You go to a show and you look around and you see that there's no one there like you.
I can never tell if I'm jealous or if I genuinely hate everything.

Truths as of Sunday, September 29th, 2013

Life is so weird. I think it's good. Eating is perfect. People are confusing. Work has been fun the last few days. I don't feel like an adult. I feel like I'm out of step. I don't know if that's good or bad. People seem to like me. It's superficial, but that's ok I guess. 

The Arcade Fire are boring. They made an arty video but their music is totally lame.

summer.

i wish i had money.

i want to go to that younger lovers show but i don't know if i can swing it.

i want to go to philadelphia.

i need to save for england.

what am i even going to do there?

i just want to be in sf all the time and go to shows.

This is hardly news

Le Tigre's "New Kicks" still makes me cry my eyes out.

I give you the fruits if my ocean/you just break my bones with your sticks & stones

Still really tired. Ended up getting like three hours of sleep after watching hours of Michell & Webb and then hurriedly doing homework at 5am.

That last sentence's questionable structure is a clue into the way my brain is functioning at the moment. Actually, I can't even tell if there's anything wrong with it.

Clearly this is the best time to do ANTH 115 homework.

What is wrong with me?

I can't even begin to answer that.

Be my best friend, Lou Christie

I am so tired it hurts. Like, I actually feel ill.

I have to do some busywork bullshit for 2 of my classes, and I still need to sort out some kind of PHIL 160 midterm prep (i.e., ...read all of the assigned reading I've been putting off...). I also need to write those 3 things for ANTH 115, and that Hertfordshire essay...and shit, that PHIL 160 essay.

God, this is boring. I'll just stop here.