I just want to say that this is such an adorable song and I’ve been listening to it all week:
No actual music video, unfortunately. I’m making one this summer if she doesn’t.
I need to write this other paper, but I spent the past 20 minutes trying to get the campus Internet to work, and I’ve given up. I turned on this hidden setting in my phone to make it only work on 3G, and I’m tethered. Fuck the Willy P IT department. I think I’m going to go down there and try to talk to someone tomorrow. They put up this snarky sign in the dorms saying we shouldn’t use wireless routers.
First, WTF? If you fucks had actually hooked up wireless, then we wouldn’t need to. Why not just pass out fucking CompuServe discs?
Shitty IT makes me livid. I’m sorry, but if you’re twice my age and don’t know how to run a fucking network, just quit. Go home. Hang yourself in cat5 cable. Please. The Internet users of Willy P will thank you.
Anyway, once it stopped working I went down to the gym to jog for a while. Ran into Marvin, we’re trying to plan a party for next week, but my budget is looking pretty conservative. I can’t believe I got paid on Friday and I only have $200 until next payday. Well, I worked a bunch today and I’m going to be putting in full days after Wed (I can only hope I don’t have any big assignments).
I’m getting through these winter days listening to songs about summer, and picturing my perfect summer day: waking up at eleven, taking a drive down to the beach, putting my iPod on and taking a nap in the hot sand until one or two. Go out for a nice satisfying swim, then dry out and munch on sandwiches, maybe take a long walk to the pier or the other end of the dunes. I need mental gymnastics to get through this winter.
I met my lit professor today for the first time. He’s a spirited, interesting guy. He is passionate about poetry and is terribly intelligent. I like a teacher that is very interested in his/her subject. No matter what it is, that type of enthusiasm is contagious for me. I was srsly totally involved in this lecture about Walt Whitman. I realize that this period of literature (civil war to WWI) isn’t the period I hate, it’s the period right before that where everyone was stuck on a strict adherence to rhyme and meter.
I’m taking my mom to the Taken by Trees show next month, which should be supercute! I’m also strangely hopeful that I might have a cute Valentine’s Day this year. Last year was totally fun (Sam and I got drunk as hell) but sometimes it’s nice to go out for dinner with someone special.
I also got tickets for Washed Out, which I’m totally excited to see live ever since Mario told me about the EP.
This is a rather music-heavy post, which I usually hate in other people’s blogs. But music is its own smokescreen. It sounds like bullshit to pontificate about how I can’t tell-all any more, but I really can’t. Music is one of those safe subjects that I can always go on about. People, on the other hand, are more difficult to write about because whenever you write, you’re creating a reality parallel (or, many times, perpendicular) to what others are experiencing. Telling what you really feel also gives up all your cards. It’s sort of disheartening to think of life as a game like that, but having people know your true intentions and true feelings is like sending the Iagos of the world an engraved invitation.
This one goes out to those in California (and the Midwest):
I feel like my intellectual life has been neutered with my inability to air my true feelings, but perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be. I need to start writing stories again. It’s better to sheath observations of human nature in fiction.
Categories: Ennui