D.H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
Great quote reblogged from my buddy Ben’s super-literary blog
D.H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
Great quote reblogged from my buddy Ben’s super-literary blog
Don’t ask. Just go. Enjoy.
Pavement…jazz…yes. I had a master class with Cyrus (the piano player).
Barack Obama
mmsmphshdmsammma…oh sorry, forgot to take the gun out of my mouth before speaking.
Part 2 in my series: Why this is the worst time ever to try to get a job.
Speaking of Aesop
I went home Thursday to eat some real food and pick up some things (namely hangers) that I needed and whatnot. That was nice and relaxing but felt really weird. For the first time, I truly felt like and outsider coming to the house, but it was still so easy and familiar to find my place in the flow of the household and do what I have been doing there all summer (namely nothing). It was a very bizarre feeling, but I didn’t hate it. I hope I get a job so I don’t have to move back home and loose that feeling, but it is always good to have a place to go.
Speaking of places to go, I visited Mike in Amherst last night. I just got home. I am very hung over. Dan, he wants you to tell Amanda he says “what’s up.” Ok, I was kidding, he does say “what’s up” to you Hamilton homos though. Natalie got her “what’s up” LIVE at 5 in the morning. She loooooooved it (namely didn’t).
Auditioning to be the band fire chief,
Jason
Joyce
-and yet I fight it better every day. Today, I worked on a song for the first time in a long while-
How graduation has made me a statistic for change!