our cd's came in the mail today!!!!!

our cd's came in the mail today!!!!!

our cd's came in the mail today!!!!!

our cd's came in the mail today!!!!!

our cd's came in the mail today!!!!!

(i'm really really really excited, i can hardly sit still.)

i have a boy that calls me on the telephone after a long day to say,

"do you remember what today is?  happy three months baby, i hope there are many more to come."

and i don't remember the last time i've smiled that big.

open up your windows and let in the breeze
it will softly kiss your eyelids as you fall asleep
and shake, rattle, roll the branches on the trees
and maybe soon your restless, wreckless
heart will find a bit of peace.

your eyes are pretty bright, baby
they could hold a lot of promise
but they look sunken around the edges
and a bit too unfinished
to fit in anywhere, you'll always be a stranger,
a passing ghost, an enigma,
like a floating piece of paper
plucked up, and carried away
by every gusty day.
but you don't think it matters much
you quite prefer to be this way.

-on the road by jack kerouac

i love this man seriously. i'm adding him to my list of people i would like to have sordid affairs with simply because of their writing. it really is quite a shame he drank himself to death.

so sometimes melissa and i sneak backstage to watch modest mouse so we can see better, and then are found and befriended by their roadies who proceed to give us bottles of water because "it get's really hot back here", along with set lists, and tell us we are awesome for sneaking back and being so cool about it, and invite us to stand on the very side of the stage with them and the tambourine player.

because we fucking own. 

(yeah that's right)

someone please buy me these ridiculously expensive jeans that i am in love with so much that i took a picture of myself wearing them in the von maur dressing room like the lame-ass that i am....please.

sestinas are the most rediculously painful form of poetry to ever attempt to write.  seriously, it nearly killed me.

( the same six words used throughout the entire poem at the end of every line, in varying order, in each of the six stanzas? seriously, who thought this shit up? )

best ever.

(no wonder people sometimes think we are on drugs).

i'm in a very bizarre mood tonight.  i just spent the last twenty minutes laying shut in my darkened closet for no reason.  i just felt like it.  it seemed peaceful.  it was nice. 

i am nuerotic as all hell. 

goodnight.

apparently my hair is quite wavy when i let it air dry...i was not aware of that, when did this happen?

you learn something new every day.

so i never know what i want,

ever...

oh yeah, and i found out tonight that i'm probably not going to spend new years eve with my boy because he wants to get really drunk with his friends and "would feel weird doing it in front of me"...pshh, lame!  i think i just need to stop dating period. 

mullet anyone?

hell yes, i love it.