When out of an orange colored sky...

I honestly have a problem.

Where's the computer? I'm writing something in my head!

The way Speed stretches after his cat-naps, all long and lean and breathtaking, trying his hardest to become one gray line, but giving up, going to back to his cat-shape, and struttin' to the kitchen. Tucking away words that gleam in my face, expecting to say them in a future compliment, meaning what I have to say, clutching a chin as I speak, perhaps. The silence after the mispronunciation of a word, on either end. Recommending books to people. Wishing you could be someone and then coming to the realization that they might wish to be you. Being surrounded by non-human life. Wondering what it feels like to clutch someone's chin. Talking about nothing while thinking about something, and talking about something while thinking about nothing. Letting words fall from your mouth. Not worrying about the future, but still letting it rest heavily atop your cerebellum, sometimes wiggling your right lobe around a little. Finding really awesome photos of yourself that someone else took. Wrinkling your nose. Seeing an artist's rendition of Harry Potter's hand, reaching towards the orange heavens peak up from my comforter. The smallness of my feet. The word "commandeer". Listening to Ezra Koenig say "diction". That booming sort of laughter. LQTM, not LOL. Men with old-times names. Carnival games. Getting your fortune told. Elf ears. Calling someone a glorious nickname. The obvious mispelling of the word "glourious". Remote controls. Oversized remote controls. Hearing people call the remote "the clicker", and wishing you could make a habit out of calling it by said nickname, only to come to terms with the fact that you will forever call it the unexciting and blatantly obvious name you always have. Water bottles. Spongebob. Showers, and dancing in them. Good hair days.

Knowing that the life you lead is not only "the only one you get", "short", "unfair", etc., but a growth. A life is meaningful and meaningless. It contradicts itself, but makes everything worthwhile. You feel one, you feel at ease. You can't be anyone else.

But what you really feel is undeniably, unavoidably, enthusiastically yourself.

If I could give guys one tip:

GROW A BEARD.

Thank you, that will be all.

This stuff is gettin' to me.

I really intend to get the She & Him CD. I promise.

Maybe Nadia will give it to me.



Ooooh, girl.

Sometimes it's hard to write in paragraphs.


This Never Shout Never stuff is weird. It's showing up lately, and I finally (accidently) listened to one of their songs. After all the Autumn-preaching of how "beautiful their music is", almost recieving a CD, some man talking about them (and me knowing who he was talking about) and those damn plastic bracelets clouding my vision, I heard a song on someone's Myspace. Hurrr? They...they're more than I thought they were.

February 4, 2010

I never intended to write this for a blog, so I'm not going to type it out. It's supposed to be written, you know?

You gave me something I could hooooold on to [...] more than you could ever know, it's truuue.

Listenin' to Cobra Starship makes me think about how I listened to their first CD all during a Colorado trip, that I choose to believe changed my life, and how weird it is that we can credit a piece of our life and how it played out to music. That particular song is a little cheese-ballish; that's not what I'm going for. It's just, it brings me back. Goodness! I'm more happy than this! I'm not this deep chick! We'll try something else.

Today, I got a water bottle with my name on it from Learning Express. I know what you're thinking, "OHMYGAWWD, SHE'S SO AWESOME." I realize this, but thank you for pointing it out in your brain (even if not purposefully directed at me).

Side note: We all know that my Myspace bulletins are my blog posts, but my bulletins are my babies. I intend to let my babies live on, but who knows what could happen.

That'll about do it.