December 2008
14 posts
dear diary, today i:
got a bad haircut
noticed that my eyebrows are strangely arched and misshapen
actually paid attention to those things
upset a loved one
sat through a billy bob thorton movie
depleted my bank account
can’t sleep
it’s just been one of those days. intense. i feel really intense in the worst way. but this awesome noise band just messaged me and asked svetlana...
shit, listening to the walkmen for the first time since montreal. sounds like rod stewart mixed with the raddest music imaginable.
hanging out with chris and his dad in tahoe, hah. it’s alright. been put to work. need to study.
julie doiron is perfect rainy frigid ice-cold-outdoors music.
i picked up this collection of poems by robert bly called “this tree will be here for one thousand years.” i read the whole thing on the bus. i can’t believe it. it is so quiet and deliberate and about snow, and i swore it was snowing down on shattuck earlier today.
oh after my final i went with a friend down to...
“My lovely Dasha did something recently that made me incredibly happy. She wrote...”
– 2005. i forgot that i used to do stuff like this. i guess i still mean to, though. i will. i’ll start again.
i applied to graduate school
ooooh boyy
now we wait
also i am reading a book about how romantic love is just a combination of oxytocin and dopamine. i don’t know about this. i haven’t really experienced anything lasting or meaningful enough to disprove that idea.
but what about other kinds of love? tell me o scientists what is the sequence of neurohormone release that happens when i see my best friend?
i feel happy, but a little...
friday afternoon.
living in an extraordinary place.
so feeling good every day. “awaking with agency.” i just took a walk to drop a letter for shoptaw off. the postman standing next to his truck saw me coming, stretched his hands out and shouted “I need a LOVE LETTER” and kept those hands outstretched until the letter was safely inside them.
and i needed to see it safe, because everything...
megan: hahahahahahhaa but the best part megan: is that it’s true megan: everyone hates those fucking jeans
sitting on my bed among tousled sheets writing my statement of purpose for the master’s of fine arts program at san francisco state.
i am giddy with excitement. this feels so right. i want to stick around california a little longer to write about it. i need to see this love through until the very end.
the windows are wide open. the hills are beautiful outside. how did i end up here? how...
wednesday morning
love
friends
so happy to see everyone that came out tonight. meant so fucking much i’m still taking it in. aria and i put in a lot of work the past few weeks and i even feel proud.
the me of one year ago would have NEVER IMAGINED THIS
being able to play a great show like this, i mean. we calculated that 75 people came out. amazing.
i love you all. this is the happiest place in my life...
elton john: you know dasha
ringo starr: i dont know what you have against me
mick jagger: but you really dont need to be such a fucking bitch all the time.
what i am missing:
prague.
valentines day.
opening for islands.
ISLANDS.
i must best this problem. this problem is for besting. besting will be solved.
in the meantime i am wondering how i ended up vacuuming my parents’ house at 1:30 am with a song in elvish to write and record tomorrow. i cannot wait until this semester is bested.