this imploding heart

one is the lonliest number

the crazy part is that I'm in this house at this college, attending a lecture by the nun who wrote Dead Man Walking (which was freaking amazing, excerpts from my 3 pages of notes later), playing soccer in my shitkicker shoes and rendering myself barely able to move the next day, drinking plastic cups of beer in the bar under the cafeteria, borrowing Chlo's clothes, hanging out with her friends, discussing the relative merits and drawbacks of drum circles, and it doesn't seem weird. Because she's about and I can kind of tell, so it's no big deal. No matter what happens, one or the other of us is pretty certain to be able to figure out a suitable solution.

East coast indie band common knowledge is turning out to be totally different than west coast indie band common knowledge. I think this is encouraging. (Lets start a gang war. The west coast can call themselves One American Haircut and the east coast can call themselves Aunt Thelma's Sweet Revenge. All yall in the middle can be Astronaut Laundromat. I am a freaking genius.)

The great thing about vacation is that you can eat a donut and a hershey bar for breakfast and then go back to bed for an hour or so, and if you end up kissing dorks, it doesnt matter because you'll never see them again.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, goodnight.