magical week.
i haven’t been home in about 3 days (excluding the time I took a shower but came right back to school)
i still have so much to do
fuck
ow
but i should go home later tonight and get sleep
fffffffffffff
BUT IT’S ALMOST OVER. SO CLOSE. SO HAPPY.
but for now FUCK
OH. MY. GOD.
FUCKING WHAT.
I MADE A THING THAT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE ME
oH MY gOD you homestucks have the SEXIEST FANART EVER
like everyone is super homo for each other like FUCK
just FUCK
Bright Eyes - Going For The Gold
There’s a voice on the phone
Telling what had happened,
Some kind of confusion
More like a disaster.
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
But you had no knowledge.
No, the chemicals covered you.
So a jury was formed
As more liquor was poured.
No need for conviction,
They’re not thirsting for justice.
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.
I found out I was guilty.
I found out I was guilty.
But I won’t be around for the sentencing,
Cause I’m leaving
On the next airplane.
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
They seem adequate to fill up my time.
But if I could talk to myself
Like I was someone else,
Well then maybe I could take your advice,
And I wouldn’t act like such an asshole all the time.
There’s a film on the wall,
Makes the people look small
Who are sitting beside it,
All consumed in the drama.
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for coffee,
Where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,
Dispensing their wisdom,
Oh dear amateur orators.
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain.
They will recite their sadness
Like it’s some kind of contest.
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,
All beaming with confidence
As I make my final lap.
The gold medal gleams
So hang it around my neck
Cause I am deserving it:
The champion of idiots.
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie
ONE OF MY FAVORITE BRIGHT EYES SONGS please to anyone that doesn’t know anything about bright eyes please listen!!! AGHHHH
- Q: There are many literary references in your work, Valley of the Dolls and The Unbearable Lightness of Being, for example. And I suspect you watch a lot of films too, since your lyrics are always so vivid and rich in narrative, do you get inspiration from other mediums?
- Conor: I think it's best to be like a sponge and let everything seep into you, like everything you watch or hear or dream about. Just soak it all in and when it comes time to push it back out that's what comes out, what you soaked up.
- Q: But you'd soak up other, less desirable things too, are you sure you want to be a sponge?
- Conor: I wanna be a sponge.
okay I have a page up on my blog called #my dad, where I will record all of the things my dad says.
Sitting on a public computer (tech center) and looking at the body modification tag… I forgot how naked it was.
Everyone is going to just have to deal with me. If they show up. No one is here. I am the only one.
Why.
I’m eating a weird ring pop thing that isn’t a ring pop. I think it’s a cat. I’ve also been working on this knitting pattern and it’s hard as fuck. I definitely messed up, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I’ll try again tomorrow
