my roomie is sick in da house

minimal work

scarymasks

okkervil river

AHHHHHH. song on repeat.

A flurry of things.

I've accumulated lots of loose ends lately. Fleeting thoughts have turned into full on feelings and that sort of thing. Because of this i think i have been sleeping a lot. Must be one of those phases, you know? Where you sleep...a lot.

Today at school i took a bunch of past Hamline art and literary journals thinking that they'd be encouraging. Instead, they only made me question my place even further. The pieces were mediocre and not beyond a high school art room or a teen poetry club. One of the poems published was literally called, "drink my blood." Really? That kind of unfathomable poetry plus the numerous nature photographs equaled something less than inspiring for me. Hamline is a wonderful university. I truly believe i am a better human being because of my time spent learning there... yet my artistic endeavours barely ignite in it's liberal arts atmosphere.

Now more than ever it's obvious to me that it's time to make new plans, new goals, and gain exactly what i want from this life.
boo ya.

Oh boy.

It's been this kind of day...
creepy and annoying.

lines

The first boy i ever loved said this to me:

" I love you, but i love you like a father."

one flew over the cuckoo's nest

I am currently listening to Jack Nicholson's dry cackle in the background... Nights in the living room are funny, you see. Jess and i try to keep up on our film watching, but by the end of the night we are both little nerds on our mac books and consumed completely by the interwebs. Tonight we went out in negative eight degree weather to fetch ourselves a hearty meal at one of Saint Pitiful's yuppi hot spots, Cafe Latte. Besides an overzealous restaurant-goer/ failed artist trying to discuss the benefits of free love with his also failed artist girlfriend, it was worth going out in the cold to have such a nice meal.
I was lucky enough to see " Man on Wire" tonight- a wonderful documentary recently created to tell the story of Phillipe Petit's journey between the two towers on a rope during the 70's. His one dream was to conquer the two towers... and his enthusiasm was greatly inspiring.

"If i die. it would be a beautiful death because it would have been in the exercise of my passion."

Hells yes. I want to feel that way about something.

Honestly, the series of inspirational/empowering media i have encountered lately is really starting to fuck up my life. pushing my boundries. wonderful.

oh yeah... i also saw Benjamin Button... it too was amazing.

with that i leave you this discovery.....



"The patients are not allowed in the nurses station."

a better conversation than i could have hoped for.

January 12, 2009

Taurus

That vague confusion you've allowed to take hold of you recently will suddenly disappear - and not before it's time either. You'll finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, and manage to rustle up some amazing ideas to get a stalling business or creative concept back on its feet.








If only I were Miss Muffet...

Revolutionary Road

Cait and i parked in the Rainbow Foods parking lot around a quarter to seven, eager to run in the below zero temperatures towards the Uptown Landmark Theatre. We were leaving the house for two very specific reasons: to let a friend of ours have some alone time with a new smitten kitten and to re-live our adolescence watching Kate and Leo on the big screen. There was no hit Celine Dion single this time around, just true blue players and one moving story. The acting reminded me of the same chemistry between Vivian Leigh and Brando in a "A Streetcar Named Desire." Fiery, violent... and well amazing to me. Anyhow, Revolutionary Road.... a dark exploration of the values of corporate American society... the values of an individual and how they are intertwined with vocation... give or take a couple love scenes, some adultery, and furniture being thrown and there you have it!
oh yes, and kathy bates was in it. All in all it was a good outing and i got to use my George Forman lean mean grilling machine again when we hungrily arrived home.
I have felt the loneliness much today, but in that a feel a freedom in all that i do.
I try my best to keep my head high, my eyes open, and my heart beating.

i took a chance

i feel like crap. out of love. but the record keeps saying,"don't worry, baby" It is so ridiculously funny from the outside looking in the little mouse enjoying it's cheese. my friends are all blushing brides healthy, happy, free my friends are all breaking lightbulbs i am breaking my own heart, one misguided attempt at a time. It is so ridiculously awkward from the inside looking out i worry, and worry, contrary to what Brian Wilson sings... "don't worry, baby."

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