Laughing with a Mouth of Blood / St. Vincent
GUYS IT LOOKS DIFFERENT EVERY DAY.
Again.At the start of A Study in Pink:
Oh man, in my Classical Mythology class we just talked about how the first and last books of The Iliad do this exact thing and it’s called a ring composition and it’s kind of brilliant and I am really, really nerding out right now.
(Also maybe I should mention that this is spoiler-y, just in case. But for God’s sake, if you haven’t seen Sherlock yet, GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW I CANNOT SAY ENOUGH GOOD THINGS ABOUT THIS GODDAMN PERFECT TELEVISION SHOW.)
Angrily washing dishes and listening to Jimmy Eat World. Classical Mythology is interesting enough, but right now I just want to sit in my bed and watch The Office and try not to think about how stupid and unfair things can be. On a lighter note, I have a ton of packing to do before Saturday but I’m seeing Gatz on Friday and I’m so, so excited.
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. My dad gave me this cake when he and my mom came to see Julius Caesar last Friday (I killed myself directly in front of them and it was awkward), and I jokingly told him that I’d eat it all myself, but then I got really into the idea and now it’s almost gone. NO SHAME.
Also, the emotions that I’m feeling because Caesar is over are kind of eclipsing the ones I should be feeling regarding my birthday. Maybe it’ll hit me tomorrow that I’m not a teenager any more.
1. Wear my new Uniqlo jacket.
2. Watch Community.
3. Read Shakespeare. And other books, but right now just Shakespeare.
4. Eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
5. Snuggle, cuddle, nuzzle, etc.
All I have are questions that probably won’t get answered.
Alexis won free tickets to see Peter Bjorn and John at the Bowery Ballroom last night and it was so much fun. There were two openers: we missed the first one, but the second was this all-girl band from Tokyo called The Suzan and they were precious and really enjoyable. When we got back from the show, we had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. PB&J city.
Yesterday evening and most of today was spent doing Tisch’s 40 in 24 festival (which actually turned out to be 20 in 24). It was awesome and the play I was in was funny and everyone in my group was lovely and by some stroke of luck my play and the one Adam wrote were performed in the same theatre, so I got to see his, which was nice.
Now it’s late and one of our windows is open (because it is getting colder and I’m so excited about that) and I feel strange and I can never be eloquent in times like these; I just want to like, break a few things and go wander through the city. I dunno. I should probably just go to sleep.
Grown-up things that have happened recently: I got my first paycheck; I used money from that paycheck to buy a plane ticket for myself; and I applied for a credit card, as per my dad’s recommendation.
I’ve felt so strange and irritable lately. There are things that I want to do and should do but I just don’t do them. I don’t know. I like sleeping too much (but I never go to sleep when I should). And I can’t wait until I have my own place to live.
Today I listened to two new albums: Patrick Wolf’s Lupercalia and Beirut’s The Rip Tide. The former was kind of disappointing; I think I prefer the angry, moody Patrick to this sentimental one. It wasn’t bad in the least, but the songs all kind of blended into each other. The Rip Tide, however, was lovely, lovely, lovely. I only wish it lasted longer.
There is a car stopped on Croskey Street with loud rap music playing, people are laughing. My window is cracked open and I can hear them easily. It is four in the morning and I wonder why, of all places, they would want to stop on Croskey Street: a small, cobblestone street with really nothing to offer other than the pleasure some people may get out of seeing the antiquated cobblestones. Somehow, I don’t think these people would be too interested in the composition of the street. You never know though, I suppose.
The music stopped. There is a dog barking; I wonder who it belongs to. The music was masking the loud chirping of the birds that always hang out in the trees near our house, but now I can hear them again, thinking Aren’t birds supposed to chirp in the morning? I mean, I guess it is the morning, but I mean the actual morning, when there is light, when the sun is rising. There are a ton of them, these birds, and they are loud. I’ve gotten accustomed to them at this point, like I’ve gotten accustomed to the screeching trains that go by and the much more muted sounds of cars. The dog is still barking. I hear some mumbled voices; maybe the dog belongs to the people who the voices belong to.
I know I should go to sleep.
I’m sure this concerns/affects absolutely no one, but somehow, my ask box was disabled. It’s back now, so if you were dying to ask/tell me anything, you can do that again.
(Putting this gif here to make this post more worthwhile.)
I wish my hair could be this huge at all times.
How I feel a great deal of the time.
