"Ageing Young Rebel"

i happily stumbled across this by sheer accident.
it's lovely.

"why do birds suddenly appear"

Day nine of the cold count.
still feeling miffed about not being able to spend the summer months in europe, although it means my impending escape from the G has been pushed forward.
[moths fluttering against the walls of my abdomen.]
my dreams have developed a feline face motif.
days pass while i sip stale coffee and smoke parliaments,
playing with dolls and cameras.
i chipped my milk glass ring.
today i received a sun-faded Sandman poster in exchange for a smile-
a smug grin plastered to my face the rest of the walk home.

"you are a yellow surprise."

"i just need a number and location."

one week of classes down . .
about thirteen more to go . .

and then i will finally have my B.F.A. in design.

i've been racking my brain trying to come up with what i want to do for my independent study this semester. I want to move past my typical black&whites and explore the incredible world of color. because i'm taking a video editing course i think i'm going to get more than my fill of final cut this semester, so i don't want to do another video for 499 as i had originally planned. The proposal is due wednesday, leaving me only two more days to come up with an innovative way to present color prints.
i have to give my first speech in my communication studies course tomorrow morning.
dinner with my dad tomorrow evening.
it's not even february and i'm already feeling the pressure.
is graduation really going to be enough motivation to keep on top of everything??
i guess it has to be.
graduation followed by moving back up north.
back to a place in which i can experience all four seasons of the year as my childhood convinced me they should be.
leaving the ball and chain of greensboro.
growing up.

"i like pink."

best thing to happen to television.
i love being a child of the 90s.

French Doors & Whores

only 11 days into 2009, and it's already proving to be more interesting than i had hoped. Drunken debauchery to keep celebrating the holiday season that i don't want to end. Already i was in a fight, had x-rays taken for the first time, thought i lost two of my best friends, made amends with one of them, made all the wrong choices, made all the right choices, taken too many shots, and been watched through glass doors.
somehow amidst the bedlam i've managed to be productive. i've been looking for a job and started putting my site together. it's still under severe construction, but you should take a look.
check it.

"Holes"

Time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smoke-like streams
that flow into your dreams.
That big blue open sea
that cant be crossed, that cant be climbed
just born between,
oh, the two white lines,
distant gods and faded signs.
of all those blinking lights,
you had to pick the one tonight.

Holes, dug by little moles,
angry, jealous spies
got telephones for eyes,
come to you as friends,
all those endless ends
that can't be tied.
Oh, they make me laugh
and always make me cry.
until they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones.
of all the stones i've thrown,
how does that old song go??