We are nowhere and it's now.

It's terribly disappointing and somewhat heartbreaking to find out that someone who was an important part of your life and experiences--someone whose friendship was wonderful and saving--doesn't think twice about you. I didn't mean a thing that whole time; I was just another person.
There are some people who you just need for the time being; people who come into your life for a short time and leave just as soon as they got there. But it doesn't mean you have to be erased from their lives, down to a social networking connection. That's what's killing me.
I hate caring about people who don't give you a second thought.

as liz lemon would say, blurg.

Delirious haiku

yo gabba gabba
by michelle

read AP stylebook
Time keeps passing, slowly, fast
so tired, can't think

I'm thinking I'll probably win a prize for this.
Mostly since I definitely didn't look up how to write a haiku, because I definitely remembered how.

Did You See The Words

I usually forget I have a blog, but tonight I was reminded/nudged.

I'm very glad Lauren turned me on to Grizzly Bear, because "While You Wait for the Others" makes me a happy person every time it plays.
I've been listening to a lot of Animal Collective lately, which I think seems out of character for me, but I couldn't really tell you why.

Sometimes I miss Oxford and it hurts, and then I remember I hurt a lot while I was there, and I laugh at how much I always want to be somewhere I'm not. I think last summer I found my heart, and this summer I lost it. These things go in cycles, I guess.

I feel like all my friends are married or engaged. I don't know if I will ever get used to it. I feel like I have so much time -- too much time -- before I even try to comprehend that.

I want to back to Scotland and sit under a tree in the woods for a while.

What's this whole business with graduating and finding a "real job" and making a "real" salary and getting health benefits and a 401K? Can't we just be kids for a little longer? And yet I want desperately to get a publishing job to prove to someone (me?) that I'm capable of being amazing at what I do. (But what do I do?)

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I'll leave you with some AC:

And in a house so cozy
Few words are spoken
Let’s take our shoes off and unwind
When there’s minuets off in the background drowning out
Eyes off, ears off, test the kiss goodnight
A kiss goodnight
Dont keep my loving on my mind

Because its messy, yes, this mess is mine.

Give me a job!

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