The Summer’s Gone

April 28, 2009

One last time, for the spring heat wave. 90 degrees in April?!?!

Ah, twee pop…


A farmer, in Iceland

April 27, 2009 – OMG best page ever (not really).

Anyways, I’ve always wanted to visit Iceland. And hey look I do research. And, I could. I dunno if I’d want to right now (would the Icelanders be like “Ooh, American money” or “American swine – bringing the recession and the swine flu!”). But the whole point is I could.  There are departure and returns for less than $300 in June. Hrm…

You were the first one to catch my eye
And you were the first to not let is pass by
You were also the first one to break my heart
But don’t let it bother you it’s an important part

I never gave up but always gave in
I never know just where to begin
I always look but never touch
I guess I’ll never really know much

I always felt like the spare on a trike
And I never met a Katie I didn’t like
Chasing your taillights will always feel right
Even when the day turns into night

You were the first one to follow through
I always will think those feelings are true
I like to be alone you like to be with me
You beat me at chess while I drank the coffee

I always felt like the spare on a trike
And I never met a Katie I didn’t like
Chasing your taillights will always feel right
Even when the day turns into night

I feel like if I blatantly were she wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. One day this will be put to music.

I pt. II

April 20, 2009

One last hurrah for Me & Ukulele? Well, I’ll see how it goes.

I can’t play ukulele, but I can’t even make it look like I can. That’s worse than…being conceited.

It’s odd, the video seems more druggy grass than the song.

Anyways, when was the last time you watched the clouds roll by? When was the last time you had a really deep conversation that also involved tickling and bugs? When was the last time you laid in the grass?

I dunno if this is love, but it’s really really good.

Just a random quote and realization I had today. I think I can live with certain things as long as I’m still doing certain things.

One of the better perks of being creative.

Losing The Day To Night

April 13, 2009

I always wondered if it’s Losing the day tonight or Losing the day to night

Oh well. It’s not as bad the second time around. I like their debut better still…

Late Night Coffee

April 11, 2009

How I miss thee. Much better than someone’s homemade coffee, that one time I broke my Lent rule. Sorry!

P.S. I feel like Max Cohen in Pi, and circling parts of newspapers (or notebooks) that have more to do with my future than others. Is this what caffeine does to ya?

A Good Friday?

April 10, 2009

I have my own doubts about religion. I’ve been at that age of What proof is there of God? Why isn’t God prominent in my life? I haven’t been to church for years and years. I haven’t prayed for a while, and usually only do if a friend tells me to pray for him or her.

But recently with the passing Lent, I’ve been thinking a lot about religion. At some point I came to realize that religion is probably the best thing we humans have created. And that it’s a way to influence each other without sounding arrogant or demanding. Who am I to tell you how to raise a child? But here’s a God, and He says to do this, hoping your children will do the same.

I realized Lent itself is a tool to accept loss and sacrifice. What would happen if we had to give something up, without willingly giving something up for 40 (50, 100, 200, etc.) days?

Another thing I’ve recently been pondering is my naive look at Mr. Albert Camus, and my strange obsession with him. I’ve been thinking about how he died in a car accident, and was still working on a novel at the time. And how he was still “young” and how much of a personal savior he is to me. Well, Jesus died on Good Friday (the Friday before the first Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox – lol). And even if you aren’t particularly religious or didn’t give up meat on Fridays during Lent, you just don’t eat meat on Good Friday.

I have my own doubts about religion. But sacrificing something as small as eating meat on the anniversary of a savior’s death is something I can understand. I might not do this for Albert Camus’ death date cause I’m not that obsessed. But I fully understand and support sacrificing something on Jesus’ death date.

Besides, Camus was just a soul much braver than I. Jesus actually had a plan for peace, and (supposedly) gave the ultimate sacrifice for us. Truly attentive.

I’m Too Busy

April 9, 2009

Usually, I’m too busy dreaming to prepare. Right now, I’m too busy preparing to dream.

It’s funny how that song still relates, and last year how angst-ridden I was. And how right now I’m calculated and calm, thoughtful and hopeful.

I wish Issac sang a little louder.