self-titled: ^_^
perfect from now on
so it's 1am. i have 12 pages to write. i've written zero. i've done nothing even RESEMBLING work for the past 2 hours. i love me.
umm, yesterday came and went, as did today. and somehow, this paper still looms over me.
i pulled out this entry's titular built to spill album today, and damn, i forgot how good it is. "i can't get that sound you make out of my head / i can't even figure out what's making it / it feels like fingernails across the moon / or do you rub your wings together?" that's just great. namely the fingernails across the moon.
also, the magnetic fields' 69 love songs is just genius. but i knew that.
i set up a messageboard for the bostonians and alumni, because that wasn't writing my paper.
also, i'm kinda bummed about homecoming. i can't believe katie judas'd me like she did. i definitely asked her, mainly because i wanted to go to homecoming, but also because she's pretty much guaranteed to put out. but then she said no, and then i found out she's going with sean. and i'm not going and i've never been to a BC dance and it seemed like a good idea, but i guess i'll wait till commencement. blah.
hmm
katie's going to bed.
that leaves me with little to do, aside from maybe actually looking at this paper, but i'll see if i can find something else, i'm pretty crafty.
"i could make a career of being blue / i could dress in black and read camus / smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth / like i was 17 / that would be a scream"
yay stephen merritt.