so i’m thinking of doing an e.e. cummings sort of thing with not capitalizing anything. i say this because i’m very tired all the time.
i’ve got those tired eyes, all the time…yeah i need someone to bring me to bed.
school=all consuming. i have come to understand exactly why so few drama and debate coaches get married early on. i’m actually at school for about 14 hours a day, and that doesn’t include my own prep time. much as i would love to come home to, you know, my husband, it’s probably just as well he’s gone–i’m no good to no one now.
yesterday itunes released a bunch of lollapalooza tracks. i bought all their s-k (just three songs), plus some go! team, and a little cursive. live tracks are a bit disorienting when you have the knowledge that it’s your voice cheering the start of a song. i’m pretty sure you can actually hear me on "turn it on"–only i would have that high, thin wail. that song makes me cry to listen to–it was their last song, one of their last shows, and such an emotional high for me. the go! team…man, they made me fucking love them, just based on their set–of course i’m buying that shit. i don’t know how anyone could not dance during "junior kickstart."
came across this article on cnn a little while ago, had a surreal sort of moment from it, too. down towards the bottom is this quote:
The Florida law was inspired by the 2001 death of 18-year-old Chad Meredith during rush week at the University of Miami. The freshman from Indianapolis drowned while trying to swim across a campus lake with two Kappa Sigma fraternity brothers after a bout of drinking.
i heard that kid die. that was the night of hurricane michelle (not much of a hurricane, mind you), which also happened to be the first night i spent with ryan, one of the more confused and tortured of the miami series. i left his room about 4 a.m., and while i was walking back to my dorm i heard the two other guys running up and down the lake, screaming this kid’s name and swearing. it’s a surreal memory, as it is any time death passes peripheral to my life. it’s odd to think that 30 feet away from me, someone passed away without me knowing it. such big things seem like they should announce themselves with more than the sound of drunken panic, but i suppose death is the quietest change a person can undergo.
