December 2009
15 posts
The cartoon series that consumed most of the life I lived during elementary school had one thing in common: there were never permanent changes. Concepts were always static and apart from the introduction of new characters that added nothing to the show, or different hairstyles, things were always the same. Adventures were limited to 30 minutes or an hour. During this time, an episode would take me...
Brand new sticker sets make me anxious. Anxious to adorn something, better one of my possession’s appearance through a sticker make-over. I’m not very good at that last part, I usually don’t touch stickers after I purchase them. They fascinate me much more on their plastic sheets and any permanent home I give them never seems adequate enough.
The meteors colliding into me have created depths and craters lower than I’ve ever experienced. Songs about new romances and bandaged love, songs that play during romantic television scenes where lovers only gaze replay constantly through my headphones. Empty branches are foreshadowing the coming of winter and winter constantly identifies itself as a season of loss in my life.
There has...
WatchKeep it goin’ louder / Major Lazer
This music video always makes me feel alright. Freshman year of high school I was freakishly into Nina Sky.
I don’t think I’m capable of providing all the comfort I am looking for by myself, and I think I am supposed to be able to. I think this is a sign I am still transitioning into adulthood. I’m not supposed to say “I think” anymore. I am also having trouble determining whether everything I have been accepting lately is me settling, and whether the feelings I have that I...
Fall Down (Back to Caledonia) / The Singles...
Palmitos Park / El Guincho
El Guincho always...
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Danielle Travers has perfected a way to show off her eyeshadow to makeup kiosk employees in malls. Her eyelids slowly close revealing the miniature masterpieces while she pretends to look at products. It is the most wonderful thing I have ever witnessed, and produces ridiculous compliments from the gay men and foreign women who are desperate to sell something. Ones which Danielle just walks away...
Distinguishing time is an act that disorients me, the difference between days and weeks hasn’t been very apparent to me. Thanksgiving is already a distant memory, and I’ve been reloading Hulu in pointless attempts to make new episodes of my favorite sitcoms appear, episodes that have yet to air on television. The way street lights glow at 4 in the afternoon makes this all more...
I don’t wish all of the hair I am getting rid of to rest in peace and hope it gets swept up and winds up in a faraway dump where it will never haunt anyone by becoming a weave or even eyebrows in a Real Doll.
Also, the new .gif creating program I downloaded last night is almost out of evaluation trials. To you, I wish the most peaceful of rests.
The ends of my hair tickle the opening in my ear and cause me to shiver. Haircuts cause me a lot of anxiety because I have never been satisfied when the process is over. This is not the stylist’s fault, it’s either because I am too embarrassed to let them know exactly how I want it (much less take a picture of what I am looking to get), or I go with nothing in mind. There are people...
Sinnerman / Nina Simone