!
I’m goin’ home, goin’ home, goin’ hoooooome, i’ll meet you on that fatal shore.
(via christopher-isherwood)
