Yvain

I have a bad habit for meeting flaky girls.

I'm exhausted.

I'd already be in bed, wide awake, but at least attempting sleep, but my ipod is near death, so I'm charging it. I'm sure you'll read all about in tomorrow's papers - an exciting story like that doesn't come around too often.

Hiatus Over

I'm sorry to have been gone for so long! Rest assured I am coming back now. I have lots to write about. Here is my reading I am doing in my spare time:

The Tender Bar, J.R. Moehringer. (No, the guy from Dallas did not write this book. I already checked.)


The Plague, Albert Camus. (Dead rats errywhere.)

Meditations in an Emergency, Frank O'Hara. (I saw this on an episode of Mad Men during its second season and I've been wanting it ever since, so I finally bought it this week. It's just poetry. If anyone gets the chance - I'm talking to you, Libby - read the poem called "Mayakovsky".)

(this post has been HEAVILY edited.)

Goal

My new years resolution for the year, at the insistence of a couple of friends, was to be more smooth. I think I wrote about that on here. Anyway, that stopped after about four days. I think I'm going to try and bring it back into play next quarter (I kind of need to...), but I also want to try a new goal. I'm going to spend time on urbandictionary and gather various words and drop them on a daily basis. Maybe in here, but mostly in real life. I used to do this all the time in high school, but with sayings by Mr. Burns (you know, from The Simpsons).

Respite

I am finished. Finally. Time to write letters. And on here, stories.

Another Post about a Bus

Have you ever gotten on a bus and it's pretty crowded, so you have to sit with a stranger on a two-seater and since you sat there last, you had to sit on the outside? That's the worst. You spend the whole bus ride wondering what stop they're going to get off at and you just can't relax. Or maybe that's just me.

I want the wind to go away, just really fucking badly. 

ce n'est rien

So, nothing to really report this weekend thus far. I've just been studying. It's that time of year (quarter).

Interesting fact: I haven't used a pencil in class (aside from a midterm) since January. All of mine became dull and I think I lost my pencil sharpener or I became too lazy to use it. I don't know. Next quarter's a pencil quarter, though.

A little more

At the risk of my blog turning into a public dream journal, I'd like to point out that lately, I have been having dreams where I've been going to concerts. Like, Tuesday night, I saw Kanye West, and then Girls In Hawaii. This was weird, since I can't fathom a situation where Ye would open for a Belgian indie band, but hey, that's part of the fun of dreams, right? Then later in that dream, while I was in the store, Sufjan Stevens gave a performance of "I Walked" and "Impossible Soul". I think that may have to do with the fact that last week while I was in the grocery store, I was listening to "Impossible Soul". It's a trace. And then last night, I had another one, but this time I was seeing Dr. Dre! Except, he was running late as hell and wouldn't get on the stage until like midnight and was going to play until 3:30 in the morning. That's so G.

Girls In Hawaii, "Casper".

Last day of Classes today. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.