January 2010
25 posts
psychme:
People always forget their mortality. If you remember one thing in your life, if one thing in your life motivates you, if one thing in your life reminds you every day of how great it is to feel, let it be your mortality. You’re not here forever, never forget that.
God damn, I miss you, Dad. So, so, so very much.
J.D. Salinger died today.
The English department has an aging bookshelf in the back corner (as all good English departments should). I only ever pass it when I need to speak with my senior research professor, with the only exception being that time Freshman year when I was lost.
I always peruse its contents when I pass by, and, inevitably, I end up walking out of Flagler Hall with more books than I entered with. ...
…Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I could taste your lipstick on the filter…
Note to self:
Dear self:
I know you love red wine (specifically that kind that your mom and her boyfriend make, with those cute/sappy little labels with their names on it), and I know you love Jersey Shore (although the season finale was a little too similar to those last few days in Hong Kong), and I know you miss a lot of people (like your dad, and your friends from Hong Kong, and your boyfriend) right now;...
More from Apathy and Other Small Victories:
Everyone’s awake for the wrong part of their lives. And by the weekend they’re too exhausted from all the frantic, useless activity to even care, and it’s only fucking two days off anyway. Nobody has the time or the energy to do what they really want, or to even figure out what that is. That’s why everyone’s so pissed off and blowing each other away on the freeway...
From Apathy and Other Small Victories:
“He was crouched low, painting the molding around the front door outside the apartment building. He was the landlord, so he had to do that kind of thing. Bryce was tall, about my height but built, with tattoos twisting all the way up his arms, snakes and hearts and daggers and all kinds of shit. He had a drawn, lean face and the transparent remains of a thinning rockabilly pompadour still...
Grades from HKBU last semester:
Moral Leadership: A
Communications Research Methods for Journalism: A-
Literature and Film: A-
Hollywood Cinema: B+
Or, in other words, I’m morally sound, I can provide exceptional insight into the construction of a survey for research purposes, and I can more than adequately analyze the differences between the text and screen versions of a novel, but I can’t get away with calling...
Thanking all the deities for Ryan Adams on this... →
Maybe if we drive fast enough the universe will...
I just read an incredible book called “Love is a Mix Tape” by Rob Sheffield. My boyfriend bought it for me because he’d already read it, and because I wanted to read it for my senior research, and because, well, we both read a lot, anyway (plus, in his words, it’s a ‘Natalie’ kind of book, because “it’s about music, it’s heartwrenching, and...