December 2009
Just got back from Detroit, pictures to come soon.
In Detroit today :)
Fuck the holidays.
Yay!
I get to stay at home in the basement with the kittens over Christmas break.
Science can be cute →
Shitty Poetry
I have been in a poem writing mood lately. With a sigh of future embarrassment I’m sure, here’s one:
Asbury Park
My ankles are already covered in gray sand Sticky shells around them Twilight here is silent—
Low tide reveals the bony shapes Of sand-covered manta rays and seaweed
Careful of stepping on the bodies of rock-covered crabs I step toward the shoreline Frigid water...
I love my major, but I hate the people in it. I seriously want to donkey punch nearly every single one of them. They make me so fucking depressed and angry that I could punch a hole through my wall. Just because you’re an art history major doesn’t mean you’re above it all. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I like this song →
IT IS AN ELLIOTT SMITH DAY.
“This guy is a gay Frankenstein”
– My boyfriend on Isaac Mizrahi
Peter Jackson: ‘Hobbit’ Casting Begins This Week →
(via fuckyeahlordoftherings)
Dear Mr. Jackson,
Please don’t do something dumb like picking Taylor Lautner or something.
“Pleasantly warm and clear. A suggestion of that wonderful feeling of detachment...”
– Joseph Cornell’s journal, July 15, 1941 (Tuesday)
Why is it that none of my hipster fellow art history students know who Joseph Cornell is? He’s only THE BEST ARTIST OF ALL TIME. Maybe it’s because hipsters don’t appreciate authenticity.
Just found out one of the bands I’ve been listening to since sophomore year has been signed to Jack White’s label, Third Man Records. I feel accomplished.
