What's another year?

I was catching up on shows yesterday. and a movie, or something. Strangely enough, there was a common theme to some of them. In Psych, Girlfriend had to go to Uganda for 6 months+. This was, apparently, the end of the world.

All I could think of was, 6 months is done in the blink of an eye. Even when you're counting down the days, it goes by so fast. Who here remembers their senior fall semester? For me, it sped by. I still remember lazing around at home in the summer.

Maybe my perception of time has been skewed. 4 years of college have breezed past, and I can barely believe people I know, I met 3 years ago. 2 years ago. 5 years ago.

In the next 5 to 10 years, most of us will be well on our way to getting married. I won't be surprised at all if we blink and it's been half a decade.

So what is with all this 'i'm leaving for 4 months, plz to break up now'?

As much as it depresses me that maybe possibly we aren't living our lives the way they deserve to be lived, I think a part of me has changed in that I believe people were meant to grow old together.

One year is nothing. One year ago I was still crunching snow beneath my boots and damn if I don't still remember the smell of the midwest air or the weekend laundromat.

Being with somebody, if anything, makes the time pass by faster.

With the conviction of the utterly inexperienced and naive, I believe so much that if we can find someone we connect with on a deeper level, that we can see ourselves waking up next to for the rest of our lives-- we'll wake tomorrow and reach gnarled hands over to brush back grey hair and tell them it's morning.

RIP, salinger

I was half in love with her by the time we sat down.

That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.

_catcher in the rye

gmail status

Dane: Give me your data, i want to do things to it

Well don't stop calling

 you're the reason I love losing sleep.


p.s i am so freaking obsessed with phoenix's 1901 right now. wish i could stop listening to it ahhhhhhhh

look down, look up, look down

I only say that word for you

Gluey feathers on a flume

sometimes i think we can only say the most beautiful and painful and inexpressible things we feel in a language not our own.

and why not?

there is too much familiarity with our fluency to ever really give justice to our stumbling, irrational words.

they bleed all over paper streets,

soft, fickle, quick and dying.

I'm too busy

to afford being petty. I can't be my own person if I'm so caught up in what other people are being.

While I'm by no means a post rock bitch, I am quickly discovering it's a lot better than most of the new indie shit out there.

We are on the cusp of change. The stillness of the year, the past year, the past 4 years is slowly seeming like the calm before the storm.

Among other things, consideration was never any of our fortes. So it goes.

Lunch/hanging out with Graeme brought forth a discovery: Le petit prince pop up book. It exists.

better than the album version

such a fucking beautiful song.

OH MY GOSH

LISTEN TO THIS NOW.

quickly revising my opinion that post rock is not super duper awesome.

SRSLY LISTEN OK

pensées de fin de nuit

pour le moment, au moins
tu es irremplaçable.

ne t'inquiète pas
ta tristesse va bientôt s'arrêter

et moi, honnêtement, j'en ai marre.

on reste, en attendant pour la fin de ce chapitre.

alksdjfas

me: no you know what's funny
two peanuts were walking home late one night. one was assaulted

Matt: that's NUTS.

02. Methodology

Yohan: Instead of putting "aiming for a solution", you should just put "solution". You want to be confident, not just hoping.
Dane: Title it "God, I hope this works."

01. powerpoint slides

Winfield: Should we call it "root problems"?
Jennifer: Well, problem is probably a bad way to word it since things like breakdown and utilization are part of the system and unchangeable.
Me: How about 'present issues'?
Rusty: No no, go with constraints. Constraints works.
Dane: That's not entirely true, though, because they're not really constraining you. They're just fucking you.


 lolz

wh--

this is indescribable.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile, the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes
over the prairies and the deep trees
the mountains and the rivers
meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

direction determines destination pt. 2

Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.
The Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.



you have to know.

at the very least, you have to want to know.

direction determines destination

Sometimes i think it's easier to try and get an MRS than an MSIE.
but fuck that. you do what you do, and i'm gonna be an engineer.

so there

Enough enough enough of this INDIE SHIT.

I will probably not ever, ever get it.

Neon Indian is fucking horrible and sounds like all the other pretentious hipster shite out there.

Yes, I am aware of the hypocrisy/irony.

What is with making myself like these bands because they're SO AWESOME or whatever. Fuck that.

And also? Grizzly Bear is only SOMEWHAT OKAY. (Two Weeks. It gets a lot for Two Weeks.)

1pm breakfast

“Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Leave your body where it lies

Whoa whoa whoa. O'brother is a really good band.

I think they're better than Manchester Orchestra.

Wow.

I'm blown away all over again.

let's go

lol substitute

because it's so easy, right?

dear abercrombie:

STILL TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE.

Sincerely,
J

also, happy new year to all! nothing like ringing in the year with expletives and materialism. lol i kid.

also also, you know you're a nerd when you use SMART method to write out your resolutions. because you know, goals based on management strategies always seem to be most efficient...